Overwatch: Lost in Time

by Raven the Dragon

Before she was the face of Overwatch, Tracer was Lena Oxton, the pilot with Chronal Disassociation. With her accelerator gone, Lena must face what she fears the most: Herself. Demons come back to haunt her that McCree and Genji thought were long gone, and struggles hidden under a smile finally come to light. But it's too late. Lena Oxton might be gone forever.

14. Chapter 14- Cuffs

Lost in Time Part 3: Destroying

Cover art (Replace all commas with periods): raven6229,deviantart,com/art/Overwatch-Lost-In-Time-Part-3-Destroying-687012370

A/N: The story gets much darker starting here. Please comment if you think I should bump the rating to an M, and I will consider it if enough people mention it.

Chapter 14: Cuffs

"What happened?" Lúcio shouted from across the hall. He was wearing his blue and green skate suit with Fareeha following close behind in her Raptora suit. The two had apparently been training. "Athena told us there was a fight going on near the cell, did Sombra get out!?" He panted as he skidded to stop in front of Genji and McCree, who were both still on the ground.

McCree heaved, trying to catch his breath after the warping effects of Lena's blinking. "Sombra… hacked the chronal accelerator! She wanted Lena to get it back! It messed with her head… that's why she's been so upset lately!"

"Where is Lena? I presume she fought Sombra as she made her escape?" Fareeha calmly asked, unstrapping a pistol on her side.

"No… we tried to get her accelerator off her! She ran, and helped Sombra escape! She went with her! She's with Talon now!" McCree stopped trying to stand, falling back to his knees with his good hand buried in his fop of hair.

"She ran to Talon!?" Lúcio nearly slipped with his skates, using his glove to grip to the wall and catch himself. "What was she thinking?"

"I'll tell you what she was thinking," Fareeha began, her voice cold as she removed her helmet. "She was afraid of you guys taking her harness! Why would you act rashly like that? You should've waited until we could've helped her too."

Genji shook his head, pulling off his visor as well. "She could've had her mind damaged by it! We were…"

"Well, now she's going to be 'damaged' by Talon! They're not just going to let her join out of the blue like that!"

"Well, what do ya suggest we do about it now? Lena is with Talon, but we have no idea where that is!" McCree practically screamed, surging to his feet mere inches from Fareeha's glare.

"How should I know?! How did they even beat the two of you?"

"Sombra managed to hack Genji, and Lena blinked with me! Her blinks do a number on someone, let me tell ya! It's not like we let her go with Sombra!" McCree spat, pushing past her. "Now come on. Let's check the databases for possible Talon hideouts!"

Pharah sneered, grabbing the prosthetic clasp as he walked past. "I don't think you understand what you've done! You saw how they treated me, and they weren't even trying! They maimed my body for no purpose other than cause harm! What do you think they're going to do to Lena, assuming they actually want to try and 'convert' her?!"

"Do ya think I don't know that?! Do ya think I'm stupid?! Let me tell you, I'm not! I know I screwed up majorly! I already feel like crap! Look, whaddya want me to do?! Apologize? Get on my hands and knees and beg for you to forgive me for my transgressions?! I may have just doomed one of the most well-meaning, kind people I know to torture! I'm not blind! And I know firsthand what kind of things Talon could come up with, given their habit of stealing Blackwatch techniques! So yes, I think I understand what could happen even more than you do! Now, are ya done tryin' to guilt trip me into God-knows-what and help me find Lena?" McCree yanked his clasp away and scooped his hat up and shoved Fareeha away from him.

The security guard shook her head slowly, putting a hand on Jesse's shoulder. "It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Then we had better start lookin'." No more theatrics. We gotta find her.

Lúcio watched the two of them go, frowning. How did things go so bad so suddenly? He had noticed that Tracer had seemed rather bipolar since rescuing him, but it never would have occurred to him that it wasn't really her. Genji, meanwhile, was collapsed on his knees with his head bowed.

"What have I done?" he mumbled as Lúcio rolled next to him. The DJ crouched next to him, planting a hand firmly on the ninja's metallic shoulder. "I should've known better than to confront Lena like that. Now, look at what has become of my actions."

"Hey, hey, don't be like that," Lúcio turned off his soundpack and sighed. "You guys were right to do what you did. If you had waited, who knows what could have happened?"

Genji shook his head. "She only ran to Sombra because she feared me. Had I not…"

"Stop that right now. This 'what-if' stuff gets us nowhere fast. You can't worry about what could have been. Just change what will be."

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Athena cut in through the speakers in the hall. "but MEKA has arrived with the recruit for Overwatch approximately eighteen hours ahead of schedule, no less."

"Thank you, Athena. I will go meet with them now. Lúcio? Do you wish to join me?" Genji offered, standing up and offering a hand to the rollerblading man.

Lúcio nodded, using Genji to pull himself up, "Sure, I guess an outlaw like Jesse isn't the best welcoming party, huh?"

"Not really, no," Genji chuckled as Lúcio began a slow skate to the hangar. "Lúcio?" Genji called, who twisted around, sliding backwards. "Thank you."

Lúcio gave a small smile. "Hey man. No problem! If you need help with anything, just let me know!"

…

Dr Ziegler was not sure what to expect from Ecopoint: Antarctica. Overwatch lost communication with the establishment almost a decade ago. A facility left to the elements for so long could not be in peak condition. She was right to believe this. She touched the jet down on one of the small buildings, where it should be stable if they were lucky.

Commander Morrison grunted. "Seems like there should be a better place to land the jet."

"I'm not Lena. I don't have her superhuman ability to land planes in the most unusual places imaginable."

Ana chuckled, grabbing a bag of medical equipment and slinging it over her shoulder. "I remember one time she managed to park one of the dropships inside a canyon barely wider than the jet itself. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin during all that.

He huffed. "That was the only time I flew with Oxton, for the record. She steered clear of planes when she could. Anyway, are we going to search for survivors or what?"

Winston nodded. Cryostasis chambers should be in the building nearby. Commander Morrison, I was hoping you could help me search for any remnants of research from here while everyone else goes to find the climatologists.

Morrison nodded. "You're the boss."

Angela pulled her coat closer to herself as she exited the ship and the bitter winds tore into her flesh. The facility was in better condition than expected, likely due to the inability for metal to rust below freezing. Doors on the little buildings were held shut with a layer of ice with nothing but darkness inside, and the orange power station that reached above the nearby glacier was full of torn metal as sparks still managed to jut out from the power cells. The entire area felt eerily quiet as the howl of the winds could be heard from above the glaciers.

The communication satellite on the top seemed to be almost hanging off, definitely not functional. Some of the power generators appeared to work alright, though. That meant the cryopods still could be functional. Ana and Reinhardt followed sombrely as they walked down the narrow staircase to the second story of the cryostasis lab. A bright blue tube of blue steam wafted down into several pipes being fed into the cryopods below.

The group walked down one more story and finally found the cryopods, which were in less than pristine condition.

"Oh no…" Ana mumbled as she rushed over to one of the pods. In golden letters, "Adams" flashed on and off. Below it was a heart rate monitor, which was flat. The hushed buzz rang throughout the room. The white mechanical tubes were coated with a thick layer of frost, making it impossible to see the bodies inside, but there was no way they would be alive in there.

"Look," Reinhardt whispered, pointing to broken tubes attached to each of the pods, where the blue gas from above streamed out. No wonder the pods failed. "The poor men and women. If only we had sent someone."

"No! Look!" Angela cried, rushing over to the tube on the far left. It read Zhou. Vague memories bubbled to the surface of a perky scientist that Mercy had shared some tea and a nice conversation with. Mei-Ling Zhou was her name, if memory served. Mercy had completely forgotten she was sent here! Mercy ran up the stairs, quickly using the control panel to deactivate the pod with her former acquaintance in it. She rushed back down after doing so as the defrosting began. Slowly, Mei's body temperature returned to something manageable, if dangerously low.

Everyone watched with baited breath as the cryopod deactivated, but the door didn't slide open, held together with ice. Reinhardt didn't hesitate, forcing the door up with his bare hands, revealing the person inside. She was soaking wet, her brown hair sticking to her neck. She was wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts and shivered violently, unconscious. She seemed to flop out of the tube as Reinhardt caught her. Holding her tight. She was so skinny, likely underfed before the cryostasis.

"We must get her back to the ship, quick! Put this around her, Reinhardt!" Mercy called, taking off her thick coat and passing it to him as he wrapped it around the young woman. The air was frigid, but it was nothing she hadn't handled before. They sprinted to the ship, desperate to make it in time to save Ms Zhou.

Reinhardt used one hand to sweep any paraphernalia off the table, setting the climatologist down on it, still keeping her bundled in the coat. Mercy hurried to get a heated blanket she had thought to bring at the last minute as she forced Reinhardt to pick her back up from the table before setting her down again on something much warmer and more comfortable.

Ana attached a heart rate monitor to Ms Zhou, but the heartbeat was scarily slow. Over time, however, she slowly began to stabilise as her body temperature rose. In the meantime, Winston and Jack both came back with several boxes of items such as old computers and HoloVids. At the top of the box was a strange blue robotic device. Perhaps an old housekeeping machine that had been tinkered with.

"What is all that?" Reinhardt asked, running over to help with the boxes.

Winston grunted, setting one of the heavier ones down on the ground. "They're old computers, none of them were functional, so we have to go through them to search for salvageable hard drives."

"You found survivors?" Jack noted, setting two heavy boxes down and looking at the climatologist.

"Survivor. She was the only one," Ana admitted, head bowed. "She looks like she'll survive, but will need more medical attention."

Reinhardt slammed his fist on the table opposite to the one Mei was on. "The Swiss headquarters blowing up caused more collateral damage than ever could have been anticipated! Just think, we lost contact with all the Ecopoints, but this was the only one with cryopods! We should have sent rescue teams sooner!"

Jack shook his head sadly, "By the time we knew what was going on, there wasn't a chance."

"Says the mad who had been at odds with Gabriel for months before that!" Reinhardt snapped, keeping his head down.

"I couldn't have predicted Overwatch would suffer such a monumental collapse. At worst, I thought Blackwatch would get shut down. At best, we'd all be well and good. I never expected someone to sabotage us."

"And instead of facing that destruction you ran and hid like a coward!" Reinhardt bellowed, glaring at Jack, who looked unfazed behind his visor. He quieted, clenching his hand into a fist. "Jack, you know I would follow you to the ends of the earth. Many people in Overwatch would as well. So why did you run and hide like that? You could've stayed, could've organised something, and maybe we could've saved the scientists and anyone else affected by Overwatch's collapse." He closed his eyes, his hand shaking.

"You know that's not how things work," Jack admitted, leaning back against the wall of the ship as Winston awkwardly shut the door while Mercy prepared for take-off, listening quietly. "Had Overwatch banded back together like it was, do you know how many of our men would've been caught and prosecuted? There was too much chaos. As for me, I needed to figure out what happened, but I couldn't do what I needed without my anonymity I now have."

"I'm sure we could've avoided capture or something of the sorts…"

"No, Reinhardt. We couldn't have. With all the authorities and bandits regularly raiding all our headquarters, there was no way. Winston only managed to survive by hiding for the past several years. And if we went to something other than the headquarters, we'd be nothing but a bunch of wannabe do-gooders."

"I just don't get it, though! Why is your 'anonymity' worth more than letting us know you survived, Jack? I spoke at your funeral! I mourned you, and the whole time, you were alive and didn't tell us!"

"I did want to tell you, but I couldn't risk it. If I had been seen with a former Overwatch agent, the public might have figured things out. Not to mention the massive bounty on my head reflecting poorly on you" he explained as Mercy eased the ship out of the Ecopoint.

"As I said Jack, I did, would have, and still will follow you to the ends of the earth, as I am sure a lot of us here would, but don't you dare ever pull that again! You know we don't care about a bounty on your head!"

Commander Morrison sat up and looked ready to say something, but stopped when everyone saw Ms Zhou stir, moaning quietly. Mercy flipped the switch for autopilot and scrambled together a water bottle and some provisions she had thought to bring as the woman woke up.

She seemed disoriented when she opened her eyes, blinking blearily as she pulled the jacket closer.

"What… where am I?" she croaked, her voice rough and tired. She sat up, though she wobbled uncertainly.

"You're on an Overwatch ship, we're getting you out of here. It's me. Doctor Ziegler. You're safe, Mei." Mercy asked, opening the water bottle and passing it to her. She took it carefully, her hand shaking.

Ana made sure everything was stable and walked over to meet Mei too. "What's your name, dearie?

"My name is Mei-Ling Zhou. But where are my friends? They went into cryostasis too! We can't leave without them!" Everyone glanced around uncomfortably as she stared intently.

"Ms Zhou, I'm sorry to say that they didn't survive. The cryopods malfunctioned."

She was silent for a moment, her expression unreadable before it contorted into something like disbelief.

"No way! They can't be! We checked the cryopods over and over! There's no way the pods could have failed for at least five years!" her voice quavered as she spoke, the jacket sliding o her wiry frame.

"Mei, it has been much longer than that, I'm afraid," Mercy admitted sadly.
"How long has it been…?"

"Almost ten years." Mei gasped, then flopped onto the heated blanket and began to sob, burying her head in her hands in a desperate attempt to remain quiet.

"W-why? Why didn't you guys come…?"

"We couldn't. I can explain it to you later," Ana offered, brushing her hand through the girl's tangled and wet hair. "For now, just know that you are safe."

"But my friends… All of them are gone? After everything that happened, they're just gone? I can hardly…" Mei took a deep breath. "I-I'm sorry. It was ungrateful of me to act this way. Thank you for… rescuing me," her voice hitched as she tried desperately to keep tears at bay.

"Do not worry, Mei. You do not need to worry about gratitude. For now, just get some rest. You and I can have a formal chat when you are better. Here, eat this." Mercy handed Mei a peanut butter sandwich, which she quickly wolfed down, clearly famished.

"I'm sorry…" Mei mumbled, pulling the jacket tighter as she flopped back onto the heated blanket.

"For what?" Ana asked, confused.

"For crying."

"That is perfectly acceptable, Mei. You've been through a lot. Get some sleep, and we'll explain everything to you when you're better."

"Mm-hmm… yeah, okay…" she mumbled, already drifting off to sleep. Mercy sighed once it was evident she was asleep. "Poor girl. I can't imagine how overwhelmed she feels. I'll take her to the hospital wing as soon as we get back. That place has been getting more traffic than usual lately. You all really need to take better care of yourselves."

Winston huffed a nervous laugh. "Hey, we aren't the ones being injured!"

"Regardless, everyone is being harmed too often for my liking. Though, are you sure it was a good idea to leave all our wounded alone at the base?"

Winston shook his head. "I'm sure they're fine. It's not like they haven't taken nasty hits before."

Mercy chuckled. "I suppose that's true. It's probably silly of me to worry."

…

Lena growled in frustration at her stupidity. Why on earth did she do that? She just turned herself in! Reaper had left the room shortly after Sombra did, promising to be back soon. In that time, Lena's head cleared. Why the heck did she do that? She had just given herself up to Talon! Sure, it had seemed rational in the spur of the moment, but with her harness gone… Genji and Jesse were right! And she hadn't listened, and now Talon wanted her to "join" them as their newest member!

Lena took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. First things first, she should figure out what was up with the room. Overall, it was surprisingly large, about the size of a standard living room. There was a metal platform in one corner embedded into the wall, probably a sorry excuse for a bed. Lena gave a slight shiver when she realised the closest to plumbing was a drain in the ground. She chose not to dwell on that. The floor was made of a single, solid piece of cold metal, rather than metal plates separately installed like a floorboard. The walls were also made of metal, though on the back wall, far away from the door, and on the left and right side, were odd metal contraptions protruding from the wall.

Lena hummed nervously and analysed one of the devices. It was about four feet up and stuck out about one foot with a metal pole that had a small spherical end to it. The pole was surrounded by other protrusions that secured it to the wall.

"Talk about something out of a sci-fi horror movie…" Lena muttered under her breath. A quick test of shaking them revealed they would not be moving from the wall anytime soon.

She noticed the sphere on the end had a dim, blue glow to it, barely noticeable with the bright, intrusive light panels above. They were stabilisers. She was in a glorified, or rather unglorified, stabilisation chamber! The very thing she had been trying to avoid by coming here! And now here she was, an undignified bird stuck back in her cage! Except there might not be a rescue party to set her free.

Lena's breath hitched as she tried to force the thought out of her head. She'd get out of there somehow! No doubt about it! She didn't have the corrupted harness on anymore, so there was no reason to listen to that little, scared voice in the back of her head. Slowly, Tracer inched to the side of the room with the door, trying to figure out how far she could go.

She was about six inches from the wall with the door when she felt the energy that kept her here weaken. She was four inches from the wall when the energy seemed to reach out and grab her, pulling her into the very flow of time, much like her normal blinks. The main difference here was that she had no control, like trying to swim down a torrent instead of a stream as she was hurtled backwards. She skidded several feet after the blink ended, trying to maintain her balance.

So, Lena could get about four inches from the wall, probably a bit farther from the door until she was thrust back into her cage. How could she ever escape like this? Without her harness, she couldn't stay stabilised outside this room, and if she tried to destabilise herself by leaving, she was forced to blink back into the chamber. She really was trapped.

Lena felt herself begin to shake despite herself. It was hard to not feel antsy when you knew someone would be coming back with the sole purpose of causing pain. The question would be if she could take it. She's had her fair share of violent dreams thanks to her condition. She didn't see how any pain he inflicted could be worse than the wounds of other's that she's felt.

Lena sat down on the "bed," perching her hands on her knees, cupping her head in her hands. How did things get so screwed up so fast? Why didn't she do anything about that headache? She attacked two of her best friends who were just trying to help her! She got just what she deserved for those stunts. Now she was in the hands of the bad guys, which is what she'd been acting like. Maybe Genji and Jesse weren't even upset that she was gone.

Lena shook her head and forced the thought out of her mind. That was a dumb idea! She knew them, they knew her, and they knew it was the harness! Surely they were upset and would come find her!

…But how could they find her? Lena had no way of contacting them. She ran off without her gauntlets and equipment, and Reaper had stolen her only pistol that she had. Even if she could somehow leave the room, she had no way of fighting anyone, and that was just assuming she could somehow avoid being destabilised.

Though, if she did manage to get out without being stabilised, maybe she could use her condition to her advantage and find her way back to… would it be the surface, or was the building even underground? It was impossible to tell. Though, Lena would wager that she was deep in some underground Talon hideout. If that wasn't enough to make a claustrophobic person want to climb the walls…

Footsteps. She heard footsteps, and her heart caught in her throat. She jumped to her feet, being sure to keep one foot planted on the wall. It was about to start. There was nowhere to run. Lena did her best to keep her breathing steady as the door opened, and Reaper nonchalantly strode through, carrying a black duffel bag.

"How have you been settling in? Do you find the room to your liking?" he taunted, leaving the door open behind him like some sick reminder that she couldn't flee.

"Oh, it's absolutely smashing, love. The design leaves a lot to be desired, but overall you've got the psychopathic torture chamber thing nailed down pat," Tracer snarled, following him with her eyes and nothing else.

He laughed, deep and rough, like nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, you're putting up a fight, I see. That's good. It'll make breaking you all the more satisfying."

"Glad to see you're confident," Tracer snapped, rolling her eyes. "Ever as humble as you were back in Blackwatch."

"Oh? I'm surprised you know about that. Did your little dreams show you?" he asked, almost innocently, as he unzipped the bag and reached for the contents within. "You know, you're a really special case. I'll be honest, finding a room to accommodate your disease was tricky. But I think we chose well, though most humans would be killed by this place. It was made with Omnics in mind, after all."

"It's not a disease," Tracer retorted without thinking. She mentally punched herself for already letting him get under her skin!

"Sure, sure, whatever you say. Whatever you call it, it makes you a good fit for a personal favourite 'method' of mine that usually only Omnics can survive. I'm curious to see if it'll have any unusual effects on a thing like you."

"At least I act more human than you do," Lena spat, leaning back slightly. "Yeah, I'm absolutely bubbling over with curiosity myself."

Reaper uttered that dark and creepy laugh again. "Then we don't really have time to lose, do we?" He pulled the first item out of the bag. It was a long clasp, made of metal, maybe a bit less than thirty centimetres' length. It looked just barely above the width of maybe her arm. Tracer's eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh, so you've figured out what this is for, have you? Well, will you cooperate or make this more fun?"

"No way am I letting you put that thing on my arm," she declared through grit teeth, tensing up as he casually stepped towards her, opening up the cuff in preparation to clamp it around her arm.

When he was a meter away, Lena sprang off the wall and to the right of her captor. She might not have had her harness, but she was still fast. She charged him from the side, ducking under an attempt to grab her by the arm and sweeping her leg out to trip him. He seemed to lose his balance, which Lena took the opportunity to grab him by his arm and hold it behind his back.

He chuckled as she moved to break his arm as he seemed to melt away through her grasp into a puff of smoke, circling around her, following her as she tried to run away from it. The smoke seemed to circle around the cuff as a hand materialised, grabbing it as Reaper grew from the smoke, lunging and grabbing Lena's arm before she could react.

Tracer never minded her short stature, but she would love to have a few more inches as Reaper held her wrist up high enough to where her feet could barely touch the ground. "That was a nice try. I applaud your effort." Lena struggled as he finally succeeded in clamping the cold piece of metal around her wrist as it clicked together and two small lights turned on.

Reaper dropped her to the ground as she tried to slide it off. Unfortunately, it ran almost the entire length of her forearm and was impossible to move at all, much less past her wrist. It was cold and unnatural, rubbing against her skin uncomfortably as she moved and biting into her elbow when she bent her arm. It didn't restrict any movement, per se, but the way it squeezed her arm and felt so heavy was beyond uncomfortable.

He chuckled darkly. "Like that? It's a special cuff made with you in mind specifically. And don't worry, there are plenty more. Now, I suggest you let me put this one on without a fight."

"Like hell!" Tracer snarled, taking several steps back, her balance thrown off by the surprisingly heavy cuff.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Reaper reached into his cloak and pulled out some sort of remote, and Lena's eyes widened. He pressed one of the buttons, and a wave of agony overtook Lena, and she felt electricity tear through her body, as her muscles began to spasm, jerking in all directions like a marionette tugging at her strings. She collapsed on the ground, still convulsing even as the shock faded away, leaving a dull sting in its place.

It took several seconds before Lena's limbs even chose to listen to her again. In that time, Reaper managed to grab hold of her other wrist, unbothered by any static electricity as he clamped another one of the shackles on her arm, equally as restricting and uncomfortable, almost painful. She growled in anger and moved to flee.

He pressed another button on the God-forsaken remote, and Lena learned very quickly what made the room not "human-friendly."

The cuffs dropped to the ground like a rock, suddenly quadrupling in weight, pinning her to the ground with her arms bent awkwardly as she grunted in an effort to pick them off the ground. It was a magnet. The ground was one big electromagnet.

"Do you like the unique feature of the room? Omnics are driven absolutely mad by it. Most humans react… negatively to the electromagnetic field of this strength, but you're used to that kind of exposure, aren't you?"

Lena ignored him, trying to use her hands to get off the ground, but she may as well have been pinned down with bowling balls. She couldn't get the shackles to so much as budge as she tried arching her back against the floor for some force get her up, but again yielded negative results. She felt some pain in her left ear and figured her spider bite earrings must have been torn clean out.

She kicked out with her legs as Reaper neared her in some desperate attempt to keep him away, but he easily caught one leg, holding her ankle firmly despite her trying to kick. He threw her left leg to the ground and stomped on her foot, bending it awkwardly as Lena grunted. He pulled at the leggings of her uniform. He bundled a small amount of the fabric halfway up her thigh, piercing it with the claw on his glove. He seemed completely unbothered by her struggling as he sliced and tore the fabric until he managed to rip the lower part of her uniform completely off, effectively turning her leggings into shorts. He slowly and methodically did the same with her right leg, not mindful whatsoever of the skin he cut while ripping off the lower half of the leggings.

"Now that that's done, I'm going to release the magnet. It is up to you whether or not you choose to let me put on the cuffs like a good girl." The instant he clicked the button to release the magnets, Tracer lunged for the remote Reaper was holding, but he was ready, holding it just out of grasp and pressing the shock button.

Somehow, it managed to hurt even more than last time as a loud crackle drowned out the sound of her heavy breathing, leaving Lena to spasm on the ground once more as Reaper snapped two leg cuffs to her calves. They were too tight, almost painful as well, refusing to move in either direction.

Lena gasped for breath as she struggled to her hands and knees, her new shackles feeling like lead weights, which they practically were. "Are you done yet?" Tracer asked, forcing her voice to sound more annoyed and jaded like she wasn't scared out of her mind.

"Oh, hardly. Just two more to go, though. Same as last time, I'll leave it up to you," he sang, rummaging through the duffel bag of nightmares.

Tracer glared in disgust and trepidation at the next toy. He pulled out yet another large clasp, this one easily the widest and longest. The only part she could see that fitting on was her torso. Once again, he activated the magnets, and Tracer felt herself stick to the ground like she was the ground. This time, she couldn't even move her legs as she jerked from side to side, trying anything to move.

"Get away you sicko!" Tracer cried as he got way to close to her. He ignored her grabbing the collar of her jacket with both hands as he straight up ripped the zipper apart rather than just unzipping it like a normal person. The zipper plummeted to the ground, no longer even attached to her jacket.

The only layer she had under her jacket was a padded sports bra, and she felt totally exposed as he pressed the button to release the magnets. She scrambled up, trying to get as far away as possible, using one hand to try and hold her jacket closed. Reaper pressed the shock button without hesitating. She clattered onto her stomach, writhing in agony as the electricity coursed through her from all her limbs, intent on immobilising her. As the suffering faded away into an intense soreness and she was left convulsing on the ground, Reaper yanked up her coat from the back, exposing the entirety of her torso, grabbing the giant cuff and clamping it around her with a much deeper click of the mechanisms attaching.

Tracer scrambled to a sitting up position and moved to cover her bra with her jacket, holding both sides together with her hand as she growled at him again. The cuff on her torso prevented her from properly arching her back, squeezing her in a vice grip as the cold metal chilled her.

"You're certainly a fan of overkill, aren't you?"

"You're certainly a fan of self-inflicted harm," he retorted strolling back to the bag for the last cuff.

"I'm ninety-nine percent sure that this does not qualify as 'self-inflicted.'" Lena struggled back to her feet, swaying unreliably.

"Well, I gave you every opportunity to avoid shocking, but you keep deciding to fight. By the way, you know the type of electrocution you're undergoing can be very damaging to a human? I doubt you would be able to get away Scott-free with any amount of freak abnormalities."

"You could always just not shock me," Lena snapped again. He pulled the last item out of the bag. It was another cuff, this one thinner. It was a collar. A shock collar. He wanted to put a shock collar on her.

"I don't think that's going to happen. Now, are you going to let me put this on, or do I need to force it on?"

"I'm not your pet!" Tracer declared, tensing up. "I'm not your dog to be trained and walked wherever you want me to go!"

Reaper laughed again, sending shivers down her spine. "You are now." He pressed the button once more as Lena dropped to the ground, finally screaming as she just wished for it to stop. Every part of her body felt as though it had been dipped in lava as sparks crackled from the cuffs.

Reaper walked menacingly towards her, towering over Lena as she desperately worked to catch her breath. "As long as you are here, as long as you live, you are nothing but property now. You are an animal to be trained to fight for our purposes. You have no say in any of this, and you won't ever have a say in this. You are nothing but a freak of nature that needs to be put in its place.

Tracer couldn't even struggle as he forced the collar onto her neck, making it harder to catch her breath as the suffocating metal band clicked into place, securing itself around her neck. She managed to choke out some words between gasps, glaring up at Reaper, still unable to get on her hands and knees.

"Doesn't mean I won't put up a fight for as long as possible."

She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "That's what I'm counting on." He turned some dial and pressed the button again.

Lena fell unconscious in seconds as electricity crackled from the band in her neck.

"Sleep well," Reaper taunted to his unconscious victim. "We have a long day tomorrow."