A soft moan escapes pink lips, a shiver running down the lying woman's spine as a cool breeze wicks the warmth from her body. Semi-conscious, eyes still closed, the brunette gropes around for her blanket to try and battle the cold. Feeling no blanket, but only cold stone below her, Evelyn jolts up and looks around.

Clatter!

The sound of metal and plastic hitting the ground draws her eyes down and she sees pieces of…something slipping off of her tank top and gathering on the ground below her. Frowning deeply, she pulls herself to her feet and dusts shirt off, more pieces hitting the ground at her feet.

"What's…going on?" She questions aloud as she looks around, her heart starting to race in her chest. She was in some sort of…alley. There were tall buildings surrounding her and cobblestone streets below her; though the darkness keeps her from being able to see details. Her heart starts to pound harder as she tries to remember how she got in this situation in the first place; visual clues proving useless.

Adam came back… She recalls. He was staying at my place. I was…I was… She shakes her head. It doesn't make sense! Nothing was abnormal! I remember coming home and…I must have gone to bed. Everything was normal! I didn't have anything going on, no one was coming over, and it was just me and my brother. She tries to think about when she went to sleep, but nothing was coming to mind.

"I feel like I lost a big chunk of time." She mutters to herself, starting to shake just a little. She takes a deep breath and curls her hand into a fist.

This is not a time to panic. It doesn't matter how I got here. I need to find out where I am, first, find a phone, and call my brother. He'll know what happened. She nods firmly at her own thoughts, taking one more deep breath to steady her nerves before releasing it. Getting an idea just as she releases her breath, she pats down the pockets of her pants and jacket in search for her cellphone; only to let out a heavy sigh when she realizes that she has no such luck.

"Alright, I've got to do this the hard way." She mutters to herself, glancing around before spotting an opening to the alley. Steeling herself, she makes her way to the exit of the dark alley and towards the street lamp lit plaza before her.

Blinking away the yellow light from her night-adjusted eyes, she squints as she looks around before her eyes widen in shock and she freezes only a few steps out of the alley.

"R…Robots?" She mutters as she stares at the crowd gathered in the plaza before her. There was a large group of both humans and machines gathered before a small set of stairs with a podium on the landing. The robots look vaguely familiar with their round heads and wiring, though they were hard to make out in detail from her distance and among the others.

"Mondatta!" The crowd cheers and chants, making her frown. She knows that name but…they couldn't be talking about who she thinks they're talking about. Her eyes grow wide as she sees someone step up to the podium at the head of the crowd, confirming the woman's suspicions. The robed robot that stepped on the podium…he was from her game. Or perhaps more accurately, the short that ran alongside her game. She shakes her head.

"Mon…datta?" She can barely breathe, staring at the Omnic as he starts to speak; gesturing out into the crowd.

"Human. Machine. We are all one within the Iris. Before me I see the future; Humans and Omnics standing together. United by compassion; by common hopes and dreams." She frowns. Those words…they sound…familiar. It's then that she sees a figure pushing her way out of the gathered crowd, striding off purposefully.

The figure was fairly tall, short, spiky brown hair and eyes mostly hidden behind large orange goggles. Her unmistakable orange jumpsuit, bomber jacket and sleek metal contraption strapped to her chest left little doubt as to who she was.

"Tracer…?" She watches the brunette brit walk away before realization hits her like a freight train. Her heart starts to pound again and all thought of reality was disappeared from her mind. Adrenaline starts to pump through her body as she stares at the soon to be dead Omnic, his words muffled to her.

He's going to be killed! I have to do something! She screams to herself mentally, not even a passing thought of how absurd this whole situation seemed crossing her mind. The only thought in her mind was how to get to this man; how to save him.

The woman looks around, trying to find where she knows Tracer and Widowmaker will be but the perspective is different from the ground and she can't tell for sure what building they'll fall from. Heart pounding, her mind quickly shifts to her next plan and she looks around.

"There." She mutters sharply to herself as she the motorcar Mondatta will be moved to when he's escorted away. Two guards stand in front of the car, watching vigilantly.

I can't get close without being suspected of foul play. She thinks to herself as she looks back at the crowd, her eyes widening when she gets the spark of a plan. Unless…She barely gets through the thought when she sees the guard to Mondatta's left react to something on his comm. Her heart starts pound in her throat as she watches the guard move to the Omnic's side.

"No. No no no! Don't take him away! He'll die!" She screams, but the crowd drowns out her shout and no one hears her. She's moving before she can even think or question her plan.

She darts to the crowd, getting as close as she can to the motorcar while still staying with the group of people. Wide, panicked, eyes follow the Omnic as he's escorted towards the car. Shoving and pushing with the crowd, she moves towards the front of the crowd as the monk gets to the car. While she makes her way to the front easily, she's blocked by one of the bodyguards as two more try to usher the Omnic inside.

BOOM!

A huge explosion shakes the ground and all of those present spin around and stare at the smoke and flame coming from the rooftop of one of the buildings. A figure is sent sailing through the air. The brunette stares in horror at the scene that plays out before her. Her pounding heart and slowed breaths are all that she seems to hear—the screams and shouts of the crowd muffled—as everything turns to slow motion. Turning, her body reacts before she can process anything, acting entirely on instinct.

She could count the breaths and steps like a dance as she grabs the guard blocking her around the middle, anger and desperation fueling her already impressive strength. Throwing the guard into one of his colleagues, she takes a step towards Mondatta.

Inhale

The remaining guards turn in slow motion to face the woman as she takes another powerful step towards the Omnic.

B-thump

The brunette can hear muffled screams behind her as the Monk manages to take one startled half-step backwards.

Exhale

Using all of the strength in her toned legs, the woman leaps at Mondatta as the guards take a step towards her.

CRACK!

The sound of a high powered rifle firing seems perfectly timed with the woman's body connecting with the Omnic's metal frame. Time seems to slow all the more, like a flip book now, not a movie. The two of them fall together before finally hitting the floor of the car.

Time comes to a stop as the monk's light flicker; a wave of horror gripping Eve's lungs and stealing her breath from her.

As Mondatta's lights flicker back on, time and sound come back to the woman with a vengeance. The screaming and shouting from the crowd make her jump just a little as she starts to breathe heavily. She sits up and takes in her situation quickly.

She's sitting atop the monk, her knees rest on either side of his hips. Her hands rest on either side of the Omnic, supporting her weight. Staring down at Mondatta, who seems just as stunned as she is, they just remain where they are—the monk lying, the girl kneeling—in stunned silence. It's only a moment's pause before the brunette recovers enough to act.

"You okay?" She asks, voice breathy thanks to her exertion and shock. The stunned Omnic nods slowly, which makes her smile softly.

"You need to get out of here." She tells him seriously, slipping one leg off of him and sliding towards the edge of the car. One of the quicker guards to react grabs her arm and her entire body goes tense as a sharp wave of pain courses through her body, emanating from the right side of her chest, just below the shoulder. Both girl and guard pause as she's pulled out when Mondatta sits up and speaks.

"No. Leave her." He says as he reaches out and takes her other hand to keep her there, his grip incredibly gentle. Evelyn is taken aback but the guard releases without question. Mondatta's grip remains gentle as he pulls her back inside of the car, though it was more akin to coaxing. Slipping back inside, the brunette sits on the floor beside him as the door is abruptly shut; soon followed by the car driving off.

"You are injured." He says as he takes her by both elbows gently and guides her onto the seat before taking the one beside her.

"I'm fine." She says softly, offering him a small smile though the pain is hard to bear. The wound throbs with every heart beat and the edges of the bullet hole can't decide if it feels like it's on fire or suffering from frost bite. It's actually making her arm a little numb but it doesn't seem to have hit anything vital.

"Are you alright?" She asks, worried. He nods.

"Thanks to you." He says as his fingers gently pull the already blood soaked jacket away from the wound to look at the bullet hole. Doing her best not to hiss at the pain, she places her hand on his softly.

"I'll be alright. I'm still breathing." She says gently, drawing his gaze back to her face. He releases her jacket and takes the hand holding his instead. Her eyes flicker to his cool fingers, in utter awe at the gentleness of his grip.

"That was a very brave thing you did." He says, his voice—though deep—is remarkably soft.

"You reacted quickly, but how?" He questions. "I saw no sniper…" She frowns deeply and looks away.

Because you're from a video game and I saw the short where she kills you? Not crazy at all. She bites her lip but is drawn from her thoughts before she can come up with a convincing lie.

Mondatta wraps her hand in both of his, touch soft as a feather. Looking up at him, she can almost feel a soft warmth coming from him.

"You do not need to force yourself. Some things need no explanation." He says gently. "You saved me and you still live. That is what matters." The vague tilt of his head lets her know that his gaze has shifted to her sticky, blood stained, jacket again.

"Though your wound worries me. I will contact-" The car suddenly screeches to a halt, throwing them both from their seats and onto the floor again. Eve yelps in both surprise and pain when she's thrown onto her injured shoulder.

She can't pay attention to her pain though, as the door is suddenly thrown open on her side of the car. Barely able to process the armored man pointing his weapon into the car, the woman reacts on instinct. Kicking the barrel of the weapon up just as the man pulls the trigger, the wide eyed woman quickly follows the movement with another, slamming her other foot into the man's stomach and sending him flying backwards.

Wide eyed and stunned, the woman hesitates for a moment before her brain catches up with her. Gotta get him out of here! Is the only thought that consumes her mind as she whips around to face the monk as he sits up. Reaching over him, she grabs the handle of his door. About to open it, she spots a figure through the window; one aiming at the door.

"Shit!" She yelps as tackles the Omnic back to the floor, shielding him as the assailant starts to fire on the car. The brunette flinches as glass and shrapnel start to rain down on her from above.

Click click.

Eve's eyes, formally squinted shut for protection, snap open at the familiar sound. His gun had jammed. Her body reacts before her brain can and she pulls Mondatta out of the car with her as she runs out of the open door on her side. Out of the car, she can now survey the scene before her. A truck had smashed into their car's front bumper, totaling it. The driver had managed to scramble out as the assailant opened fire and was scrambling to his feet beside them, wounded but alive. The guard in the passenger seat the driver had to climb over was not so lucky.

The armed man on the other side of the car seems to have freed the jam from his gun as he starts to open fire again. The driver is first to tackle the Omnic, leaving Evelyn to drop to the ground and cover her ears. Looking around, Eve's eyes grow wide as she sees the man she'd kicked early start to stand up. Scrambling to her feet-keeping low even as she stands-she runs at the still dazed man, wincing as bullets gaze her flesh. She tackles the assailant to the ground and grabs his gun hand, twisting the gun so his finger gets caught in the trigger guard and bends backward. She's standing on his shoulder with her right leg, her left knee and most of her weight on his spine, pinning him down. He's crying out and struggling under her; struggling that abruptly stops when she pulls his arm back painfully.

The rain of bullets stops as the sound of more gunshots sound through the back road as their back up arrives. A new car pulls up just as Eve spots another truck driving up swiftly; more bad guys.

"Get him out of here!" She calls to the injured guard who scrambles to his feet and ushers Mondatta into the new car as it pulls up.

She knew she couldn't hold the man for long, though the others had, thankfully, yet to notice her slow, staggered, movements thanks to her light headedness and blood loss. Yanking the man's gun from him, she hauls him up with her good arm and throws him into the path of the truck, which slams on its breaks.

Holding her pilfered gun tight, she backs away as she pulls the trigger just to put shots down range. The weapon doesn't behave the way she's used to, almost too light in her grip, but one thing hasn't seemed to change. The extended magazine the moron had put on his weapon causes the gun to jam after just a few shots.

"Shit." She snarls, as a new group of five men jump out of and off of the truck. She racks the weapon back to clear the chamber and reload the weapon. As she goes to fire again, however, the weapon doesn't fire. Eyes widening, her heart starts to pound, watching in horror as the new men aim at her.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

More shots fire down range, making her jump and look at the person holding the weapon. One of the guards shoots at the men as another runs up to her, the car idling behind him. Her eyes go wide.

"What're you doing? Get him out of here!" She shouts, but the man says nothing as he grabs her and hauls her over a shoulder. Hissing sharply in pain, she grips the back of his shirt with her free hand—unfortunately the injured arm which has little strength left—and forces herself up a little on his shoulder.

"Are you crazy!?" She shouts as the man runs back to the car, throwing her inside when the car door opens and slamming the door behind her. Looking up, she hears the door in the front open once more before closing several seconds later. The sounds of gunfire start to muffle as the car drives off. Soft hands grip her forearms and pull her onto the seat.

"It seems I owe you my life twice over now." Mondatta says, releasing her as she sinks back into the seat. He watches her, looking over the new wounds and blood soaked jacket.

"May I know your name?" He asks gently, startling the brunette a little, having already known Mondatta's name before she met him.

"Oh. My name is Evelyn." She says with a gentle, tired, smile. "It's nice to meet you, sir." He chuckles softly at the 'sir' comment and takes her hand gently.

"Thank you for your help, Evelyn. We will have someone treat your wounds when we arrive at our destination. It should take a half an hour. Can you hold on till then?" He asks softly. The pain was bad and the blood loss was worse. That being said, Evelyn offers him a smile and nods.

"Yes. I'll be okay." She says, which may or may not be a lie, she honestly can't tell. "More importantly, are you alright?" To her surprise, the Omnic chuckles gently, a deep, wispy, sound.

"I am fine but your concern gives me hope." His tone is playful and calm, but his words confuse her slightly.

"Hope?" She questions, tilting her head. "Hope for what?" Mondatta just stares at her quietly for a moment before letting out a rolling chuckle that actually shakes his chest a little. His reaction just confuses the poor girl more.

"Yes, little one, hope. More hope than I thought, perhaps." His words clear up nothing and she continues to stare at him with a lost expression. The omnic's body language tenses a little and she can almost feel his frown.

"You look paler. Is your wound still bleeding?" Reaching out to move her jacket aside and inspect the wound, the brunette catches his hand and smiles—a well practiced poker face.

"I'm fine." She assures stubbornly. "I-" She doesn't get to finish her sentence as the car brakes before stopping.

"Ah. We must walk from here." Mondatta says just as the door on his side of the car opens and a guard stands there. The Omnic steps out before turning and holding out a hand to her. Moving to his side of the car—barely noticing her own natural reaction to grab her pilfered gun from the floor—she reaches out to take his hand before pausing. Spotting her own crimson blood staining her palm and fingers—contrasting sharply to the clean, sleek, metal of Mondatta's outstretched hand—she hesitates and starts to pull her hand back. It feels…wrong. She can't stain such a beautiful, gentle, soul. Cool metal fingers clasp around her stained hand, drawing her startled gaze up to Mondatta's face.

"Come." He ushers as he coaxes her out with his gentle grip on her hand. Like a moth to a flame, she's unable to ignore his light and she slips out of the car with his help. Glancing around, she sees they have only three other guards, five people total with herself and Mondatta. The door shuts behind her before the guard steps up beside them.

"This way, sir." He ushers the omnic along, forming around him with the other two guards. Mondatta keeps Eve beside him as he follows the leading guard, the other two flanking the omnic and brunette. They walk into an alley, keeping close as the walls narrow.

"Press that button." Comes a voice behind Evelyn, startling her. She glances back at the guard behind her who offers a soft smile and gestures to the gun in her hands. Looking down at the weapon, she spots a yellow button near the handle. Pressing it, the weapon hums before lighting up a little brighter.

"It's charged now." He supplies and she smiles back at him.

"Thank you." She says quietly. The man blushes just a little and returns the smile.

They walk through different alleys for several minutes before the lead guard suddenly stops and looks around. Getting a bad feeling from his reaction, the woman stops and tightens her grip on the gun. There's a sudden explosion of action as several men drop from the rooftops and start to attack the guards.

"Get him out!" The guard at the front yells to Eve, making her jump. Grabbing the monk's hand, she spots a side alley and runs for it, dragging Mondatta behind her. It seems their enemies anticipated the escape route as she rounds a corner and spots another armed man. With a startled squeak, she lets instinct take over, releasing Mondatta's hand, raising her gun, aiming and firing before the man can react.

It's only a moment of action but the man drops to the floor, writhing in pain and reaching for his gun. The woman rushes him, kicking the weapon away from him before planting one foot and kicking the man in the face. He's unconscious.

"Come on!" She calls to Mondatta as she faces him. The man hurries back to her side before they both hurry down the alley.

"You need to guide me!" She tells him. His directions are focused and uncomplicated, which is good, because this activity has reopened her wound and is making her dizzy. There are more assailants but she takes them out with only a few more injuries-though one of those includes a dislocated shoulder. Before long, they're walking up the steps of a large, beautiful building.

She really shouldn't be conscious right now. Perhaps through sheer force of will, she walks beside the Omix, barely able to see where she's going but her grip on her pilfered gun is tight with the single hand that still works. Spotting movement to her right, she moves in front of Mondatta and points her weapon at the man that approaches, gun raised. Both fire before a man lands between them and before either can react, the gun wielding man is dead.

Blurry gaze barely able to make out the silver and green man before her, she keeps her shaking gun raised and pointed at him. Behind her, Mondatta places a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"He is a friend." He says gently as another, similar, voice calls out.

"Brother!" She whips around to point at this new target but a different set of hands grab hers this time and lowers them, grip just as gentle as Mondatta's. She looks up at the person that touched her, blinking away the blurriness momentarily to stare up at the green cyborg.

"Genji." She mutters, recognizing the green ninja from her game but too weak to keep herself in check. Relief flooding through her body to the point her legs almost give out. She wills herself to continue standing, though anyone else would have passed out long before.

"I do not know you..." Genji sounds confused but his attention is drawn back to the two Omix now standing beside one another.

"I am glad you are safe, Mondatta." Zenyatta says before looking over at the girl beside Genji.

"This brave soul got injured protecting me, brother." Mondatta says, approaching the girl. "I am not certain how she is still standing." She laughs weakly at that, drawing their attention.

"Me either." She mutters with as much playfulness as she can muster at that moment, which isn't much. She lowers her eyes to the floor as her vision goes black, though stubborn will keeps her conscious and standing.

"Can't see." She mutters quietly, jumping a little as her gun clatters to the ground when it slips, unnoticed, from her cold, numb, fingers. She loses time for what feels like a mere second but is suddenly pressed gently against a cool body. Her fading eyesight lands on a green visor and relief fills her, knowing she's safe. She lets her consciousness fade now that her job is done.