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I own no character except Alex Terrell. The Arkham Knight will be OC, so he will not be Jason Todd or connected in anyway with Bruce Wayne or the Bat Family.
That said, Please Enjoy the Show!
Chapter 13: An Escape to insanity
Former Buzludzha Communist Headquarters, Lower Chemical Complex chamber
Red Hood blinked, groaning as the blurred out alarms flared all across his visor, and the chamber he was in. He felt nothing for a slit second, before regaining strength in his arms and legs. "Ugh, my head…." He muttered, looking around.
"WARNING, CHEMICAL COMPLEX AIR SYSTEMS ARE NOW POLLUTED. ALL FORCES, EVACUATE FROM AIR POISONED AREAS. EVACUATE, EVACUTATE, EVACU….." The voice kept going on and on, making Red Hood look towards the center of the chamber. The console screen showed the chemical weapon was halted from blasting, but that didn't mean it'd stop the complex from giving up structural support.
"Well," Red Hood snapped his head once more, handgun raised towards the… figure, the 'Emily' figure. He hadn't changed or looked any different than before, he had darker chocolate brown hair and brown eyes which glistened in the chamber. He wore a tattered and bloodied white, leather jacket and dark blue cargo jeans, alongside black boots and fingerless gloves. "Isn't this something, hm?"
"E…Em-Emily?" Red Hood stuttered in confusion and shock, trying to comprehend this. His breathing suddenly grew faster, and before he knew it Red tossed off his helmet to try and control his breathing.
"Easy!" Emily suddenly appeared behind him, slapping his back hard. Alex gasped in air, not realizing he'd breathed in chemicals. "You're losing your fucking breath. Calm down and breathe!"
"W-W-What is this?!" Alex yelled out in shock and horror, rushing away from Emily and to a corner. "You can't be real, it's impossible! You're dead!"
"Your right, I am. In fact, you stated it clear as ever." Emily stood up, stopping a foot infront of Alex. "I did in fact die in that gun fight years back. But, the chemicals inhaled had created a vision of myself."
Emily crouched and leaned forward, a hand out to touch Alex's shoulder. But the Overwatch Vigilante shuttered away in fear, his eyes wide in continuous shock. He sighed, standing up fully. "I knew you wouldn't believe me." He stated, making his way to the door. The large chamber let a burst of sparks fly out from one of the walls, causing the ground shake only more. "I suggest you prepare to make a fast getaway. Sure, the blast may be stopped. But the Arkham Militia is still blowing it up to cover any evidence that they were there."
Alex blinked, looking towards the roof as several louder bangs began pounding down. "They're…. bombing the complex?" He muttered in surprise. "Why… Don't they know it won't do a lot to spread the air poisoning?"
Alex blinked, slowly losing his breath and consciousness. This is the first time I've ever felt weak….. The first time I've felt emotions like…. like Slipstream…. So much like…
(Flashback, 9 years ago)
In the large city of Numbani, two brothers walked alongside a far road towards a public airport. The somewhat shorter, younger of the two wore a black and white long sleeve, with the Overwatch logo sewed onto the side. He wore a pair of black pants with white linings running down the front, connecting to his metal boots built onto the pant legs. He also had two twin Brotherguard Revolvers on either of his sides, and had short light brown hair and blue eyes.
The other, more older wore a bright white and jet black leather jacket, with dark blue jeans and
"So, little brother," A young, and ambitious 13 year old Alex looked to his older brother. "What are you thinking about?"
"Hm, not much." Alex shrugged, flashing a smile to his sibling. "Just about how awesome it is to be a Warrant Officer for Overwatch!"
"It ain't much yet, Warrant Officer Terrell." Emily stated proudly, scuffing his shorter brothers hair. "But you're getting there!"
"Bro, come on!" Alex called out, pulling his brothers hand off his head. "You should be happy too! You finally became a fully pledged captain for Overwatch!"
"I could, but that would stop me from hanging out with my little brother!" Emily pulled his brother closed to his side, forcing Alex into a Head Nuggie. "Besides, gives us some time to catch up on our lives outside of Overwatch."
"Yeah, I guess your right." The duo walked down the calm street of Numbani, few Omnics and humans conversing and walking to their own places. As they made the corner however, the came face to face with a explosion.
The explosion sent them both across the now burned street, civilians running and screaming in horror as endless hordes of the Omnic Null Sector drones exited the smoke. "People of Numbani, you have lived in peace without the slightes regard for Omnic nature." The lead Omnic drone, a dark purple Omnic battle unit with a rattline minigun on its back stated. "And so, you will pay with your lives and city. Long live the Null Sector!"
"Shit, Alex! We've got Null Sector mechs marching towards us from the west!" Emily called out, pulling out two long Bowie Knife's with built in spikes to the blades. He looked to Alex, who nodded and pulled out two Brotherguard Revolvers.
The Revolvers were built with two barrels, a sharp knife built onto the lower barrel from the inch of metal before the trigger to the front of the barrel, and a somewhat extended ammo cylinder. The design was overall black and white, with a thin aim marker on the top. "I'll take the east, you take the west!" Alex stated, rushing forward and unloading his rounds into the Omnic battle mechs….
(Flashback end)
"…..Lex….. Ale…. ALEX!" The Red Hood blinked, his sight slowly fixing to show the concerned look of Lena Oxton. "A-Alex, c'mon luv! Don't die on me… Again!"
"W-Wha…?" Red Hood forced himself up, a hand to his head as he looked around. The chamber was still collapsing, how long was he out? His attention focused back on Lena, and his eyes widened in realization. "Why are you here?! I told you to get the hell out of here before this place blows!"
"Well….." Tracer looked away sheepishly, recalling how she disobeyed the order and left Winston and the others to escape. "I couldn't stand losing you again….Not after I just found a close friend and best partner ever…. So, I came back…."
Alex blinked, surprised at the loyalty Tracer somewhat had for him. They'd both gone through hell and back, through Slipstream and other events…. Tracer a bit more, but even through the bat shit insanity, the blood and sacrifices she still came back for him, when she has a chance to escape. "Lena, I…." Alex was cut off by a loud explosion, followed by the sound or rocks and metal support beams crashing down around the center chamber. "You know what? It can wait!"
"Yeah… Now c'mon, we're both leaving!" Tracer blinked out the room, letting Alex pull on his Red Hood helmet and clip his handguns back to their holsters. Red Hood fixed his mask for a second, before freezing as he looked at the spot Emily was at. He blinked, before rushing out the center chamber.
Lena sat in the Redstream's pilot seat, readying the engines and teleportation matrix in case. "Hurry, hurry!" Red Hood cried out, jumping into the copilot seat. "Go, go!"
"Got it!" She called out, pushing the full throttle of the Redstream. The red jet spiraled around the now collapsed center chamber, rushing out the long corridor like hanger bay. Rocks and metal linings fell apart, but Tracer wasn't a simply pilot. She was clever in dodging and bobbing away from the falling debris.
Meanwhile in Liguria, Italy
Built on the ancient parts of Balestrino, the Arkham Militia's Base of Operations sat with red lightings and large walls. Several spire and Serpent-Class Air Drones flew all across a 10 mile radius from the base. Inside the base were hundreds of troops, ranging from Stealth Troopers to the large Brutes, as well as tens of hundreds of unmanned tanks patrolling the large mountain side.
"Excellent, everything is going well so far." Black Crane smiled under his yellow eyed mask, staring happily at the news screen on the TV inside the lower underground parts of the base. The screen read 'NEWS BULLETIN: BUZLUDZHA COMMUNIST HEADQUARTERS DESTROYED BY UNKNOWN MILITARY ASSAULT. OVERWATCH AGENTS BELIEVED TO BE IN ON ACTION!' "As long as we can have the new focusing on Overwatch, it will draw the attention of the United Nations, who will then be forced to take action."
"And if that occurs, we will be able to start our demands," he continued, looking towards the Arkham Knight and two Talon agents. "Otherwise, we will show them true fear and pain."
"Of course," The Knight stated accordingly, walking forward. "And now that we have taken a certain… machine from our friends at Volskaya Industries in Russia, we will achieve total mobility for the Black Plague weapon."
"Excellent," Black Crane looked to his side, walking towards the glass frame which revealed a large, light navy blue mecha. It stood a good 100 meters high, slowly being painted black and red with the Arkham Militia insignia on the side of its head/ pilot command seat. On the chest was a large device, circular with several metal pipes and wires that went across the chest, shoulders and ended at the back. "Soon, the world will know fear. Soon…."
A/N: I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience of chapter uploading, and the amounts of times I say sorry to you all. I've been having many story ideas running in my notebook and head, and I to believe I already have an idea for my next story once I finish Let's Pick A Fight. Now, do not suspect that Let's Pick A Fight will be discontinued, I do plan to go all the way in finishing this story.
I've also been preparing for High School in the next few weeks, and am actually planning on meeting my teachers and seeing my school next week, so yay! I guess….
I will, if possible, load a sneak peek idea of the story in the next chapter. So, yes that is all there is to say for now.
That said, this is the KnightOfZ3R0 signing off!