His dreams had been dark. Visions of monsters and demons in hell itself. His nightmares continued on near forever, his mind trapped in a constant fight for survival and dominance. He learned how to kill them, and stole their magic, their technology and turned them both against them, laying waste to their infernal world.
He killed them by the thousands, eventually wiping out larger and more powerful ones, until he found the biggest one of all. The battle raged for days, neither seeming to get an advantage, until the battlefield itself began to come apart from the fighting. With all the effort he could muster, he threw everything he had at the giant monstrosity, and finally brought it to it's knees.
As he delivered the killing blow, he felt energy emit from it in vast and powerful waves, forcing him back before the beast erupted in a blinding light...
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"Ugh..." Came a grunt from the sandy beach. A shaky, semi rotten arm drug the rest of the body away from the water. "Worst... ugh!... Fight... ah!... Ever!... ckckcerrRRAHH!!" he groaned and moaned as he got himself to the top of the shore. He sat up as best as he could, pulled out his computer and powered it up.
The first thing he saw was the date, more then twelve years had passed! Second was that his system had been flagged as obsolete and due for maintenance. He keyed in the nearest Overwatch medical facility, and it pinged a hidden bunker underneath Boston itself. He got up as best as he could and began making the slow and painful trip into the darkness.
He walked for hours, the first signs of dawn's light were beginning to reveal themselves when he reached the entrance. He keyed in his code, and was quite surprised that it worked, and the door slid open. He could tell by the lack of dust that the automated cleaning drones were still functioning, which meant at least some of the bunker still had power.
He kept moving, noting the rooms he came to as he searched for the main medical lab, hoping it was equipped with the medical drones Angel had designed to preform surgery autonomously. As he limped along, his mind drifted to the dreams and nightmares he had, how lifelike they were, and the different abilities he had stollen from them in it. He held out his hand and tried to cast a fire creation charm, one of the simplest spells he learned in that dream, as if to prove to himself it was nothing more than a hallucination, only to see weak flames flicker to life in the shape of a pentagram.
"Oh... Well shit..." he said as the spell ended, and he was left with the feeling that not all dreams are meaningless.
He kept moving, and finally found the medical center, and it was amazing. All top of the line equipment from when he went under, most designated by Angel. He stripped off his clothes and gun belt, layed down on the automated table, powered it on, and watched as it scanned his body via several different wavelength readers. The outlook was rather grim... Both his legs were gangrenous, as was his right arm, he had several semi-healed lacerations to his torso and back, and a couple broken teeth. He triggered the surgical procedures and let it get underway. He took deep breaths as the mask came down and put him under, unaware that his presence had been noted by someone else in the base...
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Widowmaker's laser alarm worked like a charm, and she was ready to flee or kill whoever was foolish enough to hunt her down. She looked through he scope at the hallway, seemingly ready for anything... save the limping form of an old friend entering the surgical center. She waited patiently for several minutes until she was certain no one else had entered, and silently moved from her position to check on the limping sniper.
As she approached, she could see the surgical procedures had already begun, he was unconscious and the machines were removing gangrenous tissues and limbs from him, and replacing them with modular prosthetics. She fought the urge to gag at several points, reminding herself she was to appear unfeeling to anyone, especially the rest of Talon.
She knew her presence here would be compromised if he was here too, and she turned to gather her supplies and leave, though she couldn't help but offer a silent goodbye to a friend from before...
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John awoke in pain, which was good. It meant he was still alive and the operations were successful to a point. He triggered the table to raise his head up so he could see how well his procedures went. As his head came up, he could tell he didn't have any legs left, the prosthetics were fused to his pelvis, and his right shoulder now housed his mechanical right arm.
"Great. I'm a sith lord..." he mumbled as he looked for a wheelchair and found that, though painful, he could in fact use his new limbs. "Angel stepped up her game..." he said with a smile as he got off the table, picked up his clothes, and wandered through the halls to find some suitable replacements. He was quite sure as he wandered the halls that no one had been here for some time, and hoped that any clothes he could find hadn't deteriorated at all.
After some time of searching, he finally found some housing areas and got some decent clothes for the time being. The basic Overwatch uniform wasn't attractive at all, but it covered his bits and that was suitable. He moved on through the halls to the cafeteria to try and find some food. After he got his meal, a basic MRE, he pulled up all Overwatch history in the last dozen years, and was quite unpleased at best.
"Overwatch accused of corruption? No shocker there. Blackwatch wasn't exactly squeaky clean... Aaaand the secret got out... lovely... Oslo got attacked... Some medal ceremony... Mmm, can't go wrong with rigatoni... Shit... Ana's dead?! By Ams's hand?! What the Fuck?! The chief and fucking Reyes died in Switzerland... The omnics are fucking up Russia... And a monkey is calling for a resurrection of Overwatch... that's the last time I blow myself up..."
He pushed the tray away from him, got up, put the computer in his pocket, and began walking to the armory. "First better prosthetics, then some new weaponry..."
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More than a week had passed, and he had in fact done some upgrades. He had pulled apart various arms, armor, and even an old Overwatch transport to do so. His legs were now embedded with jump jets to help him move, and his arm now had a grapple line and a portable computer unit. He had built a suit that integrated the jump jets into the back, and utilized stealth technology to ease entrance and exit to dangerous locations, but was also resistant to small to medium weapons fire. The helmet was designed to act as a rebreather and the full suit was airtight, so he could traipse through the water without worrying about drowning again.
But the weaponry and transport were where he truly shined. To the transport he equipped a stealth device and a large number of weapons, including heavy pulse rifles, a missle launcher system, and Puff the Magic Dragon hooked to a hideaway turret, because subtle tactics rarely work. It was effectively a mobile base for him.
As for his rifle, he had assembled his masterpiece. Drum magazine fed .50 caliber multi-firerate rifle with a multifunctional scope, accurate to over a mile. Needless to say, he was proud of his accomplishments.
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He sat and stared at the monitors in the bunker Commander's office, and was looking at all reports on Overwatch personnel movements since the recall, which wasn't much. Either people went ratting on them, or they weren't coming...
"*sigh*... The recall was almost a year ago...I need to find Angel... Let's see if I can get a location on her suit...Nothing... must've disabled it after everything went to hell... What's she been up to anyway?... Who the fuck is Genji?...Genji Shimada?... She's dating asian ninjas now?... Twelve years gone... *sigh*... Fine... This city will be my home then... I'll be it's Batman... only without the clown stalker... But first I need to train... Gotta get in shape if I'm gonna do this... and I should see if all those spells I learned work here too..."