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The battle raged across Central Park, militia and US army forces were devastating the Null Sector forces with the help of the Demon. Weapon's fire and explosions turned the once beautiful park into an unrecognizable hellscape. Medics were rushing out of the area with wounded and back in to get more to bring to the medical facilities. A large mech had been spotted approaching the scene, and the Null Sector forces appeared to be reforming around it.
"Reform the lines!" the Demon yelled to the troops. "We'll beat these bastards even if I have to fight though hell again to do so!"
"Sir, reports are saying the mech is more advanced than the other ones that have been brought down! It may even have... better... aim..." a young soldier yelled before palling at the sight of the mech aiming at the forces.
"Take cover!" the Demon yelled before creating a hellfire barrier to shield himself and anyone behind him, before having a large blast hit it hard enough to force him back a bit. "I didn't come back from the dead to be outdone by some rich bastard's toys!" he yelled before launching a fireball into the masses of Null Sector drones, destroying any in several yards of the impact point, then creating another shield to withstand another blast. "Give me some covering fire!" he yelled as he rushed the robotic troops and summoned a large upheaval of hellfire from the ground, destroying all within a large radius, before the large mech focused it's beam weapon on him and fired...
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John was in pain, more than he had ever felt at one time before, and he knew what he had to do. He used all his pain as a catalyst for the most powerful spell he knew. The beam around him had ended, and he shouted the spell, held out his hand to the mech, and launched a pure jet of plasma that impacted on it's torso, and quickly ate through to the other side, causing a large scale explosion that ripped it apart. "Fuck... You..." he gasped as his spell ended, and he fell to his cybernetic knees to catch his breath and assess how badly hurt he was. His helmet was badly damaged, the mask had broken and scratched up his face, but luckily his eyes went unscathed. his right arm had been damaged, the hand had melted off, as had several pieces of armor on it. His chest plate had several pieces of metal piercing it, and he had lost half of his left leg to melting, rendering it nearly unusable.
However, the battle seemed to be over, the rest of the Null Sector forces seemed to have collapsed after the mech had been destroyed, which would mean they were unusable without a signal from a large mech or other control facility. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see several medics trying to get his attention, which he waved off. "Go help the worse off." he ordered. "I'm half replacement parts anyway." He mumbled as he pulled what little was left of his mask off of his helmet. "Gonna need to find a better material..."
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"The battle of New York city seems to have reached it's conclusion with the Battle for Central Park ending with the destruction of the Null Sector's giant mech." the reporter announced on the screen. "The undoubtable final blow was delivered by none other than the Demon himself, who, by all reports is John Wagner himself, who claims to have fought through hell itself to return to our world. His response when asked "What was hell like?" was simply "Overly muggy and full of monsters." "
"I knew it." Mercy said as she watched the news broadcast.
"... he was also asked whether or not he would try to reach the other side of the country to find his fiance, only for him to say, and I quote, "As far as I know, she's still playing with that Japanese windup toy, so no." "
"WHAT?!"
"That's a new one..." Gengi said from behind her.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK WE ARE TOGETHER?!" she yelled at him, getting only a shrug in response.
"...we wish the iconic sniper a speedy recovery from his injuries, though it would seem he will be out of combat for some time..."
"What? He was injured?" Mercy asked before grabbing the remote and rewinding the news thirty seconds.
" "...windup toy, so no." We can only hope that he isn't taking her dating again too hard, as his wounds in the fight were rather harsh, several lacerations, several burns, and obviously several shards of metal piercing his armor are just the start. Obviously we wish the iconic sniper a speedy recovery from his injuries, though it would seem he will be out of combat for some time..."
"Mein god... I have to get to him..."
"How? His vessel cloaks when in flight so no one can track it."
"He spends most of his time in Boston, he needs constant medical treatment, and his gear is all repurposed Overwatch tech... I think there used to be an Overwatch medical bunker underneath Boston... Yes there was, I designed the medical facilities myself. That's where he'll be..."
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"Well that fight could've been a good bit easier..." John mumbled as he limped into the medical facilities and began the painful process of removing his armor. "This is gonna hurt..." he said before ripping his chest piece off, taking the shrapnel with it, before he collapsed onto the floor.
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John awoke on the metal table with the medical procedures finished. "How..." he mumbled as his foggy head cleared from the anesthesia. He felt his hand being held and turned to look at the one holding it, and saw none other than his ex-fiance glaring at him. "I guess someone did remember these old bunkers..." he mumbled as he pulled his hand away.
"You had a piece of shrapnel in your lung, and were going into shock when I found you. You could've died." she said to him.
"Like I haven't done that before." he replied. "Where are my pants?" he asked before grabbing the sheet off the table and tying it around his waist.
"Your one leg is effectively useless, and you're missing a hand."
"I have spares. I'm not stupid enough to not have some ready."
"Did you have any on your transport?"
"Hindsight is 20/20, Angela." he said as he walked out of the room, headed for the armory.
"Since when did you stop calling me Angel?" she asked as she followed him.
"Since I fought my way out of hell itself for a woman who had already moved on."
"And what if she never did?" She asked as he pulled out a new pair of legs, sat down on a bench, and began disengaging his old pair.
"Then she's just as foolish as her ex-fiance." he said as he finished on his legs, then got up to pull a replacement arm from the cubby next to the legs.
"So I'm foolish for not moving on?" she asked as he pulled his old arm off and attached the new one, then pulled the computer from the old arm and installed it into the new one.
"You spent how long moping over my death? Six months? A year?"
"Two years."
"Then you wasted a decade when you should've found someone new. The odds of my return were beyond astronomical, and you bet on it regardless."
"And I was right! I knew you would come back to me! Oh... But you didn't, did you? You believed some bullshit news story that had no evidence instead of coming home to me! What if you would've gotten me pregnant on our last time together? Would you have come to me then?" she yelled out, tears forming in her eyes.
"*sigh* You know I would've."
"Then why didn't you come back to me at all?!" she asked as her tears began to fall.
"Because I thought you were happy! I thought you had found someone else who loved you and you didn't need me anymore!"
"You country moron! I will always love you! I will always need you! Don't you know that?!"
"...no... I didn't..."
"...you... You didn't?"
"No... and maybe I should've came to see you, or at least sent you a message or something... but I thought you were happy... I'm sorry... alright? I'm sorry." he said, calming down as she pulled him into a hug.
"I am too. I just... I missed you so much, and when I found out you were alive... I just..."
"I know... I'm sorry... I still love you... you know that... right?"
"I know..." she whispered as the two lovers embraced for the first time in years.
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