Angel With No Wings

Part 2

'Wha... what? Where am I?' Genji couldn't move. He was stuck in place, laying down. On what? He wasn't sure. It was soft and warm. Most likely a bed. He didn't dare open his eyes. What would he see? Would it help him or make everything worse? That's when the pain kicked in. He was very sore and the discomfort turned into a burning, fiery pain. He began to breathe heavily, trying to lift his arms to hold his body, but he couldn't. This made the panic even worse. He began to scream as loud as he possibly could. His lungs burned, but he didn't care. He kept on screaming, his eyes tightly shut. Suddenly, he felt something grab his shoulders. Then, a voice with a heavy accent began to speak loudly.

"Sir! You're safe! You can stop screaming! You can open your eyes!" He was very hesitant, was this person telling the truth, or trying to make him open his eyes? Why couldn't he move? And, the biggest question of all, where was he? He needed to know. Cautiously, He opened the lids of his eyes. There, right above him was a woman. She had very short fiery red hair, pale, almost white skin, a few freckles dotting her nose and cheeks and two very different colored eyes. The left one blue as the sky on the perfect Summer day, and the right, as red as the fall leaves on the beautiful trees.
He did not recognize this woman, but she seemed like a very interesting person. She was as skinny as a skeleton, and was dressed in a blinding white doctor's coat and a clipboard in her gloved hands. Genji tried to open his mouth to ask this woman an abundance of questions, but no voice came out, only a small squeak.

"Beautiful job, sir, you strained what little voice you have left,"
She commented, in her heavy irish accent. He scowled at the seemingly 'professional' woman.

"Good morning, sir. You have been asleep for a while. I'm Dr. O'Deorain, your surgeon. You are lucky to be alive. Our alternative wasn't ideal, but you're here alive, and your story has made a huge medical discovery and will go down in medical books for generations,'' Genji laid there, wishing to ask a question, but he no longer could speak. The doctor did read his mind though.

"I assume you're wondering why you cannot move, and why you didn't bleed to death out there. Like I said, you are a medical miracle. What we did to your body is something beautiful and wondrous. You are the first and single man to have this operation, and without you, we would have never made this theory a possibility. First, I will tell you where you are. You are currently at the Ziegler medical center, owned by the Ziegler family, and part of the Overwatch estate." She threw a file of papers on his chest.

"Once you aren't as sore and are able to move, read through that file. You will understand everything once you do." She left the room. It was a huge room, lined with small white beds, one side with curtains, and the other without. Small windows ran across the asylum-white walls Genji began to look around at a few of the other patients. One man had a white cotton bandage wrapped around his right eye. Another had a cast on his foot. Most were completely passed out, but there were a few being tended to or coughing until blood spattered on their achromatic blankets.

The doors slammed out as multiple men and women all in the same coat carried something and put it on a bed. They began demanding things from the young nurses. Dr. O'Deorain was among one of them. Genji caught a glimpse of the man. He was covered in blood, it seemed to pour out of some unknown location. He was already pretty deep in some coma. The pair of pants he was in was a terrifying black. They had already torn off his thin shirt. One of the doctors caught him staring, and he immediately closed the curtain around the area.

Genji wondered if this was where he was only a day before. Covered in his own blood and barely alive. He then remembered everything. His brother, taking the sword from him and slashing him, leaving him with deep wounds. Then taking a bow and doing the work he was meant to do. He remembered staring up in the sky, the pain going deeper and deeper. Everything became foggy and dark. A beautiful woman, staring over him, her crystal blue eyes, a creation of the stars. And then, waking up here. Did he see an angel? was he almost taken in by the guides to heaven, only to be saved by the unfortunate victim who found him in their own backyard?

And of course, his brother. He never felt so much anger before. The hate fueling inside him grew more and more until any feeling he had at all was just vengeance. All love, all empathy, all sensitivity was relinquished. He was now a weapon of deep anger and revenge. He cared about nothing, his own state, wellbeing, and self control was no more.

He sat up, he didn't care how much it hurt, he needed to get back out there and kill him. The first thing he did was go to the mirror. Every step was agony, but he didn't care. Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw a monster. That was no man, that was a machine. His skin was replaced by metal and he had wires streaming from his neck to his right shoulder. The only real part of him he had left was his left shoulder and arm, and his face. Both completely scarred and leathery. He wasn't a man, not anymore.

He felt a small tear begin to well up, but he would never let anything get through. He ran to the door, but it was too much. He fell to the ground. "WHAT AM I? WHY AM I LIKE THIS?! FIX ME! I WANT TO BE NORMAL!" Doctors came running to assist him. He tried to push them away, but he was overpowered. They took him over and injected his arm in a heavy dose of sleeping medicine.