Mercy, a poor lonely doctor.
Moira, an evil lovestruck doctor
Mercy was abandoned by her team during a tragedy. She was helping everyone survive but the moment she got hurt and needed assistance she was left behind. Moira on the other hand came to...
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My name is Angela Ziegler. Code name Mercy. I was just a normal combat medic working to help save the world. A guardian angel. My team, Overwatch, was like family to me. We all did tough, physically draining and mentally draining, missions together. I always worked overtime to help everyone. I overworked myself so much. I thought we all had each other's backs. I always put myself in danger to save them. Wouldn't they do the same for me? No.
I always did my hardest to heal them and save their lives. Our base was attacked and the building started crumbling down. The person who I thought was the love of my life was in danger, so of course I flew in to help him. A part of the roof collapsed on him and I quickly got him out.
He started dashing out so I flew after him, but the roof started falling and a heavy metal pipe hit my wing. I was high in the air so I crashed into the ground. All "the love of my life" could do was look back at me for one second, then keep running out the door. So many of my co-workers who I had helped out of the building looked at me, passed me, and didn't even help. Some even had the audacity to step on and over me.
This pain. I've never felt anything like it. All I could do was curl up in a ball and accept my fate. This is it. This is where I die. I had fallen asleep on the ground injured. I don't know how much time had passed but it had to be a couple of hours. All of a sudden I'm awakened by a familiar scent. My enemy. The doctor I had always had competition with. That stupid evil doctor. Moira.
I open my eyes and look up to see a ginger watching over me with her blue and red eyes.
"Ah Mercy. You've awakened."
I hate her voice.
"Moira-" I cough hard clearly in pain. "W-what are you doing here?"
Moira was a part of a group named blackwatch. She had her stupid blackwatch clothes. Her group is evil. Never up to any good. It's such a shame, she's such a good doctor. Imagine how overwatch could have used her. She could've been a big help to me. If only she weren't such a bad person.. It's funny though, isn't this what she feels with me? Ah! If only Mercy weren't good and joined blackwatch instead of overwatch! Haha, she probably thinks that.
"I planned this attack. I didn't expect to see you still here.. " She smirks.
"Oh poor little Angela, did they leave you?" Moria says with pity.
She gets down on her knees and picks me up, holding me in her arms inspecting my hurt wing.
"How could they leave a precious angel like you here?"
I couldn't help but lay into her body, I was so weak.
"Shutup." We sat there in silence before Moira spoke again.
"What is this, the 20th time they have left you? How are you still with this group? You would be better off with me."
Ugh, she's so annoying. Overwatch treats me horrible, yes... but I don't want to hurt people. Or do I..? Revenge ..? It sounds..
