An Overwatch Fanfiction: Blackwatch

Chapter 1

I laid on my bed for what felt like an hour or so. Really not wanting to get ready for the day. To pass the time, I started to think about my life. I usually try not to allow myself to think about my past, you know, for health purposes, but today was an exception. I began to think about my young childhood. How my parents were brutally murdered right in front of my 5-year-old self during the Omnic Crisis. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I began to feel the hatred and pain towards the Overwatch Organization starts to boil in my chest because of how they failed to save my family and ruined my life, but I remember what my masters - scratch that - my new family taught me about controlling my anger. I then continued to think about the last 10 years of my life, how Talon saved me off the streets and gave me my powers. How, they taught me to fight and gave me a chance to finally to get my revenge on those false "Heroes" of Overwatch. I teleported from my bed to my en suite bathroom leaving behind a long crimson red streak from my bed to where I was currently standing. I stepped into the shower. I took my time showering, figuring I can be a few minutes late for training today because I didn't hear anybody downstairs and just assumed that everybody was still sleeping. After my shower, I dried off and prepared for the day ahead by brushing my teeth and fixing my long wavy hair. As I brushed my teeth, I stared into my large, crimson red eyes against my fair skin complexion in the mirror. Every since I got my powers, my eyes changed from a soft ocean blue to a bold crimson red. I swiftly brushed my bangs to the right side of my forehead, like I do every other morning. After I felt I was ready, I teleported to my closet to get changed into my regular outfit. The outfit consisted of an unbuttoned red and black coat with a large collar that comes up to my jaw line, a plain black tee-shirt under my jacket, a pair of tight black skinny jeans, and a pair of black and white traditional high-top converse. Once I was dressed, I walked downstairs to see if anyone was awake. I arrived at the kitchen counter and noticed a note sitting on the counter. It read;

"Dear Red,

Reaper and I have gone out to the Overwatch Museum to steal Doomfist's glove. Like I told you earlier, this glove can finally give us the edge to put Overwatch into the ground once and for all. We should be home around 12:00p.m. Help yourself to some breakfast and don't leave the house!

Sincerely, Widowmaker"

I looked at my watch

"11:04"

I now remembered Widowmaker telling me a couple days ago about their "super secret, undercover plans to steal Doomfist's glove".

"Ok," I thought to myself.

"They should be home soon."

I prepared myself a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and a glass of orange juice. I ate the meal as fast as I could and decided to go for my daily morning jog to warm up for training when Reaper and Widowmaker got home. I went back upstairs and changed into a red tee-shirt and black gym shorts. I exited out the front of the house and went for a jog around the city. Our house was just on the outskirts of the downtown area so it was very convenient for running errands and such. As I was running, I started to the think about when I will finally be able to go on my first mission with Reaper or Widowmaker. I remembered what Reaper always used to tell me about how I am their "secret weapon" and how I just need "a little more training". I also thought about my day-after-day of countless hours, training with all sorts of weapons and honing my powers for 10 years straight! I thought I was ready as I was ever going to be. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a police car screeching by me at top speed. I watched the police car to try to see where it was going until it stopped outside the Overwatch Museum.

"Oh shit," I thought to myself.

"I thought it was supposed to be an undercover mission."

I quickly teleported home to see what was going on. When I arrived home, I immediately almost fell to the floor because of exhaustion. Teleporting longer distances is still very tiring even after all my training. After I regained my composure, I walked over to the TV and turned on the news. The screen lit up with the image of Widowmaker and Reaper fighting an oversized ape with white armor and a young lady in orange leggings and a brown bomber jacket with some sort of device on her chest. I didn't know any of the Overwatch agents at all but I figured that this girl and overgrown ape on the screen were indeed Overwatch agents because who else would actually put up a fight with my two mentors.

This is the chapter notes: Thank you for anyone who made it this far, I am extremely excited to continue this series but this is my first story, so I would greatly appreciate some feedback on what I can do better or any ideas for the upcoming chapters and please mind my grammar and spelling, I'm not the best at writing but I really wanted to make this story. Thanks again and talk to you in the next chapter. :)

P.s - shout out to the true homie for editing help.