An Overwatch Fanfiction: Blackwatch

Chapter 7

And, here is your room." Tracer said, gesturing toward the door in front of us.

"Here, change into these," She said, handing me a pile of clothes.

"Once you are ready, come to the Mess Hall to meet some of your new...uh...classmates! It's two lefts and a right." She informed while using her hands to gesture where to walk. I nodded and turned around to walk inside my new room.

"If you need anything, I'll be in the Mess Hall as well." She said with best intentions grabbing my shoulder. I put my hand overtop of hers for a second then I slipped out of her grasp, walking inside my room. I closed the door behind me and examined the room. The room was painted a starchy white. The furniture and the bedsheets were orange and blue. There was a bathroom to my left. I walked through a small hallway to the bedroom. There was a queen sized bed with a blue comfort facing a TV on the opposite wall. There was a large window on the far wall and a small counter accompanied by a mini fridge and a coffee machine. The room was very quaint and cozy. I walked up to the window and opened the blinds to let some light in. I pulled back the blinds to be met with a desert. The sun beat through the window, lighting up the room. This was the first time I finally had a sense where actually was, stranded deep in a fucking desert! I put my hands up against the window and leaned against it to try and regain my composure. I immediately sprung back with shock because of how cold the window was to the touch. This confused the hell out of me. I tried to comprehend how the window could be that cold considering we were in the middle of the desert. I decide that it had to be the type of glass or something to keep me from going insane trying to understand it. I walked back to the bathroom I saw before and striped of my orange jumpsuit. I stepped into the shower. The soothing velvet-like warm washed the dirt and grime off my exhausted body. I made the shower short considering the last thing I need is more time to think. I quickly dried my hair and body with a towel, I walked back over to the bed where I laid down the clothes Tracer gave to me. I picked up a tight black undersuit, it looked like something you would wear for sports or something. I put that on first then picked up the second article of clothing. It was a gray and black jumpsuit.

"Yaaaaaa, another jumpsuit!" I thought to myself sarcastically.

I put that on too along with my old pair of converse, the only thing they let me keep. I look at my now dressed self in the mirror. My eyes immediately locked on the Overwatch crest that was over my left breast. I frowned as the reality of me working with the enemy dawned on me once more. I unzipped the jumpsuit to my waist and slipped my arms out. I tied the sleeves around my waist like you would do with a sweater. I looked back into the mirror. Happy with my solution, I walked back outside.

"Two lefts and a right," I repeated to myself in my head.

I walked down the hallway, following the directions I was given until I reached 2 metal doors with the words "Mess Hall" written above them. I pushed the doors open and scanned the massive cafeteria. There were more tables than I could count and almost all of them were full. I walked slowly in no particular direction, analyzing the people sitting at the tables. I looked around to see if I could find Tracer. After a good 15 seconds of scanning the room, I spotted her sitting with some kind of cyborg looking person. I vaguely remember this person from when Widowmaker gave me that rundown on some of the agents of Overwatch before my first mission. Tracer and I briefly made eye contact. She waved to me and I nodded back. I spotted an empty table about 10 feet from where I was currently standing. I made my way over and sat down. I kept my eyes glued to the table staring at the cracks and scratches that someone inflicted on the pastel green table that I sat at.

"Why are you already in your jumpsuit?" I heard a feminine voice say to my left. I looked to my left and jumped. A beautiful girl with freckles and red hair styled in a braid around her shoulder wearing red plaid skirt with fishing rope tied around her waist, a loosely done white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, fishnet leggings and a pair of black sneakers were sitting right beside me

"Were you sitting there the whole time?" I asked, very perplexed.

"I WAS sitting her, but I left for 2 minutes to get a muffin and...well..."

She said, pointing to me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I guess I will leave now." I said, standing up. She grabbed my arm and pulled be back down to the seat.

"No! I mean, it's fine, I don't mind." She said, smiling.

"Um, okay," I answer back, a little unsure of this girl. She studied my face for a second.

"Whoa, your eyes! They are...RED! She exclaimed, grabbing my face. I swatted her hands away from my face, blushing.

"Yes, yes they are," I said looking away. She then realized what she did was a little weird then she returned to her muffin.

We sat there in silence for a little bit as she ate her muffin.

"I'm so sorry, how rude of me! Would you like a bite?" She offered through a mouthful of muffin, breaking the silence.

"I'm alright, thank you," I said, politely declined her offer. She shrugged and went back to eating.

"So, what is your name?" She asked, in between bites.

"Red," I answered simply.

"Red, like your eye color?" She asked.

"Yup, like my eye color." I answered back. The silence returned.

"Mine is Amy Reid or Ocean, thanks for asking." She said sarcastically, a little annoyed. The truth is, I just really didn't care enough to ask for her name at the time but I did feel a little bad afterward.

"Age?" She asked again.

"15"

"I'm 16. Favorite Colour?"

"Red"

Of course," She scoffed.

"Mine is blue. Where did you live before?"

"Do you just want me to tell you my life story or what!?" I said, a little annoyed. She looked away.

"Sorry, I just-" I grunted.

"Are you here for the recruitment program?" I asked. She looked back at me with a slight smile

"Yes. You?" She asked back. I nodded.

"Tell me, why did you join?" I asked her, genuinely wondering why she would want to join this band of murderers.

"I looked up to Overwatch since I was very young. When I was 5 years old, a group of Omnics broke into my house. Unfortunately, they murdered my parents but Overwatch saved me and raised me as their own. I've been training ever since and I think I am finally ready to join the team!" She told me, with such enthusiasm and optimism. This story hit me like a ton of bricks. We were in the same boat. I wanted to scream at her! How could she not hold Overwatch responsible for her parents' death! She was so naive! I was fuming.

"How about you?" She asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Same sort'a thing." I said dully, standing up and walking back to my room.

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Okey Smokey, how is everybody? Good? Good, I am currently on a road trip to Québec, then New Brunswick, Then Ottawa. Pretty much, what that means is I have 21 plus hours combined over the next week to write! Also, I have a question. Do you guys and gals prefer longer chapters but less frequent or shorter chapters more frequent. Tell me in the comments. One last thing,I spelled COLOUR right, fucking Americans. I'm just kidding! Don't get your knickers in a twist. Anyways, comment, vote and do whatever you need to do! Bye :) !