An Overwatch Fanfiction: Blackwatch

Chapter 11

I jumped out of my bed, confused as hell. I noticed there was a small crack in the window.

"I didn't even know you could open this window?" I thought as I slowly approached it. It turns out, you can't because it looked like it was pried open with a crowbar or something. Who would have done this, though? I opened the window a little more and my eyes widened with shock. We were somewhere in the arctic, the land covered in snow. A digital image of a desert night was the middle glass pane of my window. I was extremely confused why they would lie to me about where Overwatch HQ was located. After saying that in my head I realized why they thought I would rat them out to Talon when they released me. I was enraged. I stormed out into the hall to find Tracer. I found room 106, where Tracer once told me where she was staying, I opened the door and walked inside. The room was lit up by a small lamp on the nightstand beside a currently sleeping Tracer. The room was Orange and filled with posters of British pop bands. I tiptoed past Tracer to the desk in front of her bed. I picked upped a piece of paper off the desk. It had the word 'Red' written on the top. I started reading the note.

How can he teleport? - Given powers by doctors at age 7

Who was he working for?

Why was he with Widowmaker and Reaper?

How is he such a good fighter?

Real Name - Evan Stewarts

Age - 15

I was so mad. They were researching me! They were no different from Talon! I stormed out of the room. I made my way to the artillery room, we passed it once when I was still being interrogated. I turned the corner and knocked into the guard of the artillery room.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, reaching for his taser. I punched him in the jaw, knocking him out cold. I grabbed the key off his unconscious body and unlocked the room. I quickly scanned the room for my knife. I picked it up off the table in the middle of the room. I used another knife to cut the rubber sheaths off it. I walked out the room, knife in hand. I ran back to my room as fast as I could. I took a deep breath and climbed out the window. I feel three stories and blinked forward at the last second to prevent breaking my legs. As I was getting up from the slide I did to stop my momentum, a spotlight shined on me.

"Mother fu-" I was cut off by a loud siren. I began to sprint forward in a desperate attempt to get away from the building as fast as I could. My breath was visible in the frigid cold air. I looked back to see if anyone was chasing me but my momentum was abruptly stopped when I hit something, knocking me straight on my ass. I looked forward once again to see what I hit while getting up. I scratched my head as I was meet with two legs. I followed the legs up and was met with the giant stature of some man-robot thing. I couldn't tell what it was.

"And where do you think you're going?" The thing said in a German accent, chuckling. I scanned the thing for weak spots in its armor.

"Behind the knees," I thought to myself, just barely rolling away from a giant hammer swing. As he recovered from the missed swing, I slid in between his legs and stabbed him right behind his left knee. He fell to the ground, grunting with pain. I wasted no time and continued running past him, attempting to create more ground between me and the building. My ears shot up. I heard something coming towards me and fast. I dodged a trio of blue rockets as they zipped by my side. I turned around to see a figure of a man standing 10 feet or so behind me.

"Come back and I won't hurt you." He said in a grainy voice.

"Oh really now?" I said, scoffing.

"You had your chance kid," He said, raising his assault rifle. I positioned my blade up sideways in front of my face. As he began firing at me, I reflected every single bullet back at him, riddling him all over with his own ammunition. He fell to the floor, coughing blood. Once again, I took this chance to run some more. I had to be at least 50 meters away from the building when I stopped in my tracks and squinted. The sound of 20 recruitment program students running towards me begun to increase in volume. I stood back and began throwing my knife into the crowd picking them off one by one. There were 12 left once they were in melee range. I swiftly teleported in and around the group landing one blow on every student within 1 second. I stopped right in the middle of the dozen as they all fell to the ground simultaneously. I flicked the crimson red blood off my blade into the recently fallen white snow and moved on. After about 10 minutes of running, I reached a stone wall that reached at least 30 feet high. At the bottom of the wall stood 9 of the Overwatch agents. I recognized them as Phara, Mcree, Soldier 76, Reinhart, Mercy, Torbjorn, Genji, and Tracer. I stopped my running. My spirits dropped as I realized there might be no way out of this. A thought dawned on me. I closed my eyes and tried to reach the same amount of zen I reached when I reflected the first bullet yesterday. I felt the wind slow. I opened my eyes and shot back as I realized the whole team was inches away from my face. I pulled out my knife, ready to fight then I realized no one was moving. I walked up to mercy and waved my hand in front of her face. Nothing. A smug smile spread across my face. I readied my knife and started repeatedly slashing ever member of the team. After 30 seconds of hacking and slashing at their motionless body, a wave of dizziness almost knocked me off my feet. A saw a drop of blood hit the snow below me. I put my hand to my nose and realized it was bleeding.