As requested by firegirlx48
I hope I do this idea justice!
(I may redo this at some point too!)
You weren't a part of Overwatch, nor a part of Talon. You weren't even a rogue, just someone who enjoyed the peace and tranqility of freedom.
You knew the backstory of Overwatch and Talon, you admired those who were and a part of them, but had no real interest in joining them, despite your parents begging you to join Overwatch and make a difference. This was because they used to be a part of Overwatch, they helped with weapon maintinence and research.
If it was the original Overwatch crew, you would have jumped at the opportunity. You wanted to work beside Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison, but alas, they were no more.
Besides, you just wanna burn things in your down time.
You love the way that the flames flicker and dance, glowing in the moonlight and blending with the wind as it whipped through the gorgeous colours.
You always sneak out at night time, to the same place, same time, everyday.
The place in question is an old scrapyard, overgrown with trees and foliage. It was a goldmine for things to unleah the flames upon.
Slowly walking over to an old oak tree that you have had your eye on for a few years now, waiting for it to get large enough and dry enough to make the best fire show yet.
As you approach it, hand sliding over the bark, you feel eyes on the back of you. It has been this way for a few weeks now, and everytime, the air feels colder. Nothing bad has come from ignoring it, so it can't be anything to worry about.
You remove your homemade flamethrower from your back, admiring your handiwork, you remove the old cannisters and replace them with new ones, discarding the empty ones at the base of the old oak.
A smile gracing your lips, you aim the machine at the tree, take a few steps back, and unleash the flames.
The reds and yellows melding together, dancing in unison, your eyes wide in wonder and awe.
But something felt wrong.
The flames shouldn't be this powerful already.
The heat shouldn't be so intense.
Before you can react, the old cannisters you presumed to be empty explode, sending you flying backwards, your eyes wide, throat constricted, body aching.
Thump.
Spinning.
Rolling.
Pain.
Tears.
You come to a halt, lying on your side, shocked and in pain. You can feel your skin peeling from the flames, your head thumping from the impact, ears ringing.
You feel that presence again, this time more than usual. The cold more evident. Footsteps approaching from behind.
''You foolish girl, don't you know that doing things like this attract the Reaper'' the voice snarls, low and menacing.
You stay silent, hoping not to anger the voice anymore than he already seemed to be, tears dripping down your face, mixing with the blood.
The voice sighs, the sound of footsteps come to a halt and the sound of leather rubbing together can be heard.
You clench your eyes shut as you feel a clawed glove run over the side of your face and the voice sighs again.
''Hmm. You seem to have injured yourself pretty bad. All this time I have been supervising you and not once have your screwed up this bad.''
Your eyes shoot open, as your peer over to the figure slightly. The distant flames lighting up the darkness slightly.
The only thing you can make out is a white mask, staring at your figure.
''No need to be scared kid, I won't hurt you...much'' The voice whispers into your ear. It chuckles slightly, causing your body to shiver as you feel hands slip under you.
You feel yourself lifted into something firm, as you gasp in pain, grasping your side, feeling the warmth of blood.
