GhostWatch (FF)

Chapter 2

~6 years later~

After the fight and the destruction of the HQ in Switzerland, Overwatch was deemed illegal and all traces of the once great organization were wiped out. That lead for the seeds of Talon to grow without Overwatch to oversee the protection of the world. With the threat of the 2nd Omnic Crisis hanging over the world's head, one must ask. What happened to our heroes?

Everyone had moved on with their lives, forgetting Overwatch, but remembering the good, the bad, and the ugly. The ugly being the incident with Charles. Even to this day, Angela still frozen whenever she saw decorations of skeletons for halloween or pictures. She'd picture the same creature as before, staring her down. Looking into her very soul. She'd been a wreck, at home and work.

She would lay her head down at night, only for the Rider to appear. the same chilling voice, 'Your hands are stained.' He said. She would try to push him away, but his demonic presence always returned. She'd wake up in cold sweat, tears streaming down her face. She knew what he mean't by her hands being stained. She made Reyes who he was, or Reaper as he was now called on the news. Tonight was one such occasion.

Angela sat bolt up, clutching the sheets as the tears fell. 'It's all my fault.' She cried burying her face in her pillow. She removed the covers and walked to her kitchen in her nightgown. Angela made a cup of tea to help calm her nerves. But the skeleton, the Ghost Rider appeared, haunting her every moment.

Lost in thought, a knock was heard on her door. A few minutes pass until she registered the knock and the familiar voice of Jennie.

"Hey Angi, are you still awake?" She asked softly. Jennie had moved in with her after Overwatch fell and their activities deemed illegal. The young 29 year old female knocked again before Angela called out for her to enter. The doorknob opened to show the petite brown haired girl in her pajamas with a worried look on her face.

"Angi, you need to sleep." She said walking over and placing her cup of tea on the counter. "I know liebe, but the nightmare still resurfaces. I haven't gotten a wink of sleep." The Swiss doctor replied rubbing her eyes. Jennie sighed and held Angela close.

"It's alright Angi, he's not going to hurt you. Not while Charles is still in there." She said comforting the trembling angel.

'I hope you're right.' Angela thought.

~Secluded Church 3rd POV~

A man of 31 stumbled into the church and collapsed onto the floor. The Pastor heard the loud thunk and walked to see the fallen man.

"Child, are you alright?" The Pastor asked helping him onto the bench. "N-no, please, you need to help me." The man pleaded. The Pastor tensed before widening his eyes.

"Oh no, you have made a pact with Him. The MorningStar." He said backing away from him. "Please Father, help me." The man begged before clutching his stomach in pain.

"I cannot help those who made a deal with The Devil. Leave this holy ground beast!" He snapped at him.

"Please, I can't hold him in for any longer!" The man begged. Before the Pastor could say anything, the man screamed in pain before his flesh melted away, showing his skull and bone hands. He burst into flames and looked at the Pastor.

"A spirit of Vengeance, but-" The Pastor started before the spirit grabbed him by his collar. "You, you are not a pure soul. You have done things, horrible things, that deserve punishment." The Rider growled.

"God, save me!" The Pastor said before the Rider laughed manically. "There is no God where you're going." The Rider said before the Pastor exploded into fire and dust. The Rider stared into the ceiling of the church and roared. A robot monk happened to pass by the church and saw the Rider standing over the ask pile of the now dead Pastor. The Rider looked over his shoulder and growled lightly.