Chaos ensued within the Overwatch headquarters.
Jack Morrison, now known as Soldier 76, hollered orders of all different kinds.
"Send search drones! Ana give me analysis on the area. Get me visuals on the are NOW!"
It was not a pretty sight to say the least.
"Jack!" Winston called for the Former Strike commander.
"Winston! what do you have to tell me?!" He shook the Gorilla as he questioned him, spilling papers and sending a peanut butter jar rolling away.
The ape recollected himself," I- um, believe you would want to see this."
He clicked on a small tablet as it presented drone footage of the surrounding area.
Through the haze of the darkness, the two saw something peculiar.
Red neon lights.
The Ape shuddered as he saw this, but the Commander only grimaced.
"Winston, tell The strike team to delay flight, I think we already have back up.."
-------------------------------------------------------
The moon glared at the small Talon fortress. But not for its glory or hideousness, but to the lone warrior scaling its heights.
The Oni walked alone on the dark night, as if he was on a midnight stroll through a bygone era.
But his intentions were far different.
His Blade shone not from its impressive metal and fibers, but of fresh blood, like fangs from some blood thirsty creature.
He didn't glance as he shoved his way,almost comedically, through a couple of Talon guards.
He didn't flinch when they commanded he get down on the floor.
He didn't hesitate giving them an assortment of shurikens down they're spines.
The Demon continued his silent march, his blade trailing blood and his pace quickening.
It took him some time, but he found his destination, the Detention Department. He didn't feel any remorse when he butchered a fairly well dressed man complaining of how he had to possibly enforce more guards to get the Doctor to talk.
He scanned the area, listening with unseen ears, and looking with the crazed eyes on his mask. He pushed himself against one door, then gave a small knock.
*Knock*
He heard a small murmur, almost drunken like, but he listened closely. He decided to take his chances.
"Dr. Ziegler?"
His husky robotic voice clanged against the walls, he listened.
"Genji?"
Jackpot
With inhuman strength, he pried the door open, its locks and bolts standing no chance against his enhancements.
His glow illuminated the room and there he saw in front of him, his broken angel.
The Angel was in worse wears that day. Her wings were heavily damaged, one exposing its wiring and mechanics.
Her frail body was covering in bruises, small burn marks along her suit. The marks of hands and baton still echoed in the cell.
But, her face still held a beautiful sight, no imperfections nor wounds had harm this angel's face.
Almost instinctively she ran to her savior.
Her deliver.
Her Lover.
She wasn't ashamed at all when her tears washed down with no end.
And the Oni wasn't ashamed for running his hand through her hair and whispering encouragement to his Angel.
The way back home wasn't easy. Angela's legs gave out from the shear time of bondage. Genji had to hold her in a bridal manner, his body keeping her safe from anyone who dared to take his Angel. He left her in the dark from time to time to scan the perimeter, returning with a bloodied katana and eager arms to carry her.
But they knew it wouldn't be that easy.
As the two found the exit, an All to familiar voice rang behind.
"Pendejo, do you really think it would be that easy?"
The Oni stopped and turned towards his opponent, leaving his companion near the exit door, if incase he failed his duty.
He readied a stance, covering his Angel with his body, bent in not letting a single injury inflict her.
The two foes lunged at each other.
A sub machine gun's shots rang against living metal.
A bloodied katana swiped against air and bits of flesh.
The battle surely lasted for some time, it was a wonder no one had found the two at their quarrel.
But with every fight, there must be a winner.
The Oni coughed at the ground as his machinery failed him, his human heart growing weary. His foe also panted,but she was bent on ending this. She gave an ugly round house to his face, knocking the mask and a toothy off his face. She glared at her foe, but as she reached for her weapon, a hand caught her.
The Angel would not lose her Demon.
It was a short wrestle, Angela not prepared or for to fight against someone like Sombra.
But she did not intend to fight.
Her foe, already pissed like a bull, held the Angel in a choke hold, pushing her against the wall near the exit. As she prepared to finish Angela, the ugly sound of Metal hitting bone cried and wailed across the room.
And again
And again
And...again
And..again...
A..nd..agai..n..
The Oni's wrath did not stop, his opponent weakly begging for mercy. None would have been given, until the Angel put a loving and pleading hand on the Demon's shoulder. The two made eyes, secretly talking in some other dimension. Finally the Oni retreated his assault, and sheathed his sword. He carried his lover again, the two escaping into the night. Meanwhile a hacker had to return and lick her assortment of blade wounds.
