Green and Brown {An OverWatch McGenji Fanfiction}

Green

My heart beat loud in my ears, almost as loud as my feet hitting the gravel as I ran. An arrow flying past my head and getting lodged in the wall. I didn't bother looking back, I could hear his footsteps close behind mine. Another pause, another arrow. He didn't miss this time, and hit me in the calf, crashing me to the ground. He had no reason to shoot again, I couldn't get away. I was doomed. Rolling onto my back, I watched as he slowly approached, the moonlight creating a shadow across his face. Lifting his bow and grabbing another arrow from his quiver, he nocked it, taking his time in aiming. The arrow hit my right shoulder and I fell, unable to prop myself up on my elbow. Tears slipped from my eyes, and I looked back up at him. He had set his bow to the ground, a katana in his hand now as he stood above me. “Brother, please…” My pleas were ineffective, and he raised the katana, bringing the blade down and slashing across my face. Blood welling in the cut immediately.

I held in the urge to scream, to cry out, to plead for mercy, to ask him why. It would have only made it worse. A single tear hit my cheek and I opened my eyes to see he was crying as he slashed again, this time across the chest. Biting my lip, I screamed silently, throwing my head back. The tears were streaming down my face, stinging against the cut and mixing with the blood. He leaned down, grabbed my shirt and dragged me to the terrace, throwing me against the fence. Hanging onto the fence as he spun the sword in his hand, the blade glowing blue with his power. And in one swing, the dragons spiraled towards me, the power pushing me against the fence and I fell against the wood, my head over the edge. Holding up my arm in defense as they scratched at me, covering me with cuts and bruises. Then they passed through me, pushing me back and over the edge. My reflexes saving me from falling as I grabbed the ledge. “Hanzo! Please!” I cried out, my hand starting to slip. I felt him walk over, watched as he grabbed an arrow, looked me dead in the eyes. “I'm sorry Genji.” He whispered, stabbing the arrow into my hand, holding it against the boards, but taking me over the edge. The faint power in me fading as I started to bleed out, my body hanging limply. Hanzo walked away, slamming the doors to the castle behind him and shaking the terrace. My strength was leaving me quickly. I couldn't think, my mind was going numb, along with my body. A face appeared before mine. A young woman, she looked like an angel, her hands gently pulling the arrow out and carrying me down into the trees below. My eyes slid shut, her presence somehow calming me.

I was cold, my mind barely registering the events that had occurred. If I had been able to sit upright, I would have flung upwards. But I couldn't move, my limbs hurt, my eyes hurt, everything hurt. Struggling to move my arm, all I managed was a twitch of my fingers. That's when I realized that someone was holding my hand. Their skin felt soft, and warm. Comforting, calming, and urgent. They must've been asleep, because they snapped awake and I felt them pull their hand away. “Are you awake?” It was a female, her voice almost sing-song, but still soft. It had the same effect, calming and soothing. “Don't try to talk, your body still needs to adjust to your new limbs and you need to recover mentally.” Something in the back of my mind said to listen, but I ignored it, throwing all my concentration into getting up. I managed to lean up and open my eyes, looking down at my body. She hadn't lied. My right arm and legs were prosthetic, and I couldn't quite get them to move. I felt a hand touch my chest, and looked up to see her gently motioning for me to lie back down. It was the angel. The woman who had saved me. But had she really saved me if I was now an abomination? Not human. Not an omnic. Some disgusting mix. A hatred grew in me and I pushed her away with surprising strength, my body swinging out of the hospital bed and towards the door. Putting my back to the door, I watched as she slowly stood, and then with an unwanted flick of my wrist, my hand shot out three shurikens. They all missed thankfully, but should they have hit? If I resented her so much, why couldn't I bring myself to hurt her? Was it the way she looked at me with the same fear I had looked at Hanzo with as he had stood over me with my death in his reach? Or was it the kindness in her gaze and movements that set me at ease? That relaxed me and told me it's okay. I lowered my arm, my glare softening as I came to realize she had saved me, but not the way I wanted. At least she had given me a chance. Suddenly I was flung forward as the door burst open and a large man stepped in, shutting it behind him. Grabbing the wall, and pulling myself up, I shifted my glare towards the man. He was tall, dark-skinned, and had a threatening aura that could have killed alone. He was dangerous, but posed no threat at the same time. He paid no attention to me other than a quick glance in my direction before he crossed his arms. “Is this the new agent Doc?” His voice was deep and rough, but somehow assuring? Looking over at her, I watched her nod and turned back to see the man's gaze on me. I almost shrunk back in fear, but instead straightened and glared back. “Follow me kid.” He opened the door and walked out, expecting me to follow without question. Which I did. But why?