Return of A Hero (An Overwatch Fanfiction) [Hiatus]

chapter 16: Escape

As soon as that happened, the alarm system came into action, as sirens and whirring was heard.

Pilot came into the room. "Widowmaker's escaping the facility with Talon!!" He said out.

Hearing that, we all got out of the conference room, and instead of going outside, like the others, I went straight to the jail cell.

When I got there, I saw the hole that was right at the bars of the jail cell.

"So whoever it is. . . It has-" I was cut off, when I suddenly coughed out blood.

"What. . .?" I looked behind me, and saw this person who looks like David Bowie.

She had her hand out, and I managed to roll out of the way of her hand.

There was a sound, and as soon as I stood up, I saw a small crater in place of my head.

"Shooting laser beams? What the heck?" I asked. The David Bowie lookalike looked at me before she jumped out via the nearby window.

I went and watched her fall, before she grabbed a rope that came from a flying helicopter.

I looked at the ones in the passenger seat, and saw the Machine Pistol woman, guns aimed to me.

I instantly took cover, as the bullets fly towards the window and its surroundings.

"Goddamn it goddamn it goddamn it goddamn it. . ." I kept muttering as if I was fast rapping.

When the sound of shooting had stopped, I peeked out, and watched as the helicopter was about to leave.

I stared at my gloves, before having my index and middle finger pointed towards the helicopter.

"Chemical energy, convert into electrical, kinetic and light energy, aka electricity," I said.

The thunderbolt appeared between my index and middle finger, going straight towards the helicopter.

I watched, and continued on with electrocuting the helicopter, until the helicopter had flew outside of the thunderbolt range.

"Damn it," I cursed, punching the wall. Because of the fact that the wall was barely holding on, the wall, now called debris, fell to the ground.

. . . . . . . .

"You didn't get them?" Ana asked me. "Yeah. I didn't. Do you guys know a person with a David Bowie face?" I asked, just in case if they knew.

"David Bowie face? You mean Moira O'Deorain?" Reindhart asked me.

"That's her name? Oh. . ." I nodded. "I volunteer to bring Widowmaker back," I continued.

They looked at me with worry. "Why? Is it because I just became a member? Don't have to," I continued, before walking out.