I'm the Man [Soldier 76 x Reader]

Repressed Memories

Your body thrashed and jerked, your limbs held by people as you were suspended in the air. The room was dimly lit with candles, and drunken laughter filled the room as your tiny body squirmed to become free. The stench of blood was prominent, and your sides ached with the searing pain of torn flesh. Splatters of blood flew down on the ground, as if someone was flicking it away with such a harsh force.

People laughed at your pain, the two inflicting it cheered on your screams of horror as your skin became even more marked and destroyed. Stitches along your collar bones became stressed, and ones seemed along your lower back bunched together and shrunk the patchwork in a jolt of searing hot pain. Your head tossed back, a scream tearing your vocals as fire staunched each elongated cut. The red skin formed and bubbled, clotting the blood in an angry charcoal red fashion. It was amusement to your onlookers, one that had you finally thrashing your arms and hands once you were free. You gave a cry, hand swinging back and-

Your nub was caught by a harsh grip. Your face contorted in discomfort, and you were awakened from your hellish slumber. Fresh tear tracks were streaking down and over your temples, and your body flushed hotly as you felt the throbbing nerves along the scars of your sides.

You blinked at those who had been in the room. Mercy was before you, and Genji was on the other side of her while your mentor still clutched your nub. Sweat trickled down the curve of your spine, and it was only then you became accustomed to the pristine white bathing room. You had been lowered in a warm bath, all clothing except undergarments had been stripped.

Mercy's blue eyes were wide with wonder, staring across your skin as she was unable to meet your gaze. In the slits of where there was no bone amongst your rib cage were long curved slits that were raised and lighter in skin tone. It was as if they were like fish gills and looked like your body had grown to accommodate the scars that had once been too big. Smaller knicks and cuts laced at your collar bone and down the center of your chest before an angry gnarl of swirls center over your belly button. More danced like entwining dragons down the inside of your thighs, and decorated like someone had been trying to carve you. Knicks of wooden like patterns covered the tops of your thighs, and long angry claw marks covered your shins and wrapped around to your calves.

The intricate markings and some permanent bruises had the trio curious of what had happened to you in your lifetime.

To you however- you felt completely naked. Your biceps did their best to cover up what they could even if it did nothing. Your body twisted, on your side and head turning away from their gaze. Despite this, your mentor had continued to look and he saw the way the intricate patterns covered your back. Large scars started at the top of your body. It started as a curve around the base of your neck, curling around that bone at the point there and then hooked down along your spine. Two accent marks followed the small of your back that angled to the midpoint of your glutes, and others waved along the side of your spine.

"Don't look at me," you whispered shamefully, your eyes brimming with tears and the tub becoming blurry as you attempted to sink below the water.

Slowly, Mercy had taken you and coaxed you up so she could wash your hair. She didn't say anything for what seemed like forever until she decided to start off on a topic that didn't have you explain your wounds.

"What would you like for breakfast _____?" She asked, her Swiss accent calming your rattled nerves as the soothing massage pressed against your scalp. It was rhythmic, lulling your lazy eyelids to droop in the artificially lit room.

"Strawberries and pancakes... with chocolate chips," your soft voice spoke out. Your ears pricked, memory finally settling in as to where and when you were. A day or two ago you had your meditation session with Zenyatta and Genji. Surprisingly, Zenyatta had taken an over bearing liking to you once he had officially met you. Being kept away from the others as he was an Ominic did press some filtered news and sayings to him.