The Reaper's Daughter- An Overwatch AU

Chapter Fifteen

Annora's POV

Magic waves spun around my hands as I waved them around in a specific pattern. I knew I wasn't supposed to do this. The shock collar around my neck told me as much. They put it there as an additive measure just in case I try something. Not that I would do anything that could get me in worse trouble.

Tracer always showed me some old superhero movies from long ago. They had a group of people called the Avengers. One of them was named Scarlet Witch. When I first gained my powers, she said I reminded her of the famed villain turned Avenger. Now, I know how she felt locked up at the end of Civil War.

I felt the shock in my neck. I screamed and my hands shut. My fingernails dug into the skin in my hands and I could feel blood. The shock stopped and I looked at my hands. Little crescent moon shaped blood spots were visible in my palms.

"I trust you won't do that again, kid."

"Piss off, ass!" Another shock came and I screamed again. It finally stopped and I started crying. This hurt as much, if not more, than the experiments Talon did on me. And I had a feeling they were going to get a lot worse. I can read minds. I can see into the minds of the evil people in this vile place. They intend to hurt me until I die. And this is all his fault. Because he can't understand that whatever killed his daughter wasn't me.

"Try again, and I'll raise the shock level." The intercom turned off and I was left alone again. The blood was starting to dry on my palms. I took one of my hands and rubbed some of my spit on my wounds to get rid of the blood. More blood slowly leaked out of the little crescent shapes, but they slowly healed again. I wiped off the blood and my hands were back to normal.

The window in my door opened at five. The time they said it always would everyday. They slide a tray with crap food on it. Food that likely had pills in it. I never ate the food in the week that I've been here. I can see that I'm losing weight. I've always had the worst metabolism in the entire world and it takes a lot for me to gain weight. But when I don't eat, I lose weight really fast.

I shoved the tray back through the window and shut it. No one wants to talk to me in this prison. They were all scared of me. Of what I could do. Or maybe, I was scared of them. Of what they could do to me. I've heard stories about what prisoners do to young women.

That night, I laid down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. It got lonely in prison. I missed my dad. I missed my family. I really missed Kinsley. I haven't seen her in so many years. I wanted to see what she did with her life. I'm sure she did something better than what I did with mine.

3rd Person POV

An older woman was walking down the halls of the UN headquarters. Everyone knew she was there, she had been a part of the UN for years. One of the British ambassadors that has been there for over thirty years. She smiled at one of the other ambassadors. But she was on a mission.

She didn't normally do this. This was wrong. But she did owe a close friend a favor. From her pocket, she pulled out a speaker with a cloaking device. If Sombra pulled through, the cameras on the floor would be off for the next twenty seconds. She set it on the door to Mr. Edward's office and walked away. When she got back to her office, she pulled out her phone and called her close friend.

"Hey, Lena. Yep, it's done. Thank Sombra for me, OK? She really pulled through."

"Talk to you next week, Calla?"

"Of course, dear. Call you soon." The two hung up and Calla put her phone back in her pocket. This hopefully wouldn't get her into a lot of trouble. She liked her job, and was putting it on the line for a friend she considered family. She hoped this would all be worth it.