Remembrance (Overwatch: Reaper x Reader)

Chapter 6: Angel in The Dark

Key: (W/C) = Weapon Choice, whatever weapon you think you would have.

     "Would you like me to wake up Winston and Ms. Oxton?"

I shook my head at Athena's proposal. I grabbed my (W/C) from my beside table, tiptoeing towards the door. Tapping in the passcode, I watched the doors slide open to reveal the darkened corridor.

To the left was even scarier, as that hallway seemed abandoned entirely. "We really need to renovate this place..."

I shivered. It felt cold, and everything was so quiet. Too quiet. I could hear my own breathing, echoing murderously in my ears as I sauntered along aimlessly. I swallowed my fear at the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall.

Black wisps of smoke floated inches above the ground, forming a trail into the never ending abyss of shadows.

     "Who's there? Show yourself!"

     He left me to suffer. No, they left me to suffer. It hurts. Feels like I'm falling apart... He left me to become this thing. They left me to become this monster. He's still alive. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. It's his fault. He took her away from me... She took his side!

I froze, a dark and demonic tone ringing in my ears. It felt as if it were surrounding me, plaguing me with visions and memories of a painful past. A sudden wave of grief washed over me. I let my body fall to the side, slumping against the wall lifelessly. It felt haunting, almost suffocating.

     "Where...are you?" I rasped, "Who...are you?"

It happened all so fast. A streak of mist lunged towards me, materializing into a clawed hand. Before I could scream, it covered my mouth while another grabbed me by my throat. A wraith like creature formed in front of me, pinning me against the wall. I shuddered uncomfortably, eyes gazing into the black holes of it's sightless mask. 

I squinted my eyes, grimacing as it leaned forward. Its cold breath hit my neck, and their breathing was uneven and erratic. 

     "Who...h-how did you get in here?" My free hand reached up to grasp its wrist, "An-gah..." 

I choked as the grip around my neck tightened, "Answer...me!!" My eyes wandered down to the weapons belt around my attacker's waist. Two shotguns were held in separate holsters on either side. I gasped as it raised a claw above my head.

     "Wait!" I thrashed around violently, dropping my (W/C) in the process.

The creature froze at the sound of my voice, forcing me to stare it dead in the face. "I..." By the sound of his voice, I could tell it was a guy. "(Y-Y/N)..."

     "H-how do you know my name!" I kicked my legs out, only for him to lift me higher off the ground.

     "F-forgive..." He hesitated before letting out a demonic growl, "That doesn't matter, you hear me? Stay far, away from me."

     "Show your face, you coward!"

He scoffed, tightening his grip on my throat. I groaned as I felt the sharp tips of his talons poke my sensitive skin, though not enough to break the skin. "Do you not want to live?"

I shivered. My eyes were met with scarlet orbs that I could only assume weren't his eyes, peering out from behind the mask as he leaned forward.

     "How did you...even get in here?"

     "Trust me, dear (Y/N), I know every entrance this place holds."

I was going to shoot him with a sly remark, at least that is until I saw a scarlet stain on his cloak. "You're hurt," I murmured. 

     "I'm fine," his hissed, seemingly annoyed that I pointed out his weakness.

     "B-but," I gripped onto his wrist. "It'll get infected. I-I can help you."

     "Always so trusting," he mumbled.

I had to cover my mouth in an attempt to keep from shouting as he dropped me. I looked up slowly, biting my lip nervously as he towered over me. He raised the hem of his cloak, revealing to me a deep gash in his hip. A gunshot wound. I grimaced as I took note of it's detail. Blood crusted the edges of the wound, and it seemed to be bubbling. Black smoke shrouded the worst of it, pale gray patches here and there.

     "C-come with me," I half ordered, half whimpered as I stood up. Why did I have the sinking feeling that I'd regret this? 

I figured the medical ward was not the best choice, considering Mercy's room was right next to it. So, I gave in and dragged him over to my room. I struggled with the passcode, scurrying inside.

     "S-sit on the bed," I pointed to my bed and its disheveled sheets.

The phantom glared at me, or at least, I assumed he was. Couldn't really tell, you know, mask and all. "Sit down!" I tried my best to sound more demanding this time. 

     "Why I outta...!" He sighed, rubbing his neck irritably before relenting.

Thankfully, Angela had taught me minor techniques when it came to medicine. I shivered, running my fingers across the injury. He looked like an actual corpse.

     "I'm going to need you to remove the mask."

     "No."

     "Doctor's orders!"

     "No."

     "Pretty please?"

     "...No."

I stomped my foot in agitation. I was at a completely and utter loss. "Fine, what if I closed my eyes?"

     "No."

     "Come on!" I was completely over this, "I need to at least take your vitals so I know what to do!"

To my amazement, he sat down. I panicked for  moment before closing my eyes as he reached up removed the only thing that separated his face from mine. Hesitantly, I reached up to touch his skin. It was cold and heavily scarred. A feeling of uneasiness spread over me as I pressed two fingers against his neck. 

There was a pulse, but it was very faint. In fact, it was barely there at all. Taking my hand away, I blindly reached for a first aid kit that lay in a draw on my beside table. I pulled out a thermometer, shoving it between his chapped lips and waited. I tapped the seconds on my hip. 

     "Done," I pulled the clear vile from his mouth, signaling he could go back to his precious mask.

Opening my eyes, I stared at the numbers that showed up on the medical instrument. 64.8 degrees. "Oh my God," I lifted my gaze to stare st him just as he clicked the mask back on husband face. 

     "It's normal," he said flatly. "Are you done now?"

I didn't even bother to respond. I carefully dabbed at his wound with a wet cloth, causing him to wince and almost roar in pain. 

     "Stop moving."

     "Ugh! It hurts! Do you even know what you're doing!"

     "Stop being such a baby."

He lashed out, gripping my shoulder tightly as s low growl rumbled in his throat. "Ngh," I grimaced as his claws cut through my shirt and into delicate tissue. "Let go of me."

     "Then get your hands off of me."

     "Fine!" I threw the bloodied cloth down and yanked my shoulder away. I squealed as his claws tore away at my skin, creating a gash form the force. "I-If you don't want my help, then...g-get out!"

With a growl and something that sounded like a 'f-k you', he evaporated into mist before whisking away through the window.

I groaned, pulling my hand away to examine the cuts in the mirror. "Great, just great." I sighed, "Angela's gonna kill me."