Remembrance (Overwatch: Reaper x Reader)

Chapter 16: His Demons

     "Aye, Ameliè!" 

     "Mhm?"

Sombra pointed towards a darkened corner of Talon's meeting room, "What's up with him?" Reaper stood in the corner, arms folded with his leg crossed over the other. He was leaning against the wall, black smoke hovering just a few inches above the ground around him. 

     "I don't know," Widowmaker shrugged. "And frankly, I do not care."

     "Don't be like that," the hacker narrowed her eyes. "You're just mad you actually missed your shot two days ago."  

Ameliè shot her an ice-cold stare. "It was just a joke, amíga." Sombra rolled her eyes, "Fine. If you won't talk to him, I will."

Reaper's shoulders tensed as Sombra approached, and his heavy boot had begun to tap on the floor repeatedly.

     "Hey, Gabe!" She smiled, nawing her tongue between her teeth, "Whatcha doing?" 

     "Mhm," the phantom simply growled. He wanted to be alone, as usual, and he certainly didn't have time for the woman's usually cocky attitude.

     "Aww, c'mon you Grinch!" She tapped a fingernail against his mask, and only then did he finally look up. "I know you're infamous for being edgy and all, but c'mon amígo...you're making the entire base feel like a gloomy prison."

     "Mhm," again, the only response the older man gave was a low growl.

     "Why are you so sad?"

Reaper clenched his fists against his upper arms, curling his lip back in a snarl beneath the mask. His red eyes flared, and his breathing intensified.

     "You don't scare me," Sombra rolled her eyes.

He huffed, turning his head to scowl at the wall again. Sombra faceplamed, an aggravated sigh leaving her. 

     "Gabriel! Dìos míos, What's your problem?"

     "Nothing," Reaper hissed through gritted teeth. "Why don't you go make yourself useful and go hack a government, or something."

     "What don't you change your attitude?" She sneered.

     "Why I outta—!" The mercenary reached for a shotgun but didn't take it out from its holster.

     "You need a woman in your life," Sombra smirked. "Clearly you're not getting enough action."

     "I swear I will slaughter you where you stand," Reaper's voice was darkened and full of malice. 

     "Go on big guy, I dare you to try!"

He snarled before whisking away down a corridor and around a corner. He wraithed beneath a large steel door and into an even larger bedroom. Everything was black, and dark. The only light was a lamp on a table in the corner of the room. 

He shut the door behind him, shoulders trembling as he dragged his claws against the metal. He sighed, turning away and sitting on the bed. He removed his mask, setting it aside to look at himself in the mirror.

He stared for a solid minute, eyes unblinking. His scarlet eyes wandered over to a picture frame tucked away in the darker part of the room. He stood up, walking over to it and picking it up slowly.

Reaper stared quietly at himself in the photograph. Or at least, who he once was. He traced his thumb over the cracked glass, his talon scraping over a younger woman. (Y/N) was latched onto his shoulders, hanging on his back with one arm as she made a peace sign with the other. Strands of her (h/c) fell in her face as she stuck her tongue out and winked. A rather annoyed Reyes just stared at the camera without an expression. The only sign of emotion was the narrowed eyes and slight smirk on his face.

     He's doing it again.

     Look at him, so pathetic and worthless.

     Get a grip, you know they'd never want you back.

     They don't want a demon like yourself.

The voices had come back to plague his thoughts. He exhaled slowly, black smoke leaving his mouth as his body seemed to deteriorate even faster. Reaper slowly pulled off a glove with his teeth, and then the other. He let himself fall forward onto his dresser, holding himself up with shaking arms.

     They're right, I am worthless.

     A shell of the man I used to be.

     I have no soul, I have no heart.

     I am nothing.

He looked st his reflection in the mirror. His scars were bubbling as his cells decayed rapidly. He shuddered, feeling himself start to dissolve completely into mist.

     I'm going to kill them.

     He's going to pay for what he did to me..!!

     He took her from me, brainwashed her to hate me.

Reaper gave a roar of anguish before smashing his fist into the mirror. Glass shattered everywhere, and blood trickled down his knuckles. His scarlet eyes glowed in the darkened room, his breathing heavy and staggered. 

Each breath he took was broken up and gravelly, a nasally sound pulsating in his chest. A crack I the mirror cut right through his reflection, splitting it in half. He clutched his shoulders, trembling violently before stepping back. 

Something snapped in the broken man. Something somewhere within his consciousness caused the screws to come undone. A single tear slipped from his eye, trailing slowly down his cheek and onto his metal boot.

     "(Y/N), please..." Reaper pleaded intothe darkness, an ice cold feeling chilling his bones, "Please forgive me...I never meant to leave you."

As much as he told himself it would all be okay, he knew it wouldn't. She would never love him again. And she couldn't love Reaper. He was alone now, and that's all that mattered. The only company he had left, we're the solemn voices his inner demons.