The Crow's Call (An Overwatch Story)

Part 10: Night Owl

"AAGH"

I woke up in a cold sweat, alone this time.

I had almost never dreamed, but when I did, I always woke up angry, sad, destroyed.

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(Around age 13)

I stand immobilized as I watched my younger self trudge down the stairs.

I was depressed then, completely broken.

I had to keep my relationship with my first girlfriend secret, so when she cheated on my I had no one to talk to that would listen.

My parents never asked what was wrong. I tried to talk to my friends, but they too never listened.

I poured everything I had out to that girl, and she played me like a violin.

From that day forward I vowed to shut away, and never let out ever again.

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I stared at the scars all along my forearms.

Shameful in myself. I stared at the map I was given, hoping to God that there was a gym with a punching bag.

There it is.

I grabbed my blue and black water jug, filled it up and left for the gym.

I pulled back my long poofy hair and put it up.

My friends always said my hair looked like a ninja's when I put it up.

I checked the time. 2:07.. great..

I wrapped my hands and started hitting.

Exhaling when I hit, inhaling when I bobbed and weaved.

Smacking around a 200 pound bag was oddly easy to me.

Every hook left the bag bouncing on its chain.

I bounced back and started adding kicks

Remembering how I was ignored in my youth, for so many years, it felt like so long ago, but was somewhat recent.

I stepped back and took off my hand wraps. Bare knuckles, helps with pain tolerance.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *CRACK*

The bag screamed in its bag language

I ended it all with a powerful uppercut, launching the bag in the air and bringing all of its force back down to earth.

The chain creaked and the lights flickered.

I heard someone walk in.

I grabbed my jug of water and started chugging.

"Some midnight work, huh?"

I turned back, groaning and wiping my mouth.

Good ol Sigma stood in the door, dressed in a sweater and blue jeans.

Crow: "Living the dream, Siebren."

Sigma: "I bet. I remember when I was able to work the bag like that, but my age has caught up to me."

We both chuckled.

Crow: "Well I better get back to my room, I need a shower after that. What time is it anyways?"

He pulled out a pocket watch

Damn this man was great

Sigma: "It's uhh.. 3:16 at night."

Crow: "Fuck." I cursed out loud

I strolled to my room and stepped in. I took a shower and went back to bed.

I ran my fingers over my scars once more. I put my arm back down quickly, and hid it under the covers.

Time to bury that for awhile.

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Short chapter for tonight, just for a little backstory on our favorite "bounty hunter."

Anyways, I'll see you in the next chapter