The Dark Watchers
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  • Reads 111
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 5m
Ongoing, First published Jun 19, 2017
Mature
"Who will watch the Watchmen?"

She though Blackwatch was the answer to the world's problems. Overwatch? They were just a facade, just a name, just a face. 

Hazel Cross have served Blackwatch for more than 20 years. Being one of the most lethal operators to have lived, she though she was making the world a safer place to live in. 

But in this world of cloaks and daggers, not everything was as it seemed. As time went by, Hazel realized that everything she had believed in was all a great deception.
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Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.