Lloyd Garmadon followed his own footsteps tracking the one that got away. The secret leader of a terrorist organization, a jaded princess. She wouldn't slip off this time.
Lloyd leaned against a wall, exhausted, as white hair left his sight but lingered in his mind. He felt something different about the wall...paint.
Lloyd turned swiftly, glancing up at the source of the acrylic texture. The circle, topped with bright orange, what looked like two hands in the center.
Overwatch?
"That agency closed down forever ago," Lloyd muttered. "This couldn't mean they're still operating...could it?"
He turned around again. He caught a glimpse of a girl- a different girl. Much darker hair, a warm, nutty brown with spikes that would remind him of a crimson-clad friend and brother. Her eyes were large, with a brilliant hazel color and long eyelashes. She looked panicked, her soft, pale lips parted slightly as if surprised.
His eyes were immediately drawn to something else. She was wearing a strange harness, made of metal, covering the middle of her chest. What was strange about it was its glowing center, a soft light blue contrasting with the sleek silver.
Technology invented by Overwatch. But she was so young...
The young girl suddenly teleported away, going so fast she left nothing but a streak of blue behind. Lloyd followed her footsteps and found her backed up against a corner in an alleyway.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," he called. "Come here."
Her expression softened a bit. She carefully approached him. Lloyd looked curiously as she got closer.
"Where did you get that?" he asked softly. "I thought I'd only find tech like that in museums."
"Oh, it's... complicated..." she replied nervously.
"Were you a member of Overwatch?" Lloyd asked further.
"Yes," she blurted out, before covering her mouth.
"It's fine," Lloyd said quickly. "I'm not going to give you away. Now...what do they call you?"
"Lena Oxton," she replied. "Call sign Tracer."
"Tracer," Lloyd muttered. "Sounds so familiar, yet I can't place it..."
She was on posters with the rest of Overwatch. A cadet, a cavalry...only sixteen. It makes me wonder so many things...
He shook his head. "Listen, Len- er...Tracer...did you do that, on that wall?"
Tracer looked back at the symbol on the wall. "That?"
"Yeah," Lloyd replied.
"Well, yes," Tracer admitted. "Why...?"
"Because I though Overwatch disbanded," he replied. "I didn't know..."
Tracer awkwardly fixed the hem of her light blue sweatshirt. "We just met. I-I don't want to give myself away..."
"Did the band get back together?"
"Well, not exactly," she admitted. "We're in contact with each other, sometimes we operate together, but it's not the same."
"That's unfortunate, but it's nice to know there's someone else fighting for what's right," Lloyd admitted.
Tracer smiled a bit. "Yeah. I guess you're right."
Lloyd smiled slightly, chuckling a bit.
Tracer looked away for a moment, all of a sudden, as if she had noticed something off.
"What's up?" Lloyd asked.
"I thought I heard something," she muttered.
Lloyd looked in her direction. He saw a sliver of blue on a nearby rooftop.
"Go," Tracer said. "I can handle this." She pulled out pistols from the holsters on her arms.
Lloyd stared for a bit longer, before running off.
Tracer jumped up, blinked upward, and grabbed onto the edge of the roof. Pulling herself up, she blinked behind the sniper, about to distract with a witty quip, but she coughed.
The sniper turned around, pointing her rifle at Tracer's face. She had a beautiful face, but it showed no emotion, cold as ice. Her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail, and her skin was blue, indicating a slow heart. She sighed. "Tiens, tiens. Look who decided to show up." A cold smile slipped onto her pale lips.
Tracer didn't do anything. She was too indecisive. She could have just shot her, then and there. But she didn't. She couldn't. She knew there was something more behind that unforgiving glance.
"Aren't you going to shoot?" the woman asked mockingly, her French accent honey to her soft voice. "What, are you afraid?" She laughed mirthlessly.
Tracer gazed for a bit longer, then sighed. "Amélie."
Tracer lowered her guns, and the French sniper raised her eyebrows, lowering her own rifle.
"How did you know?"
"Back in Overwatch, your husband told me about you," she explained. "Once he mysteriously disappeared and we found you, I knew nothing would be the same."
"My husband..." Amélie glanced down, as if contemplating something.
"You alright, love?"
"Yes, I am fine...now go on," she said.
"Really?"
"Just go," Amélie replied. "I'm going home."
Tracer watched her rival walk away. She then left the rooftop herself.
Lena got home, slipping off her sweatshirt. Her roommate, Emily, looked up. "You look tired. Are you alright?" She seemed to be pouring herself a cup of tea. "Rush into something again?"
"No, I'm fine," Lena replied. "I'll be my room if you need me."
Emily held two cups of tea as she reached for her companion, but looked down and walked back to the couch.
Lena put her chronal accelerator down and propped up her pillow, then lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
What have I done? Did I just bring an emotion out of Widowmaker? Did she actually not try to fight...? This is so confusing. And I never got that boy's name...
The door opened. A hand placed a cup of warm tea on Lena's desk, and she was grateful.
Lena sipped the scalding liquid, but burnt her tongue. She blew on it and set it down. There was a small beeping noise and she picked up her phone. Her good friend, Mei Ling Zhou, had sent her a text.
Mei: Winston and I are going to lunch tomorrow at 12:30. The more the merrier!
Lena smiled a bit. I guess I don't have to worry so much about it.
-last edited on Nov 8, 2018 22:01:45 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2018 23:48:01 GMT
A pawn shop, Texas.
Ronin watched as the door opened. He caught a glimpse of his new customer; mousy brown hair, uneven stubble on his face, a squint and a smirk. The man tipped his hat in greeting.
"Hey, partner." A smooth, Southern drawl decorated the man's words.
Ronin looked up. "Who is this? Don't think I've seen you around town before."
"Don't think I've seen you either," the cowboy replied. "Name's McCree. Jesse McCree."
"They call me Ronin," Ronin said.
"I like the sound of that," McCree chuckled.
"Now, what'd you come here for?" Ronin asked.
"Oh yeah," McCree replied. "I was told you sell some decent knives."
"And who told you that, may I ask?" Ronin replied.
"A friend," he replied, shrugging. "Just a regular one will do, preferrably in good condition."
Ronin studied the cowboy in doubt. "You don't have one already?"
"No," McCree replied. "Ol' Peacekeeper's done all the work for me." He patted the silver revolver in his pocket.
"Right, I'll see what I can find." Ronin checked his stock, and he found one, sharp-edged, with a good grip. He smiled a bit and turned his attention back to his customer. "Is this the kind of knife you were looking for?"
"That's perfect," McCree replied, taking it. "Thank you. Now how much?"
"Hmm...I'll give it to you for a hundred, but that's only because I like you," Ronin replied, crossing his arms.
McCree chuckled. "Sold." He slapped a wad of cash onto the counter, and Ronin chuckled as well.
"Have a nice day," Ronin said with a slight smile.
"You too, partner." McCree tipped his hat once again as he left.
McCree began to walk home, twirling the knife in his hand and casually whistling a tune. He thought about the pawn shop owner, and how friendly he'd been to him, though they'd just met. He felt they had something in common, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Meanwhile, a young girl watched in interest, aiming a knife ready.
Back in London, Tracer headed out the door after saying a cheerful good-bye to Emily. She walked down the street again, before realizing it was the same street where she'd met the boy. The Overwatch symbol was there, and she looked up and felt a chill as she remembered her interaction with Widowmaker. Tracer shivered in the sudden cold, but kept walking.
"Tracer?"
Tracer jolted and looked back. The blonde boy from earlier had snuck up on her. He chuckled, but cleared his throat.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked curiously.
"A friend invited me to lunch," Tracer replied. "By the way, I never got your name, luv. What was it?"
"Lloyd," he replied. "Lloyd Garmadon."
"A pleasure to meet you," Tracer replied with a playful bow.
"Haha, you too," Lloyd replied. "Funnily enough, I was heading the same way. What restaurant?"
"Actually, I haven't got an idea," Tracer admitted with a small laugh. "She just sent me directions...I guess she's trying to surprise me."
"Looks like the directions to Bell Fish and Chips," Lloyd replied.
"Haha...How'd ya know?"
"I've been there a few times," he replied with a shrug. "You like that place?"
"Yes," Tracer replied excitedly. "It's one of my favorites! I guess she knew that."
"Yeah," Lloyd replied. "Guess she did. Now, you're holding both of us up."
"Am I?" Tracer giggled and grabbed his hand. Before he could open his mouth to ask, she blinked straight to the restaurant, leaving Lloyd shaken and confused.
Tracer opened the door. She found that a group of teens, presumably Lloyd's friends, was actually dining with her friends. The more the merrier, of course, but she was still a bit confused.
"Oh yeah," Lloyd said, gliding over to join his buddies. "These are the friends I was talking about. First off, Kai, Cole, Jay, Zane, Nya....this is Lena, or Tracer. We met on the streets yesterday, and we happened to have a lunch planned at the same place and time."
"Pleasure to meet ya," Tracer said with a giggle.
"Woah, are you like, actually British?" the short, curly-haired one cut in, before laughing. "Just messing with ya, you're fine. I'm Jay Walker. Please just call me Jay."
Harumi sighed as she focused her knife. With a single exhale, she released it, straight at the cowboy who had crossed her that day in London. She closed her eyes and heard a yelp of pain, something satisfying, like revenge. She opened them. McCree was moaning in discomfort, holding his side as he stumbled, Ronin running towards him. Harumi chuckled and disappeared out of sight.
Later she was in London again. She contacted Gabriel Reyes, leader of terrorist group Talon, with a plan.
"Is this Reyes?" she asked.
"Call me...Reaper." A deep, harsh voice sounded over the comm device.
"Right, I was wondering if you could help me track down an old... acquaintance of mine," she said with a chuckle. "It's a revenge story."
"Who is this?" Reaper rasped.
"The Quiet One."
"Leader of the Sons," he muttered, before raising his voice again. "Sounds like a plan."
"I knew I could count on Talon," she said.
Back at the chip shop, Lloyd turned to Lena. They were the only ones left of the party in the place, as everyone else had left to return to their lives.
"Listen, Tracer." Lloyd looked somewhat stressed. "I feel like something's wrong, like something's off, like someone's out there who... doesn't much like us. We need to get both of our bands together. You contact your party, I'll contact mine."
"You got it, love," Lena replied. Turning on an intercom device, she spoke into it. "Is everyone here? Ahem. Listen, we've got enemies on us. Don't worry, we've got company." She smiled at Lloyd for a bit, then continued. "Yes, I am worried, especially for the safety of the citizens...and Emily. Well..Just...get everyone you can, alright?"
"Who's Emily?" Lloyd asked.
"My roommate," Lena answered. "She sort of keeps the house while I'm gone."
"Oh, well...contact her too. We want her safe."
"Right," Lena answered.
Lloyd turned on his own device. "Guys, I know you just got back to base, but the Sons are looking for us. Get here as soon as you can. Over."
He looked at Lena. "Are you ready?"
"Not really," she admitted. "Ah, I shouldn't have come in casual wear..."
Cool story so far, Z&E! Clever way of mingling the two fandoms together. I'm interested to see where this goes! Thank you! I will post more, I promise! Keep a lookout!
Harumi watched as the former Overwatch agents, the very people she hated most, gathered to plan their defense. They weren't gonna get away this time. Harumi just had to wait.
Her mind drifted off, however, as she gazed at a building nearby, thinking about what had happened to it...
"Overwatch," Harumi muttered. She turned to her loving mother, jade eyes sparkling in the light of her wonder. "Ya think I'll be one of them someday?"
The woman smiled, kindly but with a hint of melancholy. "Maybe someday, my lily. For now, you're an explorer, roaming the streets of England like no tomorrow." She laughed a bit, lightly, affectionately touching her daughter's nose.
A voice interrupted their peace, the ground shook, and Harumi, in a panic, looked out the window. As the light of the sun was obscured, a giant Omnic roared. The glass of their small apartment shattered.
And as her family was ripped from her arms, Overwatch did nothing.
Harumi bit her lip, sheathing her knife. She turned around.
"Reaper," she said calmly. "Aim for the device on the young one's chest. Don't finish them just yet."
"Why?' Reaper wondered.
"II wan them to feel what I feel," Harumi replied. "The pain and emptiness that drives me to be who I am...I want to use it to my- our- advantage. Just shoot her there, then we'll talk."
"Something's not right," Tracer said. "I can almost feel them behind me."
"Then do something." Soldier 76, one of the founding members of the organization, stood up and cocked his gun.
Tracer nodded and flicked her pistols out of their holsters. She was nervous- very- but if she had to defend herself for the sake of good, she would do it.
Mei daintily turned a knob on her gun, filling it with liquid that would freeze on contact. "I'm ready," she said, looking up. "Ice wall, coming up. Over here!" As soon as her allies followed, she quickly put up a wall of solid ice in an alleyway, buying them time to escape.
They found their way in the city and seeked refuge underground, which was cold and smelly but would bring them shelter. As a sensitive Tracer shivered in a corner, Mei sat next to her and enveloped her in a warm cuddle.
"Are you sure we're safe?" Tracer asked softly. "I- I mean...that wall probably melted down and they might be on the hunt for us and-"
"Calm down," Mei said. "I will make sure we're prepared for this."
"I guess I'm partly worried about Emily...who knows what they could be doing to her, I mean..."
Soldier spoke up. "You two stay here. Winston and I will hold them off."
"Aye aye, captain," the gorilla replied as he and Soldier left the area.
Soldier cocked his gun and looked around. "Seems they've gotten away."
"No, look!" Winston pointed a long finger at a sheet of white hair peeking out from a battered old hotel.
"Right. Winston, cover me."
Winston put down a device that created a temporary shield, and Soldier shot from it. The gang leader turned around, a smug look on her face. She punched the shield and it shattered, almost as if she had hacked it with a single touch. Soldier noticed the cybernetic wiring in her hand just before he was grabbed, a knife at his throat.. "You thought you'd win, didn't you?" She chuckled. "Now...tell me where the girl is or I will make sure her sweet little Emily doesn't see the light of day."
"Where did you put her?" Soldier growled. His ears were opened to strained yelping, almost a if it was coming from the container she held.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She chuckled, then cleared her throat. "Look, you probably have some hunky-dory life. You're a celebrity. You're so famous, so charismatic, you don't even care about the public."
"What?" Soldier's eyebrows raised under his mask.
"No, that's not true!" Winston added. "I mean- we-"
"The Omnic battle at Pierre-de-Lis. My only family, gone, and you didn't care. You thought you'd won, but you're no heroes. You're a fraud, and there's no sugar-coating that!" Rumi ended her sentence by angrily pressing her finger into Soldier's forehead. She withdrew, pulling herself together. "I want you and your little friends to feel exactly how I felt in that crumbling apartment."
Inside the freezing container, Emily listened, her pleas for help silenced by her interest. I hope Lena comes back...I really hope...oh, it's cold...
Soldier sighed. "We didn't have time," he admitted. "There were so many, and so little of us at that time. Don't expect life to be pefect. Prepare for the worst. That's what I learned."
Harumi stopped. She blinked. Reaper groaned. "Aren't you going to do something?" he asked.
"Not now, Reyes," Rumi muttered.
"Come here. I bet no one has done this in a long while." The soldier opened his arms and Harumi tilted her head. "Just trust me."
She approached him, somewhat gingerly, and the man wrapped his arms around the girl's petite body. A hug.
Harumi hesitated. She then closed her eyes as tears flowed from them, running down her cheeks and spilling mascara across her face.
Soldier let go, and Rumi wiped her eyes. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I- I don't know what this is."
"If it makes you feel better, I'm glad."
"I don't have a home to go back to," she admitted. "The Sons were the only home I knew."
"Then I'll help you find a home," Soldier replied. "I'll take you to a friend of mine, I'm sure she can help."
"Thank you," Harumi whispered.
"Guys, before I start crying... you're about to leave Emily behind," Winston called, but they were already off. The gorilla sighed and tapped the container. It opened, and an unconscious Emily in the rounded opening. She looked numb, but at peace. Her lips were pale, almost a blue shade, and Winston realized that the prison they had been keeping her in was extremely cold. He had to get her to warmth.
Winston lifted the human girl to his chest and began to search for a heat source. If all else failed, he could attempt to make a fire with the lightning in his Tesla cannon, but that sounded dangerous.
There had to be a place with heat somewhere. Emily's heart was slowing, and he knew Tracer would be shattered if she lost her. Before he could decide, a familiar blinking motion decorated his line of sight, followed by Mei struggling to catch up.
Breathing heavily as if exhausted, Tracer looked at Winston. "Where'd the others go? I thought they'd be- oh, Emily!" Tracer looked with guilt upon her roommate's face. "I'm sorry I wasn't here..."
"No, it's fine," Winstin replied. "Soldier took care of it."
Soldier sighed. "We didn't have time," he admitted. "There were so many, and so little of us at that time. Don't expect life to be pefect. Prepare for the worst. That's what I learned."
Harumi stopped. She blinked. Reaper groaned. "Aren't you going to do something?" he asked.
"Not now, Reyes," Rumi muttered.
"Come here. I bet no one has done this in a long while." The soldier opened his arms and Harumi tilted her head. "Just trust me."
She approached him, somewhat gingerly, and the man wrapped his arms around the girl's petite body. A hug.
Harumi hesitated. She then closed her eyes as tears flowed from them, running down her cheeks and spilling mascara across her face.
Soldier let go, and Rumi wiped her eyes. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I- I don't know what this is."
"If it makes you feel better, I'm glad."
"I don't have a home to go back to," she admitted. "The Sons were the only home I knew."
"Then I'll help you find a home," Soldier replied. "I'll take you to a friend of mine, I'm sure she can help."
"Thank you," Harumi whispered.
"Guys, before I start crying... you're about to leave Emily behind," Winston called, but they were already off. The gorilla sighed and tapped the container. It opened, and an unconscious Emily in the rounded opening. She looked numb, but at peace. Her lips were pale, almost a blue shade, and Winston realized that the prison they had been keeping her in was extremely cold. He had to get her to warmth.
Winston lifted the human girl to his chest and began to search for a heat source. If all else failed, he could attempt to make a fire with the lightning in his Tesla cannon, but that sounded dangerous.
There had to be a place with heat somewhere. Emily's heart was slowing, and he knew Tracer would be shattered if she lost her. Before he could decide, a familiar blinking motion decorated his line of sight, followed by Mei struggling to catch up.
Breathing heavily as if exhausted, Tracer looked at Winston. "Where'd the others go? I thought they'd be- oh, Emily!" Tracer looked with guilt upon her roommate's face. "I'm sorry I wasn't here..."
"No, it's fine," Winstin replied. "Soldier took care of it."
Soldier sighed. "We didn't have time," he admitted. "There were so many, and so little of us at that time. Don't expect life to be pefect. Prepare for the worst. That's what I learned."
Harumi stopped. She blinked. Reaper groaned. "Aren't you going to do something?" he asked.
"Not now, Reyes," Rumi muttered.
"Come here. I bet no one has done this in a long while." The soldier opened his arms and Harumi tilted her head. "Just trust me."
She approached him, somewhat gingerly, and the man wrapped his arms around the girl's petite body. A hug.
Harumi hesitated. She then closed her eyes as tears flowed from them, running down her cheeks and spilling mascara across her face.
Soldier let go, and Rumi wiped her eyes. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I- I don't know what this is."
"If it makes you feel better, I'm glad."
"I don't have a home to go back to," she admitted. "The Sons were the only home I knew."
"Then I'll help you find a home," Soldier replied. "I'll take you to a friend of mine, I'm sure she can help."
"Thank you," Harumi whispered.
"Guys, before I start crying... you're about to leave Emily behind," Winston called, but they were already off. The gorilla sighed and tapped the container. It opened, and an unconscious Emily in the rounded opening. She looked numb, but at peace. Her lips were pale, almost a blue shade, and Winston realized that the prison they had been keeping her in was extremely cold. He had to get her to warmth.
Winston lifted the human girl to his chest and began to search for a heat source. If all else failed, he could attempt to make a fire with the lightning in his Tesla cannon, but that sounded dangerous.
There had to be a place with heat somewhere. Emily's heart was slowing, and he knew Tracer would be shattered if she lost her. Before he could decide, a familiar blinking motion decorated his line of sight, followed by Mei struggling to catch up.
Breathing heavily as if exhausted, Tracer looked at Winston. "Where'd the others go? I thought they'd be- oh, Emily!" Tracer looked with guilt upon her roommate's face. "I'm sorry I wasn't here..."
"No, it's fine," Winstin replied. "Soldier took care of it."
"We have to get Emily back."
Where's Kai with his fire when you need him?
The Ninja were on vacation when Lloyd called them. I know they just left the chip shop but they're in Hawaii now.
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