Fanfiction Unfinished Business

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Yun Lee

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In just a matter of days, Gabriel Reyes found himself in a Hell of his own making. Really, as much as he wanted to blame others for what had led him here, there was really only one guilty party: himself. He should have killed Moira while she was under. It would’ve been so easy, just cut off her life support, inject her with an overdose of medication...quick and painless, just like an old friend deserved. She wanted to talk about him being too proud? Hmph. No, he was too damn sentimental. There was a small part of him, the part that was still human, that just couldn’t let her die. Of course, after she disarmed him and left him in the Helix facility, he couldn’t care less what befell his former ally.

Allies...speaking of, he should have killed Maximilien while he had the chance. Why had he underestimated that bag of bolts, anyway? A robotic accountant who smooth talked everyone seemed an afterthought...but Max was an inner council member for a reason. He should have known the Omnic’s apparent obedience was all an act.

And then there was him. Doomfist. Oh, how he wanted to kill him with every fiber of his being. He had hoped he could keep him in jail, locked away to rot while he took over Talon. But it was no use. Moira brought him back, and already everything was falling apart. Vialli was dead, a victim of his own stupidity. Served him right for trying to pull a hit in the middle of a public place. But that meant Reyes was outnumbered four to one. Even if he did introduce his own subordinates into the council as Doomfist desired, it was no use. Just like that, Talon had slipped through his fingers.

And now, here he was, disgraced and alone, ordered by majority vote to purge Talon of all Shareholder assets. He stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the remnants of carnage. The old Saudi base had been completely deserted after the Cyberdemon incident in favor of returning to the Venice headquarters. How ironic this meeting was to take place here. If he still had a sense of humor, he would laugh.

“Ah...you must be Mr. Reyes.” A voice echoed from the shadows, and its owner slowly emerged. Tall and slender, dressed like some sort of witch doctor from an old silent movie, he smiled at the wraith, though it was clear there was nothing friendly in his greeting.

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“Enchantée. The name’s Facilier.”

“...I was expecting someone else.”

Facilier put on a hurt expression, leaning on his cane. “What, am I not good enough for you? I’ll have you know I was quite the voodoo master back in my day.”

Reaper didn’t care for Facilier's story. “Where is Malachai?”

“The Man in White?” Facilier threw his head back and laughed. “Hahaha! You were expecting...oh no, no, no.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “He’s got more important things to do than deal with a deadbeat like you.”

“Deadbeat?” Reaper took a step forward, but found himself stuck in place. Bewildered, he looked around for the cause, but couldn’t see anything. That is, until he looked at the wall. Facilier’s own shadow, moving as if it had a life of its own, had stuck its cane onto the hem of Reaper’s shadow’s own coat, cackling as it did so.

Facilier himself frowned, his charming mask now gone. “You heard me. Dead. Beat. You, my friend, are what we in the business refer to as a bad investment. We’ve tried to be patient with you, but you ain’t been turning us a profit.”

Reaper struggled to get loose of the shadow’s clutches. “Urgh-I’ve killed plenty of Talon members. More than enough to pay you people back!”

“Correction. It was enough to pay back that creeper back at the Château Guillard. The one your little scientist friend killed in five seconds, remember that?” Facilier pointed the tip of his cane at Reaper. “We were promised your entire world, Gabe. And sixty-odd souls does not an entire world make!”

“It’s not my fault!” Whether from the frustration of being held back, or the sudden dire situation, Reaper’s voice cracked. “Doomfist came back and ruined everything! My plan was going perfectly, I just-”

“You need a little more time. Is that it?” Facilier clicked his tongue, his cane now over his shoulder. “I remember making that same excuse, myself. And I got my time. A century and a half of it. I’m lucky, though; I only promised my friends New Orleans, which couldn’t have been more than, what, a few hundred thousand souls at the time? Nothing a little community service can't fix. But you? Your bill is in the billions! Ain’t no way you’re paying that off!”

Reaper finally stopped struggling, the weight of what Facilier was saying getting to him. “...I just need him dead,” he said, voice soft. “I need Doomfist gone.”

Facilier grinned once more. “Now we’re talking.” He snapped his fingers, and the shadow let Reaper go. “I have some good news for you, Gabe. The higher-ups have talked it over, and they’ve decided to give you a second chance. A last chance. All you gotta do is provide us with two highly valuable souls, and we’ll take care of Talon. Moira, Doomfist, Max, Sanjay...they’ll all be gone, and Talon will be yours completely. Then you can go ahead and destroy this world, and your debt is cleared. Sound good?”

“It’s not as though I have a choice,” Reaper responded bitterly, before stopping himself from griping too much. At this point, he was lucky for even this. “...just who are these two souls?”

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“Boo!”

“AUGH!”

It was for the best that Dae-hyun Park had already been seated, because he fell flat on his back in a very undignified manner when startled. The young mechanic took a moment to catch his breath before sitting back up, glaring at the girl before him.

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“Really, Ty Lee? The graveyard shift is creepy enough as it is!”

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“Sorry, sorry!” Ty Lee raised her hands apologetically. “It’s instinct, I swear! You see someone with their back towards you, totally unaware...you HAVE to sneak up on them!”

“Not when they’re on the graveyard guard duty, you don’t! I mean, what if I had my gun out?”

“Then I would’ve chi-blocked you. Duh.” Ty Lee plopped down besides Dae-hyun, who stared at her incredulously.

“That’s not what I...ugh, forget it. Just...don’t do it again, okay? Being friends with Hana has already probably messed with my blood pressure.”

Ty Lee nodded. “Hey, how is Hana, anyway? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

He sighed. “She’s...exhausted. Just like pretty much everyone here and outside HQ.” Though he had been at The Torch with the rest of The Forge division, Dae-hyun heard about the Coalition Civil War pretty fast. What a mess...so many people were dead, comatose, resigned, or taking leaves of absences. They had practically begged for more help wherever they could get it while transitioning to Knowhere. Dae-hyun wanted to help all he could, and was sent over to Avalon for the time being, where the comatose patients were. "One of them's from his world," someone had said. "Maybe he could help with the robotics or something?" The guy had been stressed, but Dae-hyun soon learned why. These long shifts were so much! At least he had Ty Lee to keep him company...and that other creepy girl with the pigtails and the flute. Ugh.

“Aww...that’s too bad.” Ty Lee stretched and yawned. “I’m pretty tired, too. But it’s not so bad! Nice to know I’m actually helping!”

“I have no idea where you get all that energy…”

Ty Lee giggled. “I get that a lot! Though, between you and me…” She glanced around, then lowered her voice. “I’ve kiiiinda been drinking a lot of coffee lately.”

Dae-hyun chuckled. “Coffee sounds really good right now.”

Ty Lee hopped up. “You want some? I learned how to brew it while we've been here!”

“Uh-” Before he could really respond, Ty Lee had sprinted off. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. Man...if coffee was helping her stay so perky, he could only imagine how tired she was without it. As it was, he was about ready to fall asleep, too…

No! Dae-hyun shook his head as if to shake away the drowsiness. They were already so short-staffed as it was! Already he had to learn how to use a gun on day one in case he needed to guard the coma patients, and that was what he ended up doing a week later at 2 am. And with everyone focused on Knowhere, and the Avalon doctors on duty focused of those in critical condition, he was the only one around in case something happened. But it wasn’t like anything was going to happen. These guys were in comas, for crying out loud! This was the most pointless job in-

Wait.

What was that?

It...it had to have been his imagination, right? That noise...he had just been on edge from Ty Lee’s prank. Yeah, that’s it. Nothing had made a noise in the room behind him. Nothing at all.



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…….

...he was gonna have to investigate, huh?

Dae-hyun got up, drawing his pistol, and ventured into the coma room. Ugh, this place gave him the creeps...all these still bodies in beds, unmoving almost like they were dead all along. And the lighting wasn't all that great, either, what with the lights flickering. Not like these guys needed to worry about bad eyesight, but still. He wanted out of here as soon as possible.

“H-Hello?” No answer, no noise. Nothing. The mechanic gulped, and tried again. “Someone in here? Sh-Show yourself!” ...still nothing. Yeah, he had to have been hearing things. Sighing in relief, Dae-hyun pocketed his pistol, turning and heading back out.

He didn’t even get to take a full step.

“Ah-” In an instant, Dae-hyun found himself held up in the air, unable to open his mouth. What the… He kicked and struggled and tried to cry out, but it was as though someone was holding him captive. But how? There was nobody here!

That’s when he saw it. On the wall was his shadow. His...and someone else’s. The second shadow held him in place, one arm around his torso and arms, the other covering his mouth with its hand. “Mmph? Mphmh!!” Dae-hyun tried to break free in an even more frantic manner, but it was no use.

A low chuckle echoed in the room, and Dae-hyun’s blood ran cold, stopping him from struggling a moment. “Sorry, kid.” A deathlike voice spoke out, and from the shadows emerged a hooded, masked man, one the young mechanic immediately recognized. The assassin from his own world who was known for killing old Overwatch members. A chilling wraith who was known to suddenly appear and vanish in a puff of smoke. A merciless killer who took no prisoners and left no witnesses.

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Reaper.

“You should’ve stayed outside.” Reaper spoke again, and Dae-hyun trembled in fear at the sound of his voice. “I don’t like killing kids all that much.”

“M-Mmph!!!” Realizing what was going on, Dae-hyun began trying to escape again. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t escape. Reaper chuckled again, turning his back.

“Relax. I’ll let you die last.” He started walking towards the end of the room, guns drawn. “I have some unfinished business to take care of, first.”

Wait a minute...at the end of the room, that was…! Sure enough, Reaper found his two targets, laying on opposite ends. Reinhardt Wilhelm and Genji Shimada. Two Overwatch agents turned Coalition agents turned comatose. No...no! Dae-hyun was practically screaming now, fighting with his life, for his life and the lives of the other two. But nothing he did had any effect on the shadow holding him.

“MMPH!!!”

Reaper slowly turned to face Dae-hyun, pointing each gun at the two unconscious men. “Nothing personal, kid.”

“MMMPH!!!”

“It’s just business.”

“MMPHMHMPH!!!”

Reaper cocked his guns. And then…

ZAP!

Dae-hyun fell to the floor, landing on his hands and knees. Where the shadow had once been on the wall was now covered in a burn mark. In the doorway stood Ty Lee, her hands glowing with electricity. Reaper was taken aback.

“What-”

BANG!

Dae-hyun shot at the wraith, who at the last second evaporated into smoke. “Hey! Get back here!” Ty Lee tried to follow the smoke, but it had scattered in all directions. Instead, she turned to Dae-hyun. “Are you okay? I was coming to ask you if you wanted sugar in your coffee when I heard you yelling!”

Dae-hyun was silent, trying desperately to catch his breath. “He...Reaper...shadow…”

“Huh?” Ty Lee kneeled down, a hand on his shoulder. “Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths. It’s okay.”

“It...he was gonna...shoot them…”

“I know. But...but we can figure this out!”

“H-How? There’s no one here…everyone's spread...so thin...”

Ty Lee was silent a moment, but spoke with newfound resolve. “We’ll find a way. I promise we will.” And find a way they did. But what they would soon learn was that this mission would not be easy...and would not end in victory.

To be continued...
 
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