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BarrenThin
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The city was on fire. Not in any literal sense, of course, much to Reaper's chagrin. The sound of the concert below could be heard for quite a ways, and it was definitely annoyingly loud from his perch above the stadium. The Gorrilaz. What a brain-dead name for a band. They weren't why he was here, though. No. His skull mask scanned the crowd in his silent loathing. Where was she? The little twerp that had caused him so much trouble. Lena Oxton. It would take him some time to survey the crowd, and he'd strike the moment he found her.
He'd waited a long time for this chance.
Eventually, his eyes rested on just the sight he was looking for. There Lena was, looking the same as she did the day she joined Overwatch. She stood at the front, cheering on her boyfriend. "I've got my eyes on her. Stay out of this." Before the Talon agents could respond, he smashed the communicator to cut off any objections. Time to go. He crossed his arms, and appeared on the stage. "Death comes." The group paused, of course. Just in time for the lead singer to almost get his head blown off, barely ducking in time. Screams filled the air as people began to run. Music to his ears.
"Now, that's not very nice!" The familiar sound of Pulse guns firing filled his ear. Reaper leaned forward with a growl, the shots doing little more than angering him at this distance. Tracer was teleporting everywhere already. Good. He wanted her to fight back so her squirming would be all the more satisfying.
Little did he know that a nearby force awakening would have plans of its own...
@T.O.M.
@shitty first posts
He'd waited a long time for this chance.
Eventually, his eyes rested on just the sight he was looking for. There Lena was, looking the same as she did the day she joined Overwatch. She stood at the front, cheering on her boyfriend. "I've got my eyes on her. Stay out of this." Before the Talon agents could respond, he smashed the communicator to cut off any objections. Time to go. He crossed his arms, and appeared on the stage. "Death comes." The group paused, of course. Just in time for the lead singer to almost get his head blown off, barely ducking in time. Screams filled the air as people began to run. Music to his ears.
"Now, that's not very nice!" The familiar sound of Pulse guns firing filled his ear. Reaper leaned forward with a growl, the shots doing little more than angering him at this distance. Tracer was teleporting everywhere already. Good. He wanted her to fight back so her squirming would be all the more satisfying.
Little did he know that a nearby force awakening would have plans of its own...
@T.O.M.
@shitty first posts