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The Reaping
By : xMercyxReaperx
Category: +M through R > Overwatch
Views: 7964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch. I do not own the characters from Overwatch. I am not making any money from this fic, I am just having some fun with my favourite ship from the Overwatch series. - Chapter List
She shot straight up in bed and called out. She glanced around frantically, the reality of her surroundings quickly sunk in and a wave of calm began to ebb over her. Glancing over to the left side of the room, she noticed that wind was billowing through the open window, which had knocked a picture frame down onto the floor. She sighed and shook her head in relief. Guilt gnawed at the back of her mind, but she pushed it away as she stood up. Walking over to the downturned frame, she bent down to pick it up. She didn’t remember leaving the window open, but she shrugged it off as she placed the frame back in it’s spot on the table.
Grabbing her robe from the back of a nearby chair, she covered herself and headed downstairs to recollect her thoughts. Her dream had left her mind in a fog, and she needed a distraction if she had any hope of falling back asleep.
After a brief stop to fill up a glass of water, she headed to her study and started a fire in order to cut the chill from the air. Regardless, a sudden shiver rocked through her body. She shrugged it off and believed it to be a lingering effect of her nightmare. She lowered herself into the large chair situated near the fireplace and the frame on the end table caught her attention. Grasping it in her hand, she lifts it to her face to examine.
The picture represents the epitome of hope - a group full of new and old acquaintances standing united with the dream of making a difference. Running her fingers over the familiar faces, she lingers over John Morrison and Gabriel Reyes, who are standing side by side. Morrison’s chiseled face and soldier-like stance emanates loyalty, pride, and devotion. His partner, Reyes, stands at his side, with his furrowed brow and large arms crossed across his chest. She let her fingers rest on Gabriel’s form as she stares into his dark eyes, allowing herself to remember what it felt like to get lost in them while in his embrace.
“Those were the days, weren’t they Angela,” whispered a voice from over her shoulder, sending a shiver up her spine. She let out a tiny yelp as she leapt up from her chair, spinning around to face a seemingly empty room. Her knuckles turned white as she held the frame against her chest. Her eyes darted around the room, the shadows cast by the flickering fire sent her imagination into overdrive. She spotted a faint glow in the darkness, as if the atmosphere was changing in front of her very own eyes.
The voice appeared again from the other side of the room, “But they weren’t all good memories, were they?”
She spun in the direction of the voice to come face to face with a terrifying apparition. A dark menacing figure enveloped in shadow, except for a skeletal face that glowed in the firelight. His sudden presence called forth the darkest memories hidden in the deepest crevices of Angela’s soul. The air was sucked from her lungs leaving behind a stinging sensation. Her blood turned to ice, her heart thumped hard in her chest. She had felt this feeling before.
“G-gabriel?” she managed to stammer out once she was able to draw a breath.
He let out a throaty chuckle, “Now that is a name I have not heard in a long time” he drawled as he glided towards her a few steps, the air around him sparked.
“What do you want with me?” She asked as she desperately clung to any remaining strength she held within. Her form turned rigid as she straightened her back and stared into the deep abyss of the mask, searching frantically for his eyes in the darkness beneath his hood. She could feel his eyes burrowing deep into her own, as if they were searching every depth of her face and mind for weakness, searching for an opportunity to strike.
“What do I want with you?” He asked menacingly as he lowered his head slightly, like a hunter does mere seconds before pouncing on it’s prey. She quivered at the mental image, but remained steadfast. Her brow slightly raised in anticipation of his response.
“You knew it was only a matter of time before I came for you,” he taunted as he began to slowly circle her motionless form, observing her from every angle.
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