#firstdrawn

One.Two.Three.

The genetics manipulator danced her usually dance. A nightmarish waltz that involved diving into the constructs of a body. Her eyes widen out with great delight as her deeds unfolded. A lengthy syringe extend forth to penetrate the soft tissue of a sleeping dog. While many considered it inhumane, she called it art and called it science. 

“Just a little longer.” Chirps the woman. “Any bacteria that gets into the spinal cord will result in terrible infection.” She wasn’t talking to anyone. Just herself like her mind needed to rehearse. However, her head reels up from behind the lush fur of the canine’s back and peered over to see a very familiar visage.

”... McCree,” it’d taken Jack a fair bit of searching to find the gunslinger, yet any words he’d prepared to say were lost on sight. The mission had been an absolute failure. Agents had died, and even more than that had been injured, the Commander of Blackwatch included.

It was why he was here, and why Gabriel wasn’t.

❛   don’t feed your ego, jesse. i care about all you damn children,   ❜   he grumbles, but a slight smile manages to tug at the corners of his lips. he shoves a box of tissues onto the kid’s lap as well as a water bottle, and grabs his hand to place some painkillers in his palm.   ❛   figured you’d feel like shit after that long nap so take them.   ❜

There’s a certain quality about bars at 4am. It’s foggy with tobacco smoke, too quiet, stiflingly so and yet it feels like a dream, as if one isn’t all there. She stares at her glass, straight tequila, but does not drink. Sombra doesn’t drink, after all.

Jesse was, at least physically, fine. His eyes were glazed over with deep thoughts and reservations, but they hadn’t hurt him. Whoever they were. It might have been Lumerico, Vishkar, maybe Volskaya. Any one of thousands she’d wronged in her hacking could be behind his kidnapping, but that was a matter for another time. She could comb her ‘friends’, find the weak links, but for now Sombra needed to give him the full picture. 

“I told you my line of work is risky,” she spoke, low and quiet. One never knew who was listening, even in a dusty bar at a godforsaken hour of the morning. As she tips her head toward him she can’t help but sigh. McCree was handsome, charming, after all who could resist that dorky grin, bleached hair and southern drawl dripping with sex. It was selfish of her to bring him in to her life, if it could be called a life. What she offers is a damned existence, always running, always watching, full of intrigue and danger. That’s probably why she pursued him: Jesse offered her some scrap of normality. A life she’d been robbed of. But she could never have that. The truth was,” My name really is Corazon, but most people know me by another name.”

     Hanzo didn’t ask for this.. He’d rather be DEAD than have this.. He’s held onto this curse for years. Feeding off people for survival. If he didn’t, his instincts would kick in and he’d go on a CRAZE.  Murdering and drinking numerous people with little to no control. Almost like a human who’s blackout drunk, but much more dangerous. 

     The Vampire ran a thumb over his crimson coated lips. Licking the remaining blood off those and this thumb as he stood gazing over the corpse. This man- He put him in mind a lot of Genji before the incident. They had the same hair style and face shape, but he was American with far different features except for the noes. His cheeks, lips, and eyes didn’t match either. Nor did his chin and height. He pursed his lips. The images of that night FLASHING like lightning in his mind. The scream.. His teeth sinking into his neck after the fight. The blood splattered over the wall that still stain it today. 

     This went on for a while, but Hanzo had to hurry home. Legend and word has rose about a Vampire in these parts for a while. People stumbling across bodies drained of blood from the neck. Now there were hunters.. He thought he hid them well, but.. He normally doesn’t have enough time before someone else comes strolling along. Now ? He left the body where it was. A gloved hand fixing the strap of his backpack over his shoulder that as well held his bow and arrow. He spent too much time remembering Genji- It was time to go. 

     His feet patted against the wooden porch of an old ran down abandoned house hew took shelter in. Making his way to the kitchen and setting his bag on the table with moss growing up the legs. He sighed. Leaning on his arms and hands as his head hung in between his biceps. Every drink takes him further and further away from humanity. Each drop of blood demonizes him more and more each day.

     A single tear fell and splatted on the dirty wooden floor, but Hanzos expression was STONE. Taking in a shaky breath he stood up straight as the sound of one of the front windows opened with a soft creek. 

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The soft sound of snow crunching under military style boots echos through the serene forest. Winter has come, covering the beautiful landscape in untouched white splendor. A shape, dark in contrast, moves through the underbrush. It’s harder to find food in the cold months, critters preferring to stay in their warm burrows.

Amber eye catch the sight of freshly spilled blood. The archer lowers himself to the ground to further inspect the red, stark against white. It must have been from an animal. A large one at that. Cautiously, he follows the tracks, the blood becoming more frequent of a sight. He makes out some paw prints, something a kin to a wolf but... bigger.

Finally, the man comes to a small clearing and takes a sharp breath. The creature is huge and furry. As he slowly moves around it’s form, he’s convinced it’s a wolf that has a mutation, making it enormous. Such enough, it’s wounded, an entire front paw missing. Though, that one seems a bit old. The blood is coming from a bullet wound in the other shoulder.

Hanzo lifts his bow, arrow pointed between it’s eyes. The fur could be used to keep him warm and he could eat the meat. Besides, it wasn’t likely to make it. He would be putting the beast out of it’s misery. He draws back, ready to fire. However, just then, the animal weakly looks up at him and whimpers.

Fuck.

He grumbles to himself and lowers his weapon. He puts the arrow back in his quiver and clips his bow in place behind him. He delicately steps forward, shushing the creature. ❝Be still and I will help you.❞ Daft fingers soothe the wolf with a ginger stroke. With a huff, he hoists the mammal over his shoulders and starts the trek back to his cabin.

Upon arrival, he opens the door with his foot and carefully sets the wolf down on a pile of blankets. He sets to work on removing the bullet and patching up the hole. The Japanese man starts up a fire in the fireplace. The heater busted a few days ago and he just hasn’t made the trip into town. He hates having to go in, avoiding it at all costs.

“jus’ wanted t'see you.” it’s mumbled, more or less, the hold around the commander tightening some as his lips curl into a smile. “ain’t like we got a mission or anythin’ planned.” this– this is exactly what he needed.