in the wake of our turbulence

“    ..do i really want to know? sure, you can hide out for a bit. good fuckin’ luck. ”

    Rather than give any sort of explanation Reaper reaches into the dark void of his coat, a shining silver not of his claws when his hand comes into view again. The familiar sight of McCree’s revolver might have been comforting any other time but in the hand of someone like the Wraith, it may be foreshadowing his doom.

    But Reaper doesn’t turn it on Jesse. Instead, he switches hands and holds it out grip first,  an offering.

   “You are leaving.”

   He could deal with the repercussions later, come up with a story to explain away the deceased, Reaper has done it before he can do it again. This time it may be a bit more difficult considering not only did two agents die, but Jesse McCree escaped. That really was the most important thing to him right now. No one deserved to be put through Talon’s ‘training’ regiment and especially not him. 

   “Or you can stay, I can’t control you,” Reaper says while shrugging.

    shit this is really happening. tries to push past the shock smothering his mind, blinking his wide eyes. realizes his choices here. get the fuck out of here and run free again - get out to houston like he wanted to - or stick around and gain access to what talon knows.

    he could find out what happened to overwatch. could find out how deeply blackwatch was fucked. if venice had really been the start of it all. his hesitation lasts for only a moment.

    alright that’s fuckin’ adorable. steps into the room with a chuckle, watching the ninja seem to enjoy the beginnings of his trip on the ceiling fan, still somehow managing to not break the damn thing. waves right back at him, feeling his heart melt at the sight.

    jumps and yelps in surprise when genji fucking launches himself at him, though when he touches his cheek, his fingers come away with glitter.

“    the hell? ” goes to check himself in the bathroom and can’t help but laugh at what he sees.

    mccree just kind of. opens the door and freezes in the threshold. blinks. how the fuck has that thing not come crashing down? looks at him, then at the switch on the wall. turns the fan on.

it’d be funnier if he had a block of cheese, and genji cutting slices off it for him

   When the door opens again, it isn’t Reaper who Jesse is faced with. Instead it is another Talon goon, toting a weapon around and pulling him out of the cell. They do not say much to him either. One has a firm grip on McCree’s arm and the other watches as they begin to move away from the small room. Only a few steps from where they had started does the Wraith join their group. 

   Reaper arrives in a smog, a writhing mass that takes form of a man within a few seconds. Neither guard notices this. Death follows behind their steps without a word to instead watch Jesse. He has had time to think of what might happen to McCree if he was left alone to the tactics of Talon. Nothing good could come out of any possibility and all were cruel- save for death. Even then, sometimes dying wouldn’t keep Talon from sinking its claws into someone.

   Keeping close and waiting for the trio to slow, Reaper makes a decision that cannot be undone. Pulling his lips back forming a silent snarl, sharp claws reach out and grab onto the collar of the grunt closest to him. There’s not much more than a gasp of surprise before Reaper snaps their neck and drops the corpse. Seeing their partner vanish from the corner of their vision, the other turns to address the situation, only to be dumbfounded with what they see.

   Everyone knew that Reaper was not all that fond of the people he worked with, but outright killing them was unexpected. So much so that when the Wraith moves to finish his task, there isn’t enough time to do anything about it. A silver tipped hand throttles the grunt’s throat and digs in until the resistance he is met with comes to an end. 

   Something resembling disgust leaves him as he tosses the body over to the wall, turning his gaze onto McCree after.

    they find him near one of the walls, inspecting the ceiling, when they come to retrieve him. he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of odd disappointment at the lack of the infamous wraith and he couldn’t pin down why. conversation with him had been brief, but pleasant. at least he was willing to talk to him rather than simply just check up on him.

    he greets the goons with a simple ‘howdy’ but doesn’t say much beyond that. takes reaper’s advice and keeps his mouth shut. not like he feels much like talking anymore; here he stands on the precipice of change, fearing the inevitable plunge into the unknown. lets the goons lead him out of the room, but nothing stops him from looking around. not that there’s much to see, but he notices reaper’s arrival when it happens. doesn’t acknowledge him past a glance, looking forward again after a moment, heart pounding heavy in his chest.

    when they round the corner, he doesn’t notice the guard behind him vanish but he hears armor and cloth shift, hears the soft gasp. turns with the goon at his elbow and they both freeze at the sight behind them. doesn’t understand what he’s seeing, doesn’t understand why reaper would openly attack his own men.

so fucking done with all the games you play

indie mccree from overwatch, written by alex. mun/muse 21+, selective, semi active. para/novella, tentative shipper. got my fuckin feet on the ground where they belong, come learn what southern rage is.