WIDOW'S KILL.

The cocoons spread throughout the city grew a steadily increasing heartbeat throughout the duration of the day. Quiet at first, but near the end the sound was so loud that it sent vibrations throughout the entire city. Cracks began to form down the sides of the structures, and before long what was contained within had been set loose on the city.

Spiraling black strings of matter burst, overflowing before taking on the form of a physical manifestation. Reptilian scales embedded within the beast’s skin, limbs latching onto one another as foreign beings towered above the majority of the city. The gatekeepers, slightly transparent in color yet tainted by nature. Reapers foregoing lore, they weren’t in possession of scythes nor were their bones present. It didn’t matter as their tasks were all the same - to strip breath from lungs, motion from limbs, sight from eyes, noise from tongue. Sounds emanate from their bodies, voices dissimilar to those who roam the city. Upon further inspection, these creatures compound were made of the felled and forgotten.

Taking several steps forward, long limbs drag across concrete shattering infrastructures at will, leaving scraped imprints along the ground. It didn’t take long for most to surmise that this would be among one of the most difficult bouts the city has ever seen.

Over 300 feet is size each, they would certainly be the biggest.

what fresh hell was this?

all the npcs had disappeared at once leaving nothing but a bunch of huge black cocoons in the middle of the districts, and what was more, anyone who tried to break it seemed to be receiving the damage from their own attack.  as such, takeru had decided that attacking the thing was not a good idea, and had instead taken to investigating it.

it didn’t seem to have any weaknesses, was rather hard, and of course black.  but the strange thing was that after a few minutes it seemed slightly larger than when he’d first started.

he needed to make sure he wasn’t seeing things first of all, so turning to the nearest passerby, a woman with blue skin and some kind of visor on her forehead

“hey, does this thing look like it’s getting bigger to you?”

     Relieved to have been given back her abilities, Widowmaker wasted no time in investigating the strange cocoon-like thing that had appeared. Its darkness was impenetrable, even with her visor activated -- either nothing was contained within, which seemed unlikely, or those scientists had orchestrated the ordeal so that even her heat-detecting technology was lost on it. This seemed like the more likely answer, as everything citizens were throwing at the thing had no effect and only bounced off of the hardened surface.

     Willing to cooperate with a stranger for now, she considered his question for a moment. Indeed, it seemed to have grown in size over the past few minutes. How intriguing. Despite her preference to go at it alone, this was an excuse to observe the foolish actions of those around her, at least. It was silly at best, but she found herself curious as well. Deactivating her visor, she answered him.

extinction

1. the state or process of a species, family, or larger group being or becoming extinct.

vindictive

adjective

having or showing a strong or unreasoning desire for revenge.

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He would learn this person’s troubles, and guide her in the need arose. Such was the duty of the king, after all; without his subjects, a king is merely a man with a crown and a delusion. Of course, he couldn’t simply approach her and ask her to vent her problems to her; he required some sort of ice breaker first. Tapping on the device in his hand, he gestures to the woman; he supposed he could kill two birds with one stone.

     It was not difficult to figure out that this city was full to the brim with people from every possible place, some vastly different than her own world. But this man was unfamiliar with even this outdated technology? Cash still existed in her world, but they had moved on from credit cards to credit chips. Despite the fact that such transactions of her world had surpassed this level long ago, she was able to recall and figure it out quite easily. 

Out of all the old Overwatch files Winston had let her review –to play catch-up with all the events she missed in cryostasis– the one concerning Amelie Lacroix was the most tragic of all. There was no evidence that it was really who the woman used to be, but somehow they all knew it couldn’t be anyone else.

But Mei had hope; there was still a good person in this Talon agent, she was sure of it. And she hoped one day to see it.

But for now, she dearly hoped the woman hadn’t seen her as she passed by. Widowmaker was still a very dangerous person, and without a working endothermic blaster she wasn’t very good in a fight.

  “Going somewhere, chérie?” she spoke with a tone of disinterest, although she was much more intrigued than usual. This whole city provided a variety of shows for Widowmaker, and whether involving herself in the violence or watching from the rooftops, spectating was engaging in some way. If Mei-Ling Zhou wasn’t captivating enough of a fly, she’d move on and involve herself elsewhere. Widowmaker took a few steps towards her, intending her height to increase any factor of intimidation she held over the other.

Welcome to the hive, Widowmaker!

You will be housed in apartment b-5.

You will be given a bb gun and a fork fastened to a rope.

Enjoy your stay!

Widowmaker - Overwatch fan art by Qichao Wang