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Hana wiped the sweat dripping onto her brow and took a deep breath, all while the world around her became a burning hellfire of smoke and gunpowder.
She was a soldier of paramount status, a member of Korea’s finest platoon of MEKA pilots. With a hefty amount of accolades under her belt, it came as no surprise that the newly reformed Overwatch would enlist in her services. Hana was more than honored when she received the invitation–she was ecstatic. To serve with such distinguished soldiers, to be able to bring about peace on a larger, worldwide scale–it was all she could have ever hoped for when she first signed up for the MEKA program.
But being a member of Overwatch would prove to be a challenge.
“Shi-bal!” Hana cursed as a bombshell exploded against her mech, the impact rocking her jarringly from side-to-side within the safety of her cockpit. What should have been a simple extraction mission of–what Winston described as–a precious artifact in Ilios quickly spiraled into a gunfight between Overwatch and their most intimate enemy, Talon. Hana didn’t know much about the enigmatic organization besides the fact that they were absolute scum; at least, that’s what Lena never failed to remind her of whenever they hung out together in-between missions.
They’re absolutely awful, the whole lot of them, she had said. The vehemence in her voice whenever Talon was brought up always made Hana shiver a little. She sympathized with Lena, a young woman who vied for peace as strongly as she did for social justice. She knew Tekhartha Mondatta was important to her and that Widowmaker was the one who murdered him. Lena would never forgive Talon for that, and by being her friend, Hana knew she couldn’t either.
Hana activated her defense matrix right as a torrent of projectiles came at her like frenzied piranhas looking for a neon pink meal. Her poor mech was getting tossed around like a children’s play toy, but at least the battle was going in Overwatch’s favor. The artifact was safely extracted and Talon’s forces were diminishing by the minute. She’d be surprised if the terrorist organization didn’t retreat at this point.
“Take this!” She yelled, blasting dozens of micro missiles at the troop of Talon soldiers that had ambushed her, subduing them almost instantly. Some of those who had avoided the missile rain tried to escape, but with a few toggles of her fusion cannons, they too were silenced. Hana tightened her grip on her joysticks as she turned away from the bodies of the deceased to regroup with her team. She was not in the wrong for what she had done. She had delivered justice for those who were wronged by these criminals. She had saved herself, nothing more.
While flying back to her team, Hana’s comm buzzed in her ear, an accented female voice coming over the line. “D.Va, are you okay?”
“I’m alright, Brigitte, nothing to worry about!” Hana replied. She had ended up a ways away from the main group, the firefight between both forces carrying her deep into the Ilios ruins and Talon territory. The moon sat calmly in the inky blackness of the night sky, lighting her retreat. The sounds of guns going off were still present, but they weren’t as hectic as they were before. Hana flew around a corner of the maze, then sighed and turned back when she realized it was a dead-end.
“Are you sure?” Brigitte asked, worry imminent in her tone. “Do you need help getting back? I can come for you if you want...”
Hana sighed, rolling her eyes. “Brigitte, I’m not a baby, okay? I can get back on my own just fine. Besides, the fight’s pretty much over, anyway.”
“But still–” A thunderclap cut through the calming stillness of the night–no, a deafening gunshot. Hana stopped dead in her tracks, swiftly scanning her surroundings. High above her, outlined by the moon, a lone figure stood perched on the rocky outcropping of some ruins. Even from Hana’s point-of-view, the long, sinuous legs, flowy ponytail, and the red-eyed visor could only belong to one person.
“Widowmaker…” Hana all but growled, the thought of retreating immediately forgotten. The blue-skinned woman trained her sniper rifle onto Hana’s head, which was protected by the mech’s durable windshield. Bang. The force of the bullet shook the mech tremendously, but that didn’t deter the young girl. Kicking into gear, she flew her mech into the sky and towards Talon’s top assassin.
“Hana! What are you doing!?” Brigitte screamed into her ear, but Hana paid her no mind. Landing on the rock surface Widowmaker was perched on, Hana let loose with her fusion cannons. To the assassin’s credit, she avoided each blast as if they were but puffs of air blowing in her direction, completely harmless. Widowmaker flipped, ducked, and spun out of the range of Hana’s weapons with inhumane speed, smirking at the younger girl. Hana grit her teeth, her brows furrowing in concentration as her bullets failed to hit their mark.
“Please, Hana, don’t do this! Come back to us!”
“No!” Hana yelled back, raising her defense matrix just as Widowmaker began to shoot at her. “This is my chance to take this nyeon down!” Seeing as her cannons were most effective at close-range, the younger girl charged at the assassin, prompting Widowmaker to jump off the platform and retreat back into the ruins.
“You won’t get away that easily!”
And with that, the MEKA pilot followed the Talon assassin deeper into the darkness.
Outside the ruins, the rest of the Overwatch team awaited the arrival of the extraction ship, bloodied and bruised but none the worse for wear. Brigitte listened intently to her comm, but it seemed that her Korean comrade was either openly ignoring her or had ripped out her comm from her ear. Sighing, Brigitte picked up her mace and made her way to the entrance of the ruins.
“Yo, Brigitte, where’re you going?” Lúcio asked, wrapping a bandage around Reinhardt’s bleeding bicep. Everyone turned to look at her.
“It’s Ha–I mean, D.Va,” Brigitte replied. “She said she was on her way back but I’m worried something might’ve happened to her. I’m going to go find her.”
“Then I’m going, too!” Lúcio patted the bandage now tightly woven around Reinhardt’s arm and stood up. “I care about Hana just as much as you do.” Brigitte unconsciously blushed at the latter statement, eliciting a grin from the DJ.
“So am I!” Lena also got up, her jumpsuit torn and bloody in some places but the energy in her eyes ever present. “Let’s go help our girl!”
Hana tread carefully through the ancient Ilios ruins, every sense primed for the unexpected. She was in enemy territory again, a fact that gave her much trepidation and increased her anxiousness. She had fallen hook, line, and sinker for the blue-skinned woman’s ploy, and now she was low on fuel and couldn’t fly back to the Overwatch team. Long story short, she was a big pink sitting duck.
I’m so stupid, Hana thought, slowly making her way around the maze. Some passages were familiar while others were dead-ends. The night was nearly silent now, save for the sounds of the ocean below the cliffside and the audible crunches of her mech’s footprints in the dirt. It seemed as though Talon had made a complete retreat. Her comm buzzed to life in her ear after some time. “D.Va, status report! ” It was Jack.
She raised a shaking hand to her comm. “M-my fuel tank is nearly depleted, sir, so I can’t fly back. I was trying to capture Widowmaker but got lost in the ruins. I’m sorry.”
Jack sighed angrily on the other end. “Urgh, you idiot. Just try and make your way towards the extraction point as quickly as you can. Brigitte, Lúcio, and Tracer are all en-route to meet you halfway.”
Hana smiled, a wave of relief washing over her. Thank God. Hana felt better knowing that her friends were on their way to help her. I’m going to have to apologize to everyone once I’m outta this freakin’ maze– Suddenly, her mech sputtered to a stop, refusing to take another step in the dust-covered maze. The lights within cut off like a dying light bulb, giving way to complete darkness. The entire weapons and AI system also shut down. Her once precious mech was rendered totally useless in a matter of seconds. Hana went into a panic, flipping switches, pulling levers, trying anything that would breathe life back into her last line of defense against the night. Taking pity on her plight, the clouds overhead parted for the moon’s rays, which cast a luminescent spotlight upon her.
“Are you kidding me…!? Come on, you dumb machine, work …!” Hana cried, banging her fists on the dashboard. As if on cue, the mech’s system seemingly sprung back to life. But instead of the green-colored interface she was so used to, what Hana saw was a glowing purple skull. “Wah…?”
“Hack complete,” a voice so unlike her system’s AI said to her. “Ejecting passenger.”
Before Hana could even blink, the ceiling of her mech popped open and she was ejected into the air. Now, Hana was an expert at landing on her feet after ejecting from her mech, what with all the self-destructs she had a tendency to do. This time, however, she fell to the earth and gracelessly rolled along the ground, scraping and bruising herself innumerably in the process. “Urgh…” Hana groaned, slowly pushing herself up.
Someone chuckled. “Wow, chica, that’s one way to stick a landing. And here I thought you were some kind of prodigy.” Hana looked up into the face of a woman who wore a lighthearted smirk on her face. Her clothes were a weird hodgepodge of a trench coat, parka, and a horribly colored jumpsuit. Her haircut was even more eccentric, with locks of dyed hair falling lazily over a naked, shaved scalp.
Hana pulled her small pistol from the holster at her hip and trained it at the strange woman’s face. But before she could even pull the trigger, the gun was kicked out of her hand. Hana let out a cry when she felt her arm get twisted painfully behind her back.
“Now, now, chérie, it’s best you stand down,” the cool and calculated voice of Widowmaker commanded, keeping Hana’s arm held firmly behind her. The eccentric woman picked up the little pink gun, looked at it with mild interest, and tossed it lazily behind her. Hana continued to struggle despite the futility of the situation. “Let me go, you nyeons!”
“No can do, mi coneja,” said the eccentric woman, wagging her finger at Hana as if she were a disobedient child. “Our orders were to capture you alive. Thanks in no part to my friend, Widow, here.”
“Children are so easily riled it makes me laugh.” Hana could almost taste the sadistic mirth in the blue-skinned woman’s voice and it only made her angrier.
“So what are you gonna do to me, then? Torture me for information? Use me for ransom? I’m not scared of either of you!” The last part was partly a lie; Hana was absolutely terrified, but she’d be damned if she admitted it to them.
“Nothing of the sort,” a third voice replied. A tall, gaunt figure materialized out of the darkness, and Hana couldn’t help but jump back at the stranger’s sudden entrance. It was as if the shadows themselves cast her into being. Hana noted the woman’s all-around long and thin physique, her bright shock of orange hair, sharp face, and a mysterious outfit that looked downright ridiculous. I swear, Talon has the weirdest taste in fashion, Hana thought, remembering what Widowmaker’s outfit looked like as well.
The new woman approached them with a poised stride, exuding more power and authority–Hana noted–than anything Jack or Winston could ever hope to accomplish. Widowmaker’s eyebrows furrowed but she made no remark, while the eccentric woman took on a more serious demeanor.
“Good work, Sombra, as well as to you, Lacroix,” the woman said nonchalantly, stopping in front of the young girl. Hana grit her teeth as Widowmaker forced her to straighten up. The orange-haired woman hooked her fingers delicately beneath Hana’s chin and lifted her head to stare into her eyes. At this distance, Hana realized that this mystery woman had mismatched colored eyes: one a shade of the deepest depths of the ocean and the other the color of a vibrant rose. The woman’s gaze was, in a way, mesmerizing to Hana, it’s sheer intensity belying no means of turning away. Hana did her best to not falter before this mysterious woman, steeling herself and challenging her with her own confident gaze. They continued this game for a few moments until the orange-haired woman smiled, seemingly pleased as she pulled away and resumed her towering posture.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Miss Song,” the woman did a small bow. “My name is Moira O’Deorain. I’m sure you’re well acquainted with my colleagues here, Sombra and–ah–Widowmaker?”
“I’m more than acquainted,” Hana spat indignantly, her arm throbbing now that it’s been twisted for a few minutes. She could feel her knees chafe against the rough, rocky ground. “Just hurry up and tell me what you want from me!”
Moira chuckled. “I’ve been watching you for quite some time, Miss Song. Or should I call you Hana? All my life, I have tried to unlock the true potential of humanity. I thought it was possible through science. My desire to fulfill my goal has taken me all over the world, where I have conducted clandestine research and experimentation for decades. It wasn’t until I published my paper that my answer came to me one dreary night.” It was then that Moira smiled widely, exposing a row of glistening white teeth. “Immortality.”
Hana blinked. “Immor–what? You’re kidding right?” Hana felt like laughing at this crazy scientist! But Moira kept her eyes trained on her, her gaze piercing and predatorial. “Tell me, Hana, do you believe in vampires?”
The young Korean snorted. “You’re one crazy ajumma. Vampires? Are you screwing with me right now? Stop messing around!” Suddenly, she felt lengthy fingers wrap around her throat, lifting her up into the air. “Urgk!” Hana felt her eyes bulge and her airways constrict as the pressure around her neck tightened.
“Moira, stop!” Sombra yelled out, grabbing onto the older woman’s arm as Moira choked the younger girl with the other. On Moira’s cue, Widowmaker grabbed Sombra and held her back, preventing her from intervening.
“Let me show you what I mean,” Moira said, her face cast fully in the moonlight. Hana could see that her eyes, previously heterochromatic, were now both glowing red. Hana felt an inexplicable chill run throughout her body. Lowering Hana onto her feet, Moira used her sharp fingernails to cut into the girl’s jumpsuit, tearing the fabric and exposing the pale expanse of her shoulder. “Wha–what are you doing?!” Her protests were cut short when she felt two sharp points dig into her naked skin, inflicting a white-hot pain so discomforting she cried out. “A-ah!”
The MEKA pilot had no idea what was going on, except that she started to feel inexplicably sick. Beyond the realm of pain, Hana felt an uncomfortable pressure along the side of her neck, as if she was being pinched by a large clip at the same time as being stabbed by needles. “W-what’s happening...? ” Hana weakly turned her head to look at the scientist’s face. The tall woman had her eyes closed in contentment, her throat working feverishly against the younger girl’s neck. Deprived of any more strength, Hana felt her knees crumble beneath her as the world around her started to blur. Moira followed her descent, wrapping her in an even tighter embrace. Just when Hana thought she would pass out, Moira dislodged herself from the smaller girl’s throat, letting out a sigh of euphoria. Hana fell forward onto her forearms, her breath coming out in shuddering gasps. “Hah…hah…” Her neck throbbed and her naked shoulder felt hot and wet, rivulets of blood cascading down her skin and staining the top of her jumpsuit.
Moira hummed in satisfaction, wiping the excess blood from her mouth and licking it with her finger. “Ah… I haven’t had such exquisite blood in years.” She turned her attention towards the two women behind her. “Would you two like a sip?” Both Sombra and Widowmaker’s eyes glowed red.
“No way in hell…!” Sombra yelled, trying to keep her hunger in check as she moved over to help the young girl. Ripping off a piece of her coat, the Mexican woman began dabbing gently at the wound Moira had inflicted. “Stay with me, coneja!”
Widowmaker licked her fangs but shook her head. “She’d die if I drank from her now,” she stated matter-of-factly.
Moira smirked. “If I had known any better, I’d think that you cared for her life.”
“You said you wanted her alive,” Widowmaker replied, watching Sombra fuss over the nearly unconscious pilot.
“That I do,” Moira reaffirmed. Somewhere close by, shouts could be heard.
“Hanaaaaa! Where are you! ” Moira and Widowmaker both scoffed in turn. “Overwatch.”
Sombra sighed in relief, hoping that Hana’s friends would make it in time to save her from a despondent fate. “Are we gonna retreat?”
“We will. But first…” Moira teleported next to Hana, kneeling beside the younger girl at the same time as she bit roughly into her own wrist. Before she could move any further, Sombra grabbed Moira’s wrist and held it away from the unconscious girl’s face.
“You can’t do this...” Sombra hissed, grabbing Moira by the collar. “If I knew this is what you wanted, I would’ve never helped you tonight! What you’re doing...it’ll ruin her!” The hacker cursed when she felt Widowmaker slam her into the wall, away from the scientist and her newfound pet.
“Move, Amélie!” Sombra yelled, trying to push past the stronger vampire. “She’s just a kid!”
“I have to follow orders,” Widowmaker replied, her eyes devoid of any emotion, any sympathy.
Moira turned her attention back to the girl lying at her feet. Hana’s eyes were half-lidded and unseeing, the wound in her neck bleeding profusely as her breathing faltered. Kneeling beside her once again, Moira pried open Hana’s mouth and held her upturned wrist above it, watching as her blood began to pool atop her skin.
“This is the beginning of your glorious rebirth, Hana,” Moira smiled. “I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.” The scientist tilted her wrist and watched as her blood dripped into the injured girl’s mouth.
Eyes widening, Hana screamed.