So, I posted the picture twice just in case the quality of one was worse/better than the other.

I've never played the Overwatch game myself, but I've read through PrincessAura273   book "Watch Over Me" and seen most (if not all) of the animated shorts with the different characters, and I was super inspired! To be honest, I have no idea how original my idea is or how stupid, lol, so sorry if it ends up being one of a billion of the same stories. I literally just jumped into it screaming "YOLO!!"

I also actually have the Prologue + Chapter One, because I got up to that point before I sort of ran out of ideas. But here's another idea that's going to stay in my head for months, if not years haha. Thank you to those who give feedback, and I hope you enjoy!

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PROLOGUE

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    Heterochromatic eyes gazed at a dimmed computer screen, sleep threatening to pull down eyelids and crash her head into the keyboard. Farah was nearly finished with her thirteenth cup of coffee, the warm smell comforting as her warm brown fingers skimmed across the keyboard. She was nearly done; the last seventy lines of genetic code would surely only take about 3 more hours at most. All she needed to do was . . .

    Asha slammed her fist into the punching bag, her sore knuckles protesting as she relentlessly punished them against the rough fabric. Her taut muscles rippled with each movement, and she finally finished the sequence with a roundhouse kick. The chain of the bag jingled as it swung back and forth, and she let it do so as she unwrapped the bindings on her hands.

    Grabbing her water bottle she popped it open and guzzled the icy beverage, wiping sweat from her forehead as some trickled down the middle of her back. Gazing at the clock, she decided she had plenty of time for an early-morning run. But first, she was going to check up on her sister.

    Farah was exactly where she had left her ten hours ago, but looking much more tired this time. Snorting, Asha shook her head as she walked around her sister and pushed her hair out of the way. Sure enough, she was fast asleep, the bags under her eyes darker than usual.

    "Hey," Asha whispered quietly, shaking her shoulder. Farah just groaned and turned her head away, smooshing her face into the keyboard and generating nonsense as she did so. Asha quickly disabled the keyboard and deleted what obviously was not part of Farah's work. When her sister did not respond to another shoulder-shake, the young woman just smiled. Carefully slipping an arm around her ribcage and beneath her knees she lifted her up, pushing the wheeling chair into the desk before trekking up the stairs to her room.

    Tucking Farah into bed she set an alarm for six hours. Truthfully, her twin needed at least eight, but she would not hear the end of it if Farah learned she had "slept in." Asha had no idea what was so intriguing about their work to warrant lack of sleep, but her father and sister were happy, and that was all she could really ask for. The lines of genetic data were a foreign language to Asha, just a repeat of four letters that made no sense. But somehow Farah and their father could make words, sentences, and even paragraphs out of what they were given, and many a dinner conversation was filled with these strange interpretations. Asha learned what she could, but in truth she was hardly interested.

    That was no longer a surprise to the patriarch of the Tahan's,' where Farah had been gifted with brains, Asha was more interested in sports and physical activity. It seemed like a good balance, as Asha was more than capable of handling herself and her sister's safety where security guards might fail. Thus, she was well trained in various forms of combat and new the basics of multiple languages, just in case she needed to make them both disappear. As much as she dreaded needing to use her skills to become a ghost, it was a necessary evil.

    JenGEN was one of the leading competitors in genetic interpretation and testing, founded by her father and named after her late mother. They were driven to find the answers to everything, picking apart the DNA structure and rebuilding it in an attempt to understand. To them, it was a massive puzzle that wanted to be solved. Because of their breakthroughs and potential discoveries, they made many allies - and just as many enemies.

    That was why Asha had to always protect herself, and her twin. Because they were all Karif Tahan had left. They were all JenGEN had left.

    "And where do you think you're going?"

    Asha paused on her way towards the door, one earbud in and the other in the process of being inserted. She backed up a few feet to her father sitting in the kitchen, pouring over a tablet filled with various pieces of information - genetic information, she was sure.

    "Just a run. I won't be out for more than thirty minutes." She assured him, giving him a smile.

    "And how is Farah?"

    Asha did have to resist rolling her eyes. She wanted to believe that her father did not worry about her as much just because of her training, but the truth was probably more painful. Farah was the one who helped him with his work, she was the future of the company. Asha . . . well, he could always hire more security.

    "Sleeping," she said, tapping on her watch and pulling up Farah's vitals. "Stage Four right now. She stayed up all night working."

    If her father heard the accusatory tone in her voice, he ignored it. "She is a hard worker. And we are almost finished decoding a gene that may be responsible for the fear response. I have already been testing epigenetics and methylation in that area to further test our hypothesis."

    "I thought we were curing diseases, not fear," she crossed her arms.

    "In order to get to our end goal, we must march across the terrain," he said simply. "This is only twenty years worth of research, and we are hardly a quarter of the way done. But we cannot afford to miss anything." There was a pause, and he finally looked up from his tablet. "Enjoy your run, Asha. I will see you back in thirty minutes."

    A small smile crept on her face. "I will see you then."

    Making her way back to the front entrance she stepped into the double set of doors, typing the passcode to lock the first set before the second would allow her to open those to the outside world. She typed a passcode to lock those as well, finally popping in her second earbud. The gleam of Oasis city greeted her way off into the distance, the flat desert between them.

    Asha instead turned and began to jog down a dirt path, the artificial forest that surrounded their home providing her plenty of cool shade. Desert land was cheap, and her father was rich, so they had miles of private land to explore - well, they would, if security was not so tight. The forest was only five square miles, but it provided plenty of space for a good run. And if she got bored of the forest, the open land of the desert provided plenty of a challenge to wear her out. The unforgiving sun had burned her plenty of times, but her father's innovative genetic manipulation took care of any potential melanomas on her skin.

    Taking deep breaths she tracked her mileage, planning onto to do two miles out and back. That would give her almost exactly thirty minutes of running time. Her leg muscles stretched and warm, and her lungs burned as she pushed herself to speed up a little. The first mile was always the worst, but it was only one mile.

    Nearing the second mile she glanced at her watch, frowning when she saw three missed calls from her sister - all within the last five minutes. Slowing, she turned off her music player and tapped her watch, planning to call Farah back.

    A sharp gasp escaped her as she slammed a hand over her mouth, suppressing a scream.

Farah's vitals were dead.

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CHAPTER ONE

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Seeking the help of another geneticist seemed illogical to Reaper, as Moira was already a well-established member of the Talon syndicate, but order's were order's, and Doomfist's master plan was not to be questioned.

    "Let me go!" His new prisoner screeched in heavily accented English, her feet digging into the carpet as her fist hit his armored forearm. Her mismatched eyes were filled with terror, the deep brown of her right darkening as the bright blue of the left brightened. It was rather ironic that the geneticist's daughter would have a mutation.

    Her wriggling was getting quite annoying, the man gripping her wrist tighter as he yanked her closer.

    "That's enough," he hissed, ignoring the crunch of her watch as he crushed it beneath his boot. "Let's go say hello to daddy dearest."

    Kicking open her door he stalked down the stairs to the main hub of activity. Sombra stood with her arms crossed and an infuriatingly smug grin on her face in the middle of the office room, a dozen different computer screens flashing the JenGEN logo around her. At her feet was Karif Tahan, whose careful eyes were watching another figure - Moira.

    The girl's struggling pulled her father's gaze toward her, his jaw slackening as he feared for her life.

    "Farah . . ." he murmured her name, looking towards the white mask of her captor. "Let her go! I know that it is me you want. Please . . . just let my daughter go!"

    "Not quite, and not yet," Moira picked up a piece of paper on the desk, her eyes skimming its contents. "I am sure you are well aware of why we are here, Karif."

    "I can't say I do," Karif caught his daughter as Reaper threw her to him, Talon operators pointing their weapons at the pair. "You are already a very well-known geneticist, Moira. One of the best. Surely there is nothing I can do that you cannot."

    A bitter snort escaped the Irish woman. "As flattered as I am, there is indeed something you did that I have yet to accomplish." She looked over at him, a deep frown settling on her face as she spotted Farah. "Where is the twin?"

    "Not home," Reaper answered, his mask turned toward the scientist. "The perimeter is secured - should she return, we will have a . . . welcome home present waiting for her."

    "Don't hurt them," Karif begged. "I will do whatever you want - whatever Talon wants - just leave my daughters alone."

    "Unfortunately for you, they are the ones we need," Moira stalked over, kneeling in front of the terrified Farah. Blue and red heterochromatic eyes met Farah's own pair, the woman grinning maliciously. "Well, one of them anyway. It is no secret that you and your wife focused solely on human genetics, and new intel suggests that you intentionally created identical twins for the sole purpose of testing - what kind, well, we'll find out. You thought you could play God."

    Farah whined in terror as metal claws clasped her face, the sharp edges digging into her skin as Moira forced her to look at her head on.

    "But the question is  . . . which one did you engineer? And which one is the control?" She purred. Letting go of Farah, she stood. "You can make this easy - either you tell us which one it was, or Sombra can look through your files. The latter, of course, will uncover some rather nasty stuff. If you would rather that was kept secret, I suggest you spill."

    "Papa, what is she talking about?" Farah gazed at her father.

    Moira laughed. "What a good little scientist, not telling your participants that they are partaking in an experiment. No matter, they know now. So spill it, Karif. Or we expose you."

    The man closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. Moira counted to ten before signaling to Sombra, the hacker scoffing before turning her attention to one of the computers.

    Unexpectedly, one of the Talon trooper's radios went off, another speaking quickly and in a slight panic.

    "We've got a situation out here!"

    The female geneticist raised an eyebrow, looking at Sombra.

    "Show us the security feeds."

    In a flash the Latina pulled up the various cameras in the house, Farah setting her jaw a little. Now, she wondered if the cameras were for their safety . . . or to watch them like rats in a cage.

    A Talon soldier was shooting at a figure down the hall, Asha rushing towards him with a shield projector strapped to her wrist and deflecting the bullets. In her other hand was a metal baseball bat, the girl using it with deadly accuracy and precision. As soon as she got in range of the intruder she pushed past his guard, deactivating her shield as her bat swung forward, clubbing him in the head with a crack that made a few of those present flinch.

    Moira quickly pressed a button on her communicator, hissing. "That's the second twin, you fools. I want her here alive!"

    "I will go retrieve her," Reaper volunteered, dissolving to mist before their very eyes and slithering out the door. Farah gazed at the monitor screens in terror as she watched Asha dispatch Talon operatives one at a time. Moira also watched, raising an eyebrow as the young woman viciously tore through the home in search of her family.

    "Now this is interesting," she crooned, gazing at Karif. "I would not have expected the daughter of a recluse to be so well versed in combat. Especially only one of them when compared to the other."

    She eyed Farah, the questions obvious in her mind. Clearly, Farah sported a genetic mutation that would make it obvious she was the experiment. But Asha was going against well-trained soldiers and dispatching them with ease, as if she was born to do so. Made, even.

    "I am looking through his files right now," Sombra announced, flicking through each one almost at impossible speeds. "But there is nothing here to say which one is which."

    "Keep looking," Moira instructed, her patience obviously being slightly worn down. "But . . . given they are identical twins, I am sure he created some way to tell them apart. A phenotypic mutation in the code, perhaps."

    Her cold gaze refocused on Farah. The twin could not look at her, gazing at the floor as her heart fluttered in terror. Not only were she and Asha some kind of experiments, they were wanted by Talon, a known terrorist organization.

     Asha snarled as she beat down another guard, three more advancing. They had put their weapons away, which was an immediate red flag, but she was not leaving without finding Farah. Slipping into a defensive position she brought her shield up, ready to just simply beat them with it.

    "You won't be needing that."

    She shrieked as a massive black glove came from behind her, gripping the shield generator and breaking it with little effort. The English also startled her, as its clearly native speaker gave her a very limited number of possibilities as to who it could be behind her - and her options were grim.

    A thick arm wrapped around her middle, the other Talon operatives pausing to let their leader personally deal with the target. Asha refused to go down easily, her fingers wrapping around the middle knuckle of her captor's pointer. Before he could react she yanked the finger back, feeling the pop as it was pulled from its joint socket and broken free.

    The resulting scream was louder than she anticipated, a string of curses followed by her being slammed against the wall following. The extended arm gave her plenty of room to work with, the woman ignoring the dizziness as she lashed her foot out. The solid kick to the middle pushed her attacker back and released his grip that was on her hair.

    Spinning around she picked up her metal baseball bat and swung it, barely missing Reaper's cold white mask. Fear seized her heart without her permission, her instructor's words floating through her mind.

    "Out of all of them, Reaper is the one you should never, ever engage. He is dangerous, deadly, and nearly impossible to kill. You are better off retreating and fortifying yourself than attempting hand to hand combat. Because he will beat you."

    Taking that advice into consideration, she instead swung again and smashed the bat into the side of a Talon trooper's helmet, grabbing the gun from their holster and quickly blasting the other two with direct hits to the chest. Their bodies had not even hit the floor before she burst into a straight sprint.

    "Farah!" She screamed.

    Reaper snarled as she ran, quickly dissolving back into his wraith form as he pursued her. His finger hurt like hell, and he was going to make her pay with a hand for that!

    Moira watched with amusement from the office space, Sombra actually laughing aloud as the scene played out.

    "Now that is badass. I would pay just to have seen that in person!" She crowed.

    While they were distracted, Karif turned to his daughter. In her hand he slid a flashdrive, his dark eyes begging for her to remain quiet.

    "The future," he whispered to her in Arabic.

    "Have you found the data yet?" Moira asked Sombra, just a little snippy. "We have no idea if Overwatch is going to come, and I would rather have this be as clean as possible."

    "I am getting there, mandón," Sombra huffed with a roll of her eyes. "But you have to be patient. There is over twenty-eight years of stuff in here! But," she grinned. "This is some interesting stuff. I mean, you genetically engineered Reaper, but this . . . this is the next step in your work! How to make heroes from scratch - and without fancy tech."

    "Genetically engineered super-soldiers," Moira gazed at the screen. "I think we found our girl."

    As if on cue, Asha slammed into the room. She paused when she saw all of the Talon operatives, their weaponry pointed towards her sister and father. Her deep brown eyes flickered towards Moira and Sombra, the former of which took in her sweaty, muscular form with new appreciation. Chills crawled up her spine, the young woman snarling.

    "Let my family go."

    "In time," Moira said coolly. She watched as Reaper appeared behind Asha, the girl stiffening in response. She was too slow, however, as the man grabbed her shoulder and kicked her legs out from under her, slamming her face into the floor. His heel then smashed into her wrist, the killer digging his knee into her back whilst his hand reached for hers, fully intending to break it.

    "Reaper, do not damage her," he growled as the red-head geneticist reprimanded him. He snapped his head up to glare at her, even as she continued to speak. "She is possibly the one we want. And I would rather you didn't damage her more than necessary."

    "She broke my finger," he snarled.

    Moira rolled her eyes. Extending her left hand she aimed a yellow beam in his direction, the man grunting as it swept through him. His finger did stop throbbing, and it affixed itself back into place without issue, but he was still mad.

    "There, all better," Moira spoke condescendingly. "Now you can stop whining. Sombra, are you finished?"

    "I have searched the whole database," the Latina announced, sounding displeased. "Nothing. Not even a little note!"

    "Well, then, I suppose it is up to our friend to tell us," Moira glared at Karif. "Which one is it, Kharif? Or perhaps, I should take both of them?"

    "What are you talking about?" Asha squirmed beneath Reaper, who used little effort to keep her pinned. "What do you want with my family?!"

    Farah looked to her father, terrified. He still had yet to say which one it was, and Farah truly wondered who it could be. Yes, she was the smart one - even Asha admitted that - but if what her father's files had said was true . . . then Asha was a super-soldier. Possibly with abilities neither of them knew about.

    Karif felt his hands trembling, and he slowly stood on both of his feet. Moira waited for his response, preparing to give the order to just extract them both. He was obviously stalling, and after Asha blew a hole in their defenses, that left the facility ripe for Overwatch heroics. That was something she could not have. He looked to his daughters.

    "Forgive me, my loves," he whispered, turning to Moira to tell her the truth.

    A gunshot interrupted them, all heads turning in shock as Reaper gave a strangled gasp of pain. He groaned, standing on shaking legs as blood gushed from the hole in his abdomen. Asha gripped one of his shotguns, the sly woman somehow having gotten a handle on it. And got the drop on Reaper.

    She immediately pointed her gun at Moira and Sombra, the latter of which held her hands up. The other operatives turned and aimed their weapons at her, Moira raising a single hand to stop them from firing. The geneticist tilted her head and grinned, thoroughly impressed and not necessarily concerned as Reaper fell on the ground behind the twin. He would survive for at least a few more minutes.

    "Farah," Asha said simply. She had the upper hand, as the shotgun in close quarters would kill multiple people with one shot - and nobody was going to test her on whether or not she would open fire. She would, and Moira was certain Farah or Karif had tech to protect themselves if need be.

    The twin quickly rushed to her sister, Asha wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

    "Go," Karif instructed before his daughter could tell him to join her. "Protect Farah, and go. I will be fine here."

    "They'll kill you!" Farah cried.

    "Come, father," Asha insisted. "We can get out of here -"

    "Don't argue, and go!" Karif snapped, leaving no further room for argument. "Keep her safe, Asha. And do not return here ever again, not for anything or anyone."

    Asha grit her teeth, both upset and hurt. Of course, keep her safe, protect Farah would be his prerogative. That was what she trained for. Protect her twin, whom she did love dearly. But her father wanted it because she was his future. Not because he loved her, though Asha wanted to think that was a part of it.

    "Let's go," Asha finally backed out of the room, still wielding Reaper's gun. As soon as they stepped past the threshold she closed the door, the cold metal closing between them and their assailants.

    "How embarrassing," Sombra could not help but chuckle as Reaper groaned and shifted, his arms still wrapped around his torn open middle. A sizeable puddle of blood was pooling around him, and was growing bigger with each passing second. "The scary Reaper, shot by one of his own guns!"

    "Shut up," he snarled at her, flinching as the golden light washed over him again and healed his body.

    "And that is twice now, all within the last five minutes," Moira chided. "But, it appears as though we have found our target. Though, now they have become targets."

    She looked towards Karif, scoffing. "You are truly a pathetic man, Karif. You would rather sacrifice your years of work to us than your own life. I expected more of a fight from you."

    "You know more than anyone that experiments can be replicated," the man answered, giving her a glare. "My life cannot be."

    "Oh, it can," Moira said, her smile sending chills through the man. "I will make sure of it - in my own laboratory, of course."

    Karif's eyes widened as Reaper materialized beside him, feeling the cold barrel of the man's gun on his head.

    "Wait-"

    Reaper did not give him the chance, the loud boom of the gun shortly followed by the thump of the scientist falling to the ground.

    "Sombra, download everything on his harddrives," Moira instructed, turning away from the body. "I want every drop of information on these experiments. Then, we will find those girls."