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It’s the lingering weight in your chest. The feeling in the tips of your fingers. It’s when your throat dries completely and your feet can't hold you. You feel the tinge down your back and the crest of your cheeks set ablaze. Vertigo sets in and your heart is racing, beating, and then you’re no longer in control of your own body, you want to cry and scream at the same time. Eyes prickled with tears, this is love.

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Pharah killing it in a suit

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Here comes the devil

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“ All this talk about my Mother is making me uneasy…. ”

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I am the one who protects.

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𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚕?

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒́𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒́𝚌𝚒𝚕, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜!

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𝙳𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚣𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗.

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This had to be the dustiest battlefield Angela had seen, at times she could barely keep her eyes on the subject she was following, Pharah. Her eyes stung and burnt as she fought the urge to wipe it from her eyes. As she’d been told by the other, it only makes the burn worse. She wanted to call out to the other, voice hoarse, that the suit seemed to be acting strange, perhaps they should stop for a moment. She looked down, noting she was beginning to slip from altitude. She disconnected her stream from her teammate and raised her head, A barely audible voice carried through a hoarse and irritated throat.

〝 Go on ahead, I will call if I need you! 〞

Her descent began, she was coughing from the irritation, it felt like she’d almost lost all moisture in her throat. She would glide down to what she believed to be a safer spot, somewhere far from the battlefield that lie ahead, so she could examine the malfunctioning suit. Perhaps the sand and dust that was in the air had caused some sort of damage to it. The damnable burning sensation in her eyes made careful examination hard. Instinctively, she reached up to rub an eye.

What a mistake that was.

Immediately like sparks to a flame, her eye set ablaze. She cried out, unable to contain the pain it caused her. Her attention, momentarily taken from her suit or surroundings, solely on the now scratched eye causing her such pain. Voices came from the distance. She looked up, attempting to decipher if those voices were friendly or not. From hazy vision she swore she recognized a couple of voices and matched them with faces.

〝 Thank Gott you’re here! I was following Pharah, you see and my suit it- 〞

When they were close enough, Angela realized the horrible misinterpretation she’d made. It was too late to take it back. These were not friendly faces. They were the very thing they’d set out to diffuse, the enemy. Immediately, she pulled out her pistol, shooting blindly. The first blow she felt, the butt of a rifle on her forehead, sent her back a couple of steps. She cried out her name, sore throat tearing from inside, hoping she’d hear her desperate cries and come to her defense. She did not stop shooting. She was opposed to this, this isn’t what she wanted, but she couldn’t stop now, she would die here. The next blow, a fist across her face. Were they intentionally underestimating her? None the less, the blow cast her to a side for a moment. She cried out, it hurt. She forced herself to get back up, she forced herself to charge at them. She was met with a rifle butt to her chest, a blow that sent her coiling into herself. She screamed her name now, she could taste the blood, despite the dry. Tears streaming from stinging red eyes, she fought the pain to rise once more. She made one final charge, an unmistakable pain surged through her. It went straight through her shoulder. She didn’t hear the shot ring out, it couldn’t be! Yet, she was falling, backwards, away from them. Her once hazy vision was now dream-like. Before the impact with the soft sand, she looked down at her left side. There it was, a wound. How she wished she could reach for her staff, she wished she had the strength to call for help. She wished she hadn’t left the other in such a hurry, and what of the other? What would happen to her now? She contemplated this, listening to her surroundings. It seemed to her, at least, that she’d unintentionally landed in the midst of the battle, but how? The area had seemed clear and Pharah had continued ahead, hadn’t she? The last sight she had, was bombs surrounding her. She wondered, how long before they would hit her as well. Then, arms beneath her, that cradled her like a child. A voice. A light.

Perhaps an Angel had descended from heaven to end her suffering and pain. She had died on the battlefield, just as she’d lost her parents. She worried for the fate of her work, the fate of her friends, the fate of Overwatch itself. Their top medic now gone, would they be able to carry on? Would they miss her? Her friends. Her friends would mourn her loss. She’d touched so many lives, saved so many more. How would they feel? And those on the battlefield now! Oh God what would they do without her? She began to plead with the Angel, before succumbing to the immense amount of pain that filled every nerve of her body.

〝 Please, I must return, they need my help.. They will die out there alone.. 〞

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Weaving around them, the sandstorm seemed to appear out on nowhere. Should have expected it, they were in her territory after all. Calling back to her Angel Partner Comrade to stay close, Fareeha knew these winds could easily sweep Angela away. Hard wooden eyes looked over her broad shoulder back at her, the only thing she could see were those golden wings, unfurled, fading in and out of the dust

Firing rockets down at their enemies, screams filled her ears, lips pursed, eyes covered by a golden visor. It was them or her loved ones. Looking back again to make sure those wings were still behind her, sigh of relief leaving her nostrils. A bright healing stream connected the two of them, the stimulation was unexplainable, any wounds she got healed them selves seamlessly under her suit, she felt invincible!

Moving ahead, high above the ground, she spotted a team of them all gathered up… Thinking they might possibly be safe from this battle… Calling back for Angela to speed up as her rockets accelerated, not noticing the fact that they had disconnected at all. Fareeha’s mind was elsewhere, a smirk curled her lips up as her Raptora’s Wings opened up sending a devastating amount of rockets at the team below them. No survivors.

Getting ahead of herself, overextending her limits, she’d been found by a close group, this one…significantly larger than the last. They were no match for her, especially because she had her guardian angel. One of her jets took a good blow, but it was still functioning enough to keep her in the air, but unable to dodge the incoming attacks. Bullets splattered all over her suit, some cutting though to her skin, even digging into her tissue. Adrenaline kicked in, mistaking that for Angela’s Healing stream, breath heavy as she shot her rockets down at the opposing team. At this point she had bitten off MUCH more than she could chew, breath labored, body overheating…Why wasn’t… An overwhelming fear hit her in the stomach, feeling the nausea from it pulse from her core all the way to the tip of her tongue..

Angela..?

Fareeha was terrified to turn and ….

She wasn’t here..

The amount of Arabic curses that fell from her lips would make the very woman her panicked eyes searched for cringe. Flying up high, rockets struggling, Fareeha begged and pleaded for her rockets to hold up just a bit longer. Where were those golden wings? Where was her guardian angel? Searching. Please. Please be here. Please be alright. Nothing. There was nothing there, choked breath called for her partner, loud beating of her heart pounded in her ears. A bullet pierced her helmet, scraped a crossed her skin, Eyes and head now exposed to the harsh sands…

Then she heard it

Agonized screamed

Angela..

Propelling herself towards the voice, her screams were getting louder and more desperate. Oh god hold on a little bit longer for me … Please. Fareeha arrived on the scene in time to see the butt of a rile be shoved into Angela's stomach, stopping all of her noises, causing the woman to fall onto the ground… No movement. The sands prevented any further study into; if life had truly left the woman's body. They had stopped her screaming and started something else.

Something Fareeha hadn't felt before.

There was a rage behind dark, black eyes, she wasn't herself anymore Horus' anger pulsed through her veins, her blood boiled, her anger rose, she couldn't feel anything anymore. Her body was numb. Pulling the trigger on her rocket launcher at those who had taken her beloved. Not caring about how close she was and how much damage she was doing her herself. The recoil was nothing, she was immortal now that the gods had truly touched her with revenge. HOW DARE THEY?. Lifting one by the neck, his mouth moving, he looked like he was screaming, she threw him down with an extreme amount of power. Kneeing him in the stomach just as he had done to her only light of hope left. Feeling something break before pointing her launcher down at him and letting them fly. Whipping around to the next one, her eyes must have been red, rage personified, half of them ran. But no. There would be no survivors now. Now that Angela was gone she had nothing holding her to this would anymore. Boosting herself to catch up with them, swinging her launcher to know one down, pinning him, swinging her fists like her mother taught her, to PROTECT her family. She had failed. Blood and tears ran down her face. There was nothing left of Fareeha in this moment, that woman was gone. Breathing in pure hated, exhaling destruction, Fareeha was covered in red hot revenge.

Tense fingers laced with limp ones, a beat filled the room from the heart monitor next to them. This was a bad slip, perhaps the worst one yet. Angela has never been down this long.. She always came back smiling like the strong warrior she had to be. Never could she show a sign of weakness or else her team would falter. Fareeha never expected that of her, she appreciated Angela for her true self.

Dipping her head down, lips pressing so gently to that limp hand...Every time Fareeha closed her eyes she'd see blood on her hands, her blood. The thought of it made her chest tighten, stomach twinge.. she could be sick at the thought that this was all her fault. She DID this to Angela, Fareeha caused the Angel to have constant brushes with death... Should have protected her better..

Maybe if I left she would stop getting hurt..

#في الأحرف [ Ic ]#Tw: Violence #Tw: Blood #This is so much im sorry everyone