The beast within

Part 6

*a few months later..*
It's been 5 months since I killed kirko, overwatch never knew it was I who did it, they just though I disappeared but I went back to my real home.talon.My mother had to do some tests and experiments on me but I didn't care, I just felt the urge to kill. I wanted blood to paint the streets red. I wanted to cause a little bit of mischief;) , it's been a while since I let my real side show, talon called it "the fall" I basically lose control of my body and rip apart anything in my way once Moira or any talon member points at the enemy and yell "HUNT!" I don't really remeber much of what happens when I'm in the fall, I hear story's from talon agents saying I killed a entire team of 200+ overwatch agents in the space of 10 mins, like wow..I'm capable of that.some think I'm  ready to face overwatch in the final battle.Talon didn't think I was ready yet, but I knew I was. For The final battle.talon vs overwatch. I decided to spend the day training , letting the smooth vibrations find my feet letting me pinpoint anything behind me, now when I did my first mission I lost my sight in my left eye, so I've been using a blindfold to try let my feet do all the work, incase I ever get struck down again. I've started to get a hang of using a small sword when my fists are not enough, a fine sharp steal blade with a handle made of rope and dried blood. The blade can slice threw anything from bullets to even omnics. Now I get it.I'm not the good guy of this story and I have the scars to prove it.I'll never be the good guy, not in this life or the next... I don't fear death,but this thing...is beyond death. I've never told you guys about this but I have a half brother. Never seen before by overwatch, well not yet. Its eyes where a cold stare, human yes but a machine was behind the thoughts. Its right arm a warped human claw, its left arm a plain steel omnic arm and its chest being a wide open gap showing a beating omnic heart with strands of flesh barely covering it. It's mouth stitch shut with cold metal wiring, and it's clothes only being ragged parts. Death doesn't fear it, it is petrified of it. He was brought to us when I was 14, Moira Ofc experimented with him, when I first met him he was curious about my age but then quickly disregarded me like everyone else. Now I'm telling you about this because he was watching me train.watching every step and movement I did, trying to cause distractions by pounding on the wall but it failed, I know what it feels like when he does that. Now I'm telling you this not only cause he's a volatile threat, but because there is an intelligence behind that Primal behaviour. For a few year ago while I was training, this creature would slowly scrape its claws against the cold steel walls, throw its orbs near my head and begin to whistle, not a normal whistle. A whistle of the damned, full of misery and pain according to some soldiers nearby. It was testing my concentration, testing my ability to stay focused and while I succeeded, it screamed agony in its failure before throwing a steel testing dummy at me. It has intelligence, but how intelligent it is I truly can't say. I should probably bring you stop messing around now and tell you about the battle.now let's see if I rember this well.