Mercy's pov
I was making my way to Overwatch's make shift prison, really it was just a room at the end of a hallway with a thick glass panel seperating me and our only prisoner y/n. I decided to read his file while walking, y/n l/n former Overwatch agent, wanted for murder, arson, assault with a deadly weapon, assault with a potentially deadly weapon and assault with a weapon that no one thought could be deadly but unfortunately was
A/n tell me if you get the reference
Your pov
Guard: alright freak you got a visitor
I stood up from the corner of my room and started shuffling through to the glass screen to see this visitor, the guard pushed me forward into the room with his night stick 'note to self carve out his intestines when I get a chance' I turned my gaze over to the doctor and as soon as I did my eyes widened
Me: Angela it's been so long
Mercy: yes it has y/n
Me: aww come on what has you so sad that you can't crack a smile for an old friend
After i said that her calm expression immediately changed to one of anger
Mercy: WHAT
Mercy: how can you say that. After everything you've done do you expect me to just forget about it
She pointed down the scars on my arms
Mercy: you clearly haven't
I looked at my scars for a moment than looked back up at her chuckling
Mercy: what's so funny?
Me: you think I'm depressed? Think I'm suicidal?
Me: I didn't do these out of guilt
I smiled darkly at her
Me: these are just a tally of all the people I slaughtered
Her eyes widened and she abruptly got out of her seat
Mercy: I came here to see if your mental state could be helped
Mercy: and clearly it can't
Angela started to tear up
Mercy: I loved you but now you can rot
Me: and I still love you but if that's how you fell
She started walking away, the guard grabbed me from behind and started pushing into my room but I just smirked
Me: time to add another tally mark
I started strangling the guard with my handcuffs laughing manically whilst doing so
