ᏞᎾsᏆ ᎥᏁ ᏆhᎬ ᎳᎾᎾᎠs

Possessed

Her eyes blinked, adjusting to the light as she tried to get rid of this clouded vision. She didn't feel well.. she didn't feel... like herself.

Her body lied on the gurney, the straps across holding her down snugly. She peaked up, her chest arching forward so she could look around the room. Same room, same silence from before.

The door made a loud creak noise, slowly opening to allow her to see the man before her. She cringed back, seeing the pale man come closer. His hair was almost as white as his skin, the skin surrounding his eyes were smudged out with blackness, red orbs placed in the center for eyes. He had a scar running down his left eye, the other one across his lips. His clothes were a deep red shade, he looked to be a soldier. Why did he look so dead? Had she done that to him?

"Ah, so that's what she did.. that's new.." He stated and by then she had realized whom he was. He was the grumpy man in the woods from before. He was in cahoots with the Witch? 

"What is happening?" Her words came out slowly, which confused her so. What had she done to her voice? Why was she so forcibly halted?

"You'll see soon enough" He made his way behind her, grabbing the handles of the gurney and beginning to push her out of the room. Hallways were ahead of them, long narrowed hallways with many rooms lining them. She threw her head back against the pillow and let out a breath. What had she gotten herself into?

Light shined against them as a chandelier hung above them, glimmering with the most beautiful diamonds Fareeha ever had seen. She sat up to see the Dining Table decorated with lots of dishes and silverware. Many chairs lined the tables' sides.

"Is that my darling Fareeha I see..?" The Witch's voice sang into the room, "lasst uns einen Blick auf dich werfen!" *

Fareeha laid down obediently, not sure why she had in the first place. She didn't feel in control of her actions anymore. It was uncanny to say the least.

"Mein Gott, you look just amazing~" She gushed once seeing the girl and pinched her cheeks. "You look so beautiful my little soldier, I cannot wait to test you out~"

Her cheeks blushed as she looked to the side, trying to regain herself. "I don't understand-"

"No need my dear. Now, let's get you off of this thing shall we?" Her smile softened as she snapped her fingers. The straps flung off, freeing the trapped bird. Fareeha sat up straight, looking over the Witch. Her cheeks were dusted rosy as well oddly enough.

"You can sit right next to me" She walked over to her chair in which was bigger than the rest and more extravagant. Fareeha followed unwillingly, taking a seat next to her. "Where is everyone else. I told them they needed to be here by now"

"They're coming, Angela" The grumpy man said in reply, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.

Fareeha could sense some tension between the two, but decided not to ask. Instead, she was more interested in what was happening. There were so many questions left unanswered.

"Angela is your name?" Fareeha turned to the Witch whom was already staring at her. Her elbows were rested on the table, with her head in her hands.

"Ah yes it is, of course you weren't supposed to know that until this afternoon's dinner.." She gave an evil side glance to the man and turned back to her, "That's Jack, you'll soon meet the others when they decide to arrive"

"We're here" The nostalgic deep toned voice rang in. It was the one that had accompanied Jack from before.

The young Amari turned to look behind her and saw him walk in. She gasped and drew back, frightened by the man's appearance.

He wore a deep black trench coat with the collar extended upwards past his horrendous pumpkin head. The flames within it burned brightly. Tons of belts decorated his lower region as followed with a pair deep colored pants with old fashioned metallic plated boots.

"What're you looking at?" He scoffed and made his way to sit further away from them.

Next came in the man from before with his bow and quiver of arrows. He sat next to Jack, followed by a woman with pale paper skin and long black hair. Her eyes a familiar deep red, with plump lips and perfect eyebrows. She was mildly curvy which was shown off by her black and red outfit.

Afterwards a gentle looking Omnic floated in, decorated in skeleton bones with sad yellow eyes. The last person to join was a monstrous armored man who stood the tallest of everyone else, the cracks in his armor glowing a cold blue light. A light blue flame surrounded his head, his white lifeless eyes shining through it.

By the looks of Angela, everyone was here, so she smiled and faced the oddities before us. "It's nice of you all to finally join, now we can finally properly welcome our beloved Fareeha"

They all looked less than pleased with this so she continued, "Fareeha; this is Gabriel but everyone calls him the Reaper~"

Gabriel looked less than pleased, grabbing food and placing it onto his plate. Angela didn't look happy with this, but kept her cool and continued to introduce the others.

"Anyways... this is Zen, Symmetra, Hanzo, Reinhardt.. we still have members missing, but you'll meet them soon enough Dear"

Fareeha nodded and looked around at the gang of misfits. They were all uninterested in her company. She found it strange how they were all different, did she create these beings herself?

"Eat whatever you'd like Fareeha, my darling" Angela herself began digging in, ignoring the confused looks her dearest had held so firmly through it all.

"So, you are the Mistress' lover...?" Symmetra said from her cup, giving an unamused look towards the woman. Her cheeks lit up, she began looking around nervously. Lover?

"Please, do not be silly, Satya.." Angela had given her a smirk of death before looking back down at her food. "Is that really the first question you are going to ask our new arrival?"

Fareeha looked down at her plate, trying to avoid the conflict between the two. She nearly jumped out of her seat when her reflection looked back at her. What had this woman done to her...

Her once beautiful brown eyes were replaced with a pair of white lifeless ones. Surrounding them, was a black fog in which blended with her now light purple skin. Her armor was glowing, little orbs descending upwards from the cracks in her armor only to have the process repeated. She gasped, quickly getting out of her seat, and flipping the plate off of the table. Most of them had jumped, frightened by the outburst. Angela gave a worried look, standing to comfort the girl.

"Don't touch me..!" She said firmly, swiping her arm away from the paler woman. Angela drew back, a look of hurt on her face. Fareeha needed to leave, she needed to get far away from here. Away from these crazies and weirdos. This woman...

She turned bursting through the double doors and darted out. Soldier quickly stood, but she silenced him, sitting back down. "Don't worry, Jack" She sighed messing with her plate, "She cannot leave.."

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  That's it for this chapter! So sorry for the wait, I'm currently working on the next one! Can we get some votes for this chapter? I would appreciate it much! Thanks for all the reads so far, almost 100! I'm so happy you guys and stay tuned for more c:
•Translations:
-Mein Gott~ My god
-lasst uns einen Blick auf dich werfen~ Lets take a look at you