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It all started with overwatch, they said they would help you, not turn you into a weapon.
your currently being moved from your previous cell, probably for trying to kill your cellmate when they woke me up.
you was pushed into the room, it was dim, lights flickering, as your tail lashing at the ground in annoyance, a low snarl pulling at your lips, before turning back around and glaring at the guard who was now scrambling away from the cell…?
“Hmm? I've been on good behavior, wonder why that guard is running?”
you thought before turning back around and wandering around the cell for a bit, it didn’t have any windows. you made a mental note of that for later before the cell door shuts and locks with a click
Bored, you decide to wander around the cell again , it seems like someone else is kept in here, it also seems like you’ve been moved to a high security prison cell. Then out of nowhere your thoughts are interrupted by a large fist making contact with the back of your head and you fell forward before whipping around and lashing the blade part of your tail at the attacker, but the attacker grabs hold of the base of the tail and used it to throw you into a wall, before punching and kicking me over and over until I coughed blood
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
You roared out in pain, Tears pricking at your eyes. Before you managed to unsheathe your talons and force your hands to claw at the person’s skin, a loud growl escapes your throat as you were about to plunge your talons into the man's skin, before you decided against it and jumping onto the wall, your talons dug into the wall as you start to scale it and make your way to a vent you saw just a few minutes earlier, A low growl from the large man below you snapped out of your thoughts. You start trying to force it open for you to climb in.
“Running will do you no good.”
The man's voice was deep, with a rumbling hint to it, before he noticed your tail and grabbed it and yanking you back down with inhuman strength, causing you to yell out in pain. Before the man starts to beat you down again. you remained conscious as the large man beat you, your tail twitching a bit as you snarl at him, before getting a harsh kick to the head, causing part of your forehead to bust open and bleed.
I blink, blood running down your face from the beating you've just endured. A feral glint in your eyes. The man in front of you, the person who beat you like this, all black, blue, and red. The man was none other then.
The Doomfist also known as Akande Ogundimu
He had a look on his face that you couldn't quite read, it almost looked like.. Confusion?...
Why would he be confused? Was he confused as to why you weren’t pleading for mercy, was it because of your talons and tail? What you're confused about is why did he beat you up for no reason? That was all you needed to know to hate this man. we stayed in awkward silence before you broke it, saying
“You just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning or what?”
“Why aren’t you asking for mercy?”
“..excuse me?”
“With how brutally I beat you, you should be on your knees pleading for me to spare you, why aren’t you”
“Maybe I just don’t care? I mean we’re in prison”
you chuckled softly at this exchange as your lips curled up into a sly grin, like you weren’t just being beaten within an inch of your life by this man, your tail flicking at the air behind you as silence engulfed the both of us once again. You were still bleeding from your busted forehead, but doomfist’s expression was one of confusion as he cocked his head to the side, seemingly trying to understand how you work
“I’ve noticed we’re in prison, demon”
“Not a demon, Doomfist”
“Then what are you?”
“Why don’t cha guess?”
“I have no time for games”
“You’re in prison”
“...”
With his silence you chuckled softly again, a sly smirk appearing on your face, as your tail flicks around at the air behind you, a way to get a better feel for your surroundings, Doomfist’s eyes narrow at you, before two guards knock on the cell door, and we both go to the back of the cell and are pat down, but the guard assigned to pat you down is very wary and hesitant with touching you, and doesn’t do a good job at patting you down, and now it's time for an hour of recreation time. Well Doomfist got recreation time. you was taken to the prison doctor to get patched up.
While getting patched up by the doctor
your Tail lashed at the ground as you hissed in pain, the thing the prison doctor was using to disinfect your busted forehead stung and you just wanted it to be over with, and the doctor's smug smile wasn’t helping you were gonna break out.. One day, you’ll be free again, and then. you’ll get revenge on all those who’ve crossed you. Including that DAMNED Doomfist
“You’re head will be fine, now shoo”
you're snapped out of your thoughts by the doctor's voice and you nod, before leaving and get escorted back to your cell by a guard, your tail swaying gently behind you as we walk. Once you were back in your cell, you jumped up and sunk your talons into the top corner of the wall, before clawing a shallow nook in it. you didn’t wanna get randomly jumped by Doomfist again, That shit hurt. While you waited for Doomfist to get back to the cell, which would be at the end of the hour, more time than you thought passed as you watched the cell door. Waiting for Doomfist to get back
Carefully dropping down from the little nook in the wall, you looked around the cell. It was pretty nice for The Doomfist to be staying in it, well technically I’m now being held in here too. But that's not important. What's important right now is getting a good idea of the cell so you have a good idea on what my surroundings look and feel like. So in case that fucker tries anything again, you can use what's around you to stand more of a chance
“All patched up I see”
Oh Shit…
“Yes…. Do you need something?”
Please for the love of god, don’t say you need something
“No, but.. You look.. Angry? Rageful? It’s fascinating”
What the fuck did he just say?.. What does that even mean?
you took a breath, your tail flicking at the air in boredom, as your glare meets his calm, collected gaze. He was a big man, looked to be about 7,1. Broad shoulders, muscular arms and big hands, a built torso and strong legs… there was no way I would win if I tried to fight this man, even if it wasn’t a battle of brute strength. I would lose. you didn’t like that thought and shook it from your mind, before you broke the silence
“Really? And I though the, Talons, and Tail would make me ‘fascinating’ ”
“ Don’t get smart with me, it won’t end well for you”
“Oh? And what are you gonna do, all mighty Doomfist. Last I checked you were captured by tracer and that talking gorilla”
“They were strong individuals, and if you‘re trying to insult me, it’s not working”
What the fuck does he mean ‘were’?
“Who said I was trying to insult you”
The side of his mouth curled up into a sly grin. Like he knew something you didn’t… weird
We stayed in an uncomfortable silence for awhile, before the both of us were shaken from our thoughts when when a guard came by
“Lights out”
“But there's only one bed–”
“Figure it out”
…Well that guy was pissy, I looked back to Doomfist, before deciding I’m sleeping in that nook I clawed at the wall. I would probably fall while sleeping but I would rather that than share a bed with that man.
“Aren’t you getting in bed?”
“You were here first, you have it”
Shit that came out harsher then I meant it.
“A kind offer, but it would be rude of me to make you sleep in that shallow nook you made in the wall”
The audacity of this man!
“Oh and beating me down when you first met me wasn’t?”
“Someone’s salty”
I WONDER WHY ASSHOLE!!
“No shit”
And with that conversation over. you scale up the wall, into the shallow nook you made in the wall, before turning around and sitting in it, curling your tail around both of your legs for some comfort in this hell hole.