Raven

Raven
Biographical information
Homeworld	Earth
Birth	3/25/12
Died
Family	Wolfwood
Occupation(s)	Former-UNIT: Japan special agent, Overwatch
Alias	Matsuro Katsu
Physical description
Species	Overwatch
Gender	Female
Hair color	black
Eye color	blue/green
Height	4'2
Statistics
Weapon(s)	Cherokee Tomahawk, Colt 1911
Abilities	lightning-fast movement
Affiliation	None.
First Appearance

Matsuro worked closely with Brad London, and was part of his 405th Timberwolf Air Solutions division.

In the beginning.

Bright light slowly penetrated awareness until it was dazzling painfully, thousands of pinpoint knives stabbing at her eyes. She could barely see the dark blob that appeared, nor did she connect the series of sounds with anything at all other than noise.

There was a high screeching sound, and then blackness again.

There was light again, not as bright as before. It was there for a while, and although it as painful at first, later it didn't hurt anymore.

It is light? she thought, and half of her wanted to run as far from the light as possible. But the desire to go toward it was just as strong.

There were noises around her, but this time she could make some sense of them. Beeps mostly, and something more...human.

Then “Can you hear me?”

A dark spot in the light was over her, and the voice seemed to come from there. She realized she aught to respond, but her mouth opened and nothing intelligible came out.

“She's trying to speak, Doctor!”

“Good, good. That's very good.”

She tried again, and heard only a strangled gurgle.

“It's alright, we haven't programmed your speech production yet.”

But she much have eloquent speech! She had to communicate how wrong this all was! She tried to move a hand, and realized she couldn't move. Able only to turn her head, she saw wires everywhere. It was all so wrong! She wanted to demand things! She wanted to destroy it all, or at least hit something! No, she wanted to go back to the dark, and...and what?

There was a burst of something, and she was able to get her hand around where the voice came from. Then there was screaming and movement and chaos, and then more blackness.

This time, the light didn't hurt, and she was in a chair. She opened her eyes and looked around. It was a bare, white room, with a table in front of her and a shiny surface down one side. It made her feel strange, and prickly. There was a clicking sound and a girl in a lab coat, glasses, and odd hair appeared. She looked at her apprehensively, took a deep breath, and walked to the chair and sat down.

“Hello, Matsuro. Do you understand me?”

“..Y...es. Yes.”

“That's good. My name is Hakase Satomi.”

“Matsuro...that's my name?”

Hakase nodded “Yes. Katsu Matsuro.”

She was uncomfortable. She could move her arms, but not her legs or torso.

"I can't move.”

“That's correct. There were...accidents the other times we woke you up. This way you or I won't get hurt.”

“I don't understand.”

“It's going to be alright, we're not going to hurt you.”

Satomi straightened her glasses, and a movement to the right caught Matsuro's eye. She turned her head and stared at the other Satomi on the wall. But there was also another girl there, with matted black hair and wide, strange eyes. She was strapped to a chair, too. Then it occurred to her that the shiny surface was mirrors. Mirrors were surfaces that reflected whatever was in front of them. So the girl in the mirror were just reflections, of Satomi...and her. She stared at her reflection, feeling uneasy.

“Matsuro. Matsuro!”

She looked at the real Satomi again, and tried to listen as she talked about something called UNIT, projects, and missions. But she could feel the mirror with her skin, and eventually just stared at it fiercely, since she couldn't do anything else.

“Matsuro, do you understand what I said?”

Matsuro nodded absently, and Satomi sighed. She was beginning to doubt the success of this project as she watched the girl involuntarily clenching her fists and trying to stare down a mirror. Unless they could make crazy girl un-crazy enough to control her, this was going to go down the tubes, and fast. And right now, she wasn't staying the room with crazy girl any longer.

Matsuro stared at the mirror, not realizing Satomi as gone at first. Then something moved around her, and the restraints were gone. She immediately jumped out of the chair, before it could hold her again, and stared at it for a while before returning to the mirror's pricking gaze. The mirror was bad. Being around it was not good.

Eventually, she felt a solid wall against her back, then sidled away until she reached the corner, and it wasn't as bad there. She slid down to the floor, and it couldn't see her any more. But it was still there, and after a while she just couldn't take it any more.

She didn't know what was happening, but there was rage and screaming and other loud sounds. Shattering and red. Then a very tall blond man pointing something at her, and blackness.

(thanks to zairafirefly for the backstory =D)

Inferno Canto - The gates of hell.

WIP Jealousy is a messy thing. She'd tried to kill a man she loved once, all because he had changed. He now had someone else and that was something she could not allow.

And he shot her dead.

Lisa Miskovsky - Still Alive