Junkrat X Roadhog Novels & Stories

roar, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. He must’ve emptied the clip. Jon ventured inside. The stink of gunpowder was thick. They were gone, all gone. Michael’s older brother was sitting hunched over in the front of the TV, a Road Runner cartoon playing on the screen. A hole the size of a human fist had been punctured into the back of his head. What was left of his brains dripped onto a pinhole ridden shirt.

The speaker, a grizzled Timberfang veteran named Jarrek, stepped forward and his lips were curled in disgust, “You saw it tear through our people. You saw the way it looked at us like prey. That’s not an Alpha anymore. That’s a monster, Murmurs began passing through the crowd, especially those in agreement with what was just said. From the crowd, another man called, “He’s not coming back from that. Rogues don’t just… stop. You know that,” “Exactly,” Jarrek said, inching closer to the chained rogue with careful steps as if it would suddenly jump at him any moment, "Those chains? They’re a joke. He gets free, we’re all dead. It's better to finish it now, before it finishes us,”

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

I bowed my head in defeat. "Why must you be so cruel to me?" BANG! I felt thick liquid pour onto my lap and my heart stopped for a moment. In front of me was a tall muscular man with long dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. His face was graceful but… in his right hand was the rogue from earlier who was taunting me. The muscles in his face were scrunched up and his head was bleeding. "Finally," The man spoke and I felt my body tingle with goosebumps. "I find my kill." With that, he crushed the man's head with his fist and it exploded, leaving behind splatters of blood as he tossed the body aside.

Suddenly I slammed into something with full force that sent me reeling backwards, before I could fall, I was grabbed by whatever had hit me and when I looked up I was staring into the red glowing eyes of a muscular Rogue. The figure in front of me was shirtless, the well defined abs on his stomach looking rock like as they balanced on his midsection. I watched the rise and fall of his massive chest as he breathed heavily, his hands curled into fists by his side. Jet balck hair surrounded his face but didn't hide the jaw definition or the fact that he was baring his fangs at me.

He gripped his wine glass like a lifeline. “Dad, these are the casello's brothers — Lorenzo and Alexei,” She said. “Enzo and Lex, this is my dad — Aron.” “Mr. Rumero is fine,” her dad said with a shortness that made Lilith peer at him. “I’ve always liked Mr. Rumero” Lora said, smiling as she attempted to diffuse whatever tension had built upon the arrival of both father and daughter. “I think it sounds like a superhero. But what would your superpower be, Mr. Rumero?”

I couldn’t tell if my speed hindered his ability to change or if the cocky shit believed I wasn’t a challenge, at least none where he needed to shift. A shot rang out, distracting Joggernut, what he reminded me of the guy from the X-Men cartoons I watched with the boys. As he peered over his shoulder, and that give me the opportunity I needed I jumped on his back, bringing him to the ground once again just as my teeth locked around his jugular, bearing down on his chest with my massive body I made damn sure he couldn’t move before I pulled with all my might ripping his throat out. Blood splattered everywhere, including the floor and my throat. The taste of his blood pooling in my mouth felt

this was a void. My carefully constructed plan had yielded a result, but it was a result that felt more crushing than any confrontation could have. I had been searching for a crack in his facade, a hint of the old connection. Instead, I had found a solid, impenetrable wall. The “chance” encounter had revealed a chilling truth: the Earnest I was looking for might no longer exist, or at least, he was so deeply buried that he was unrecognizable.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

He grunted every now and then and took a sip of his drink, his thoughts wavering far into space. Venom insisted that they came here for unknown reasons; and Raven had accepted not because he wanted to but because he knew Raven had the favour of the Scorpion Mafia family. A minute later, a cough could be heard from one of the guys. “I'm exhausted, man. I feel like I need a break,” he said. Venom darted his head to his direction, the grip on the glass of whiskey in his hands intensifying. “I don't recognise you, but I did notice you look alot like Soldier Jackson. Are you both related?“