I'm Sorry

Part 24

Widowmaker's eyes widened in horror, Sombra's face twisted into disbelief, and Priscilla only smirked victoriously. Reaper was lost for words.

Angela's closed eyes slowly opened. There's the gunshot, but why didn't she felt any pain? She already saw a pool of blood near her,

But it wasn't hers.

Sounds of wheezing was heard, and she could see where the thud was coming from.

Reaper fell on the floor, gasping for life. His blood came overflowing from his body, slowly flowed its way towards her. Widowmaker and Sombra already ran towards him, and Angela looked at the woman before her.

The gun that pointed at her just now, now pointed where Reaper was standing. Angela watched in horror, as Priscilla stood up and walked towards the fallen man. Reaper reached his hand towards her, but she quickly pushed it away once she already got close enough. She went down on one knee, touching the blood that still flowing out from his body, and she looked at him with a smug grin.

"Would you look at him, Angela? Pathetic. Don't you feel sorry for this guy?" She turned to look at the horrified doctor, but she saw that the doctor was speechless.

"Get away from him, Priscilla..." Widowmaker spoke with a sting, but she ignored her. Priscilla knew, Widowmaker couldn't hurt her even if she tried.

Because she, is the boss' favorite.

"Looks like the bullet is doing its magic. Who knew the infamous Reaper got killed.... by a bullet. But on second thought, you already felt death before, am I right, Reaper? So this thing shouldn't be new to you already." She looked at Reaper, almost dying.

"W-Wha...?" Angela spoke in a soft manner, dumbfounded. Priscilla turned towards her again.Then something clicked in her mind. She gave her a sly grin before she asked.

"Oh, he didn't show you his face?" Once again, no answer. Priscilla let out a hearty but evil laugh, then she turned back to Reaper.

"That's very low of you, Reaper." She could see his body tensed weakly as he knew what she was going to do next.

"As a good friend, Angela... Let me show you something that you never expected to see." Her hand reached for his mask, Reaper couldn't fight, and Sombra and Widowmaker was too slow to response on the sudden move.

"N-No..." Reaper softly pleaded.

"I want you to look at his true face, Angela. The true face of a monster." Angela's eyes went from Priscilla then to the mask, she was dumbfounded. She didn't know what was happening right now, but her heart was thumping inside her chest as if was about to explode.

"But of course, every monster has their creator right? Let us see the reunion between the creator and its creation!"

With a yank on the mask, everything froze.

Angela looked at him.

Still couldn't believe her eyes.

She must be dreaming.

"G-Gabriel...?"

Reaper didn't look at her, life was drained from his face, his breath was still ragged. He was still fighting for his immortal life, but his eyes glared at the woman who was holding his mask. Priscilla threw the mask away and got up, shifted her weight on her other leg while a hand rested on her hip.

"Aww... what a touching reunion. Too bad I have to cut it short for you. And by short, tick tock Angela... he's gonna die. The bullet's gonna drain all the life out of him until he's nothing but a husk, just like his victims. If you're not gonna tell us, then show us how you bring dead people to life, and of course; he will be the perfect specimen... like he was to you few years ago...."