Spend Some Time ~WidowTracer~

Chapter Five

~Widowmaker~

I gain no pleasure in watching the events which occur in Tracers apartment.

However, a job's a job.

This job isn't one for Talon, although. It's a job for me, to recover who I was. Who I am. So, if it means taking a life that doesn't need to be taken, one so young and who has just started experiencing the world-

-then so be it.

Widows Kiss is at the ready, currently between two tree branches, and I take a single deep breath. The only breath I need. Without a second thought, I pull the trigger. In only milliseconds, the glass has a .762 millimeter hole in it, and a brown haired girl slumps to the ground, her blood splattered on the wall, and presumably collecting in a puddle under her head. I watch her partner gasp and scream, rolling off the bed and pulling a pistol from the nightstand.

Slinging the rifle over my back, I collect my toxic mine and go down two levels in the parking garage, entering the sleek black Corvette.

"Where to, Widowmaker?" The driver asks, looking back at me. I store Widows Kiss back into it's case before glancing back up at the driver. He was young, no older than I. Coffee brown hair was all I could see, but I could also see the makings of a standard two piece suit.

"The library." I respond, averting my gaze to the window.

"And may I ask why?" He asks, tightening his grip on the wheel. I could tell he was nervous, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor guy, who has no doubt never been a getaway driver.

"I need to... Search for something." I state, being as vague as possible.

"Okay." He says, pulling out of the parking space.

I slowly fall asleep to the purr of the cars engine, and the ease at which he maneuvers the vehicle.

~Tracer~

When I saw the pool of blood, I screamed, not caring of the other inhabitants sleep. Blood covered the bedspread and the wall, slowly seeping into the carpet. I knew there was nothing I could do, it was already too late. And the hole in her head, was all the confirmation I needed on who did this. Why, would even someone with a heart like hers, kill an innocent child?

I stopped my blubbering, rolling off the bed and grabbing a pistol. I screamed when I fell onto her, s I rolled away. Blood coated my chest and arms, and was matted in my hair. I didn't care. She wasn't getting away. I pulled on a long sweater and threw a bottle at the window, shattering it, and blinked out. I would catch her. She will answer to this.

Red filled my vision, and long after my chronal accelerator stopped working, adrenaline kept my legs pumping. I eventually stood in the middle of a crosswalk, spinning in circles. Looking for cars to fancy for this area, looking for a glint, eight red glowing lights, something.

"Where are you Widowmaker!?" I screamed, ignoring the sideways glances and the panicked look on people's faces. I cared not for what I looked like.

"Come on then!?" I yell. Someone vaulted over a car and grabbed onto me, holding me tightly as I sobbed into his shirt. The familiar smell of alcohol and sweat greeted me, and I looked up.

"Lucio..." I sigh, holding onto him.

"Don't worry Short-Stop, I got you." He soothes, escorting me away from the streets.

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"What happened?" Lucio asks me, escorting me back to my apartment, where a certain Shimada brother cleaned the blood. His cybernetic limbs worked effortlessly, his mask hiding his true emotions.

"Widowmaker happened." I reply dully.

"How do you know?" He responds.

"She's right, DJ. It was a .768, not available anywhere on the civilian market anymore." Gengi states, carrying Hanas limp body as if it was a toy.

"She's still an agent." He says, pulling a pink flare from a pouch on his side. Right, he's the coldest of all of us, so he lights the funeral flares. Which would then draw a helicopter, which would escort the body to be cremated. Who'd get her ashes? Surely her family back in Korea.

The cyborg places a cold, metal hand on my shoulder. "She was a good kid. And so are you. Now, go get cleaned up." He says, walking away. "I'll send Lucio for you before I light the flare so you can say your farewells." He states, walking down the hallway.

I look after him. It's sad how one who is inhuman, is still capable of being more human then a human.