Lovely, dear. [Gency]

Talon

THERE ARE THEMES OF TORTURE AND A TINY BIT OF RACISM. ANYTHING FEATURED IN THIS CHAPTER IS NOT REPRESENTED BY ME, BUT BY THE CHARACTERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

"You failed!" He bellowed.

Vanessa's red hair draped around her face as it faced the cold, stone floor. She was on her knees, hands tied behind her back, black cargo pants with silver knee pads along with a white tank top, blood dripped from her mouth, a black eye adorned her along with a broken nose.

Snap

Vanessa inhaled deeply, trying to not scream or make noise from pain. His foot rested on her arched back. "Him, or you."

"Me." She said quickly. His blue eyes narrowed at her. He pushed his boot more and more into her back, leaning forwards towards her ear. "Fine." He growled, getting off and grabbing her restraints and forcing her to stand.

He pushed her forwards, making her walk. Reaper walked in, growling. "What in the hell are you doing?!" The cloaked man yelled. Vanessa looked up, a tired look on her face. Half of it was bloody. Reaper blinked, shaking his head. The man behind Vanessa smiled cruelty.

"Well, Vanessa failed, didnt she?" He replied, acting like it was no big deal. Reaper shadow-travelled forwards, grabbing the collar of his shirt when he reformed. "No one authorized this!" He bellowed again. Vanessa's eyes widened.

He still had his crooked smile on him, "maybe. But I know it will be. I thought I might as well take it into my own hands." He was immediately thrown to the ground. Vanessa came over weakly and immediately kicked his gut, knocking the wind out of him. "Fuck you." She hissed, spitting blood at him. Reaper put a hand in front of her, "that's enough." He huffed, and started to untie her restraints. "Go see Moira. I'll take care of this idiot." Reaper cracked his knuckles. Vanessa formed fists at her sides, but forced herself to walk away.

Vanessa limped in, Moira was focused on a rabbit, it squeaking as it tried to get away, but couldnt escape Morias iron grip. "Moria." Vanessa addressed, standing at the doorway, catching her attention.

"My, my. Agent Trodaire. What'd you do this time?" She smiled crookedly. "Fuirich air falbh." Vanessa hissed threateningly, grunting as she put herself on the single hospital bed in the doctors office. Moira chuckled, walking over with a cloth and started wiping the blood off the young warriors face.

Vanessa sat still, her breathing was shallow. Moira then stepped back and tried reaching for her shirt, attempting to pull it off. "Ay! Watch it!" Vanessa snapped. Moira growled, "fine, take it off yourself."

Vanessa seemed hesitant. "I'm a doctor, Vanessa. Do I really need to give you this talk?"
Moira teased. "Fine, piss off." Vanessa took off her own top. Moira moved the young girls hair and moved her so Vanessa's back faced the doctor. Her trained eyes widened, seeing the ugly scars, faded whip marks along with red and black marks all along it.

"What did you do?" Moira whispered. Vanessa sighed, "none of your business," she hissed. Moira frowned, and sighed as well, walking away and coming back with ointment. "Put this on your marks and it'll relieve the pain." Moira put it down and bandaged Vanessa, handing her shirt back. Vanessa was quick to put it on and quickly got up and limped out of the room.

Vanessa went to the training room immediately, limping her way angrily. Not only was she angry at life in general, she was angry at herself.

"Drink, madam?"

"What did I tell you?" Vanessa hissed at the robot. He bowed, "I can't help it. Sombra made it so." The robot spoke. "Of course she did." Vanessa muttered. "If you have to follow me, then stay out of my way." She snapped. "What's wrong, madam?" He guessed.

"I don't know, why do you think?" Vanessa rolled her eyes sarcastically, bandaging her hands. The robot didn't pick it up. "Well madam, I take it the mission didn't go well?"

"Of course it didn't, Broehain. I not only injure myself, I let the two bastards go! They lived!" Vanessa roared in fury, punching the punching bag furiously. Broehains eyes dimmed, "aren't you injured, madam?" He said. Vanessa glanced over, "go away, Broehain." She replied. He raised one of his fingers, "I-"

"I know." Vanessa growled, kicking the bag, yelping as the leg she was standing on gave out. Broehain was quick to catch the large woman. She was stunned for a moment but quickly got up.

The red-head started to limp away. "If you let me assist you madam I could be-"

"No."

"But-"

"No." Vanessa snapped at him. "Stop being such an asshole, let the poor little omnic assist you." Sombra teased. Vanessa's nose wrinkled up, "thought I smelled dog." She hissed. "Oo, that hurt. Try it again, Vanessa." Sombra laughed. "Sombra." Reaper walked in and put a hand on Vanessa shoulder. "You're dismissed."

"Oh cmon Gabbey-"

"Dismissed."

"Fine." Sombra narrowed her eyes and walked down the hall. Vanessa pushed Reapers hand off. "Am I dismissed, sir?" Broehain asked. Reaper looked him up and down. "No." He replied, turning to Vanessa. "You get some rest, Akande has some words with you in the morning." Reaper said, and walked away.

Vanessa watched him go. "Don't feel bad, madam. Like the master says, 'you get stronger from defeat.' Correct?"

"Right." Vanessa sighed, opening the door to her quarters. Broehain followed her in, and they settled for the night