Short/Full Stories Book 1

Moira's Creation

  Blood splattered the walls, bits of bone marrow and brain dripping slowly from the gunshot wound. An old white man with a graying beard was slumped back into his chair blood slowly dribbling from the wound that was centered perfectly in his head. He was a wealthy man but one that dabbled in forces he should not have been and in the process of his dabbling Talon had sent their greatest creation.

   Widowmaker stared at the man's dead body her hand tightly held onto the pistol, her golden eyes drifted towards the entrance where she could hear the guards running down the hall than turned right back to the man her gaze hard and cold, like ice that had been frozen way below the average freezing point. She had felt no remorse for the killing. In fact, she had felt the opposite of it. Pleasure. Widowmaker felt pleasure at the killing making her slow beating heart thump faster, slowly she holstered her weapon twitching her arm and making her way towards the shattered glass that led to the open city below. 5 stories up and yet Widow could easily survive the fall... with her grappling hook of course, she tilted her head when the guards slammed into the room but stepped towards the edge.

   Widowmaker took one step and began to fall, she used her grappling hook to latch onto the nearby building and began to rapple up until she landed onto the roof shooting a gaze back down to the office where she had killed the politician. The guards ran straight for the edge only to see no body on the ground below than each one of them glanced at each other before running back into the office. Widowmaker began to chuckle coldly to herself as she turned and began to make her way towards the Talon gunship that was awaiting for her, she pressed the button on the side of the ship and watched as the latch began to drop.

   Moira stood at the entrance staring as her creation entered the gunship, "Successful?" Moira questioned eyes narrowed on the blue woman to see if she could see any emotions. Anything that needed fixing... Widowmaker took one step into the gunship than slowly turned her gaze towards Moira eyes narrowing, ruthless coldness seen beneath the depths of her golden irises, "Bien sûr." Her tone just as cold as she was. Widow than snapped her gaze forward and began to head deeper into the Talon drop-ship.