Short/Full Stories Book 1

Black Blood

   Ragged breathing was heard suddenly a light brightened up in what looked to be a very plain bathroom. Light gray walls with a metal sink, toilet, and a shower, a mirror hung above the sink but a large crack crossed the mirror. Widowmaker stumbled towards the sink grabbing onto it with shaky purple fingers as she began to throw up what looked to be blotches of red blood mixed in with a darkening black, slowly she looked up staring at herself in the mirror. Her features were sharp and beautiful, her eyes like melted gold but the only subtle thing was the tips of her ears. Darkening to an almost black as well as her finger tips.

    Widowmaker usually went to her check ups, went through reconditioning but as of late Moira had halted the conditioning process as an experiment, to see how long the French woman could last without going through reconditioning. It had been 2 months. 2 months of no reconditioning and she was starting to feel the effects. Pain in the blackening places, her sharpened skills usually at 100% down by 25%. Her heart rate when she killed usually was at a very high speed but as of late it had felt... like nothing. No speed. None of that pleasure. Widowmaker hated it and Moira knew it. Moira was depriving her.

    The French woman may have hated going through reconditioning but it was the only thing keeping her alive. The only thing keeping her... Widowmaker and not Amelié. Widowmaker stayed there for several long minutes staring at herself, she slowly took in a deep breath before letting it out than quickly washed her mouth and exited the bathroom, shutting the lights off as she exited. Her room was small just the same as the bathroom. Light gray walls with a metal cot and a very thin mattress, a bedside metallic table with nothing but a lamp and a door to the right side of the room which led to the smallest closet ever which had 2 of Widowmakers catsuits.

     Talon wasn't keen on giving their... best agents nice things more specifically their weapons like Widowmaker, Reaper, and Sigma. Moira, Doomfist, and Sombra had the nicer things. Widow hesitated before taking a deep breath in and headed for the closet snatching up her Widow's Kiss, Visor, and gauntlet that held several of her compact venom mines as well as her grappling hook. She quickly snapped the visor on than the gauntlet before making her way out of the small Talon room and towards the drop ships. No guards stopped her, too afraid to even go anywhere near her seeing as Widowmaker had a reputation for killing anyone who ever got to close or tried to talk to her.

    Just as she was walking through the hallway the pain hit her roughly, she quickly grabbed onto the wall body trembling as her body begged to be reconditioned, to stop the black from spreading. To stop herself from dying. Taking several long deep breaths ,she shook her head of the fogginess spreading through her mind, and slowly forced herself up and through the halls refusing to give into the pain.

    The purple devilish woman entered the nearest empty drop ship, pulled out the pistol strapped to her thigh and headed for the cock pit. Quickly she pressed the gun to the pilot's head eyes narrowing down on him, "Listen closely... you are going to take me somewhere. You divert us elsewhere and I will blow your brains out." Widowmaker's hiss came out cold and cruel. The young pilot swallowed roughly and mumbled, "Y-Yes ma-ma'am!" He had no desire to die by the spider, especially when he had kids waiting for him at home, "W-Wh-Where would you l-like t-to go...?" He breathed out shakily eyes wide and afraid.

    Widowmaker chuckled lowly and dipped forward,  softly whispering in his ear, "England... King's Row." She had a certain... time jumping woman to meet. The pain in her finger tips becoming bearable for now but hopefully if this went the way Widowmaker wanted it too... Tracer could possibly ease the pain. An experiment. For herself.