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Widowmaker• Assassin

(Fluff)
(Warning: Mentions of Suicide)

Over the past few years, your life has slowly been falling apart to the point where you just couldn't take it anymore. You had been diagnosed with severe depression and you wanted to end your life but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. So instead, you decided you wanted someone else to do it for you.
Trying to find an assassin was extremely difficult and the dark web was quite confusing to navigate. However, eventually you were able to find a source. Talon. How had you not thought of it before? Of course they would have an assassin or two that was willing to do such a dirty job. It was one of the first few links you had found in the dark web, it was common sense that they wouldn't straight up advertise on Google or Bing. Even then it wasn't directly linked to the association, it seemed to be run by an agent there who's identity was concealed.
After nearly twenty minutes of trying to navigate the site, you were able to get contact information. Phone calls were too easily tracked, if this person was as skilled as they claimed to be, then they'd be able to hide an email. You sent in your request and surprisingly, the person responded nearly immediately.
'Hola amiga. This doesn't seem like the type of information you want to send via the internet. Instead, meet me in person.'
Amiga? How were they able to tell your gender, they must not have been lying after all. You agreed to meeting and soon your phone dinged with an address from an unknown number. You had contacted them on the computer, so seeing that they were able to find out your phone number just from your email address reassured that this was the real deal.

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The fact that you were actually going through with this was surprising at first, but by now you couldn't back down. Talon had all your information because of one little email, whether you wanted it or not they were going to kill you.
You stood waiting in the secluded area that the mysterious person had messaged you. It was dark since it was very late, the time they wanted you to be there was one in the morning. You showed up a little early just in case, but it seemed you didn't need to. As soon as it hit one o'clock, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"Relax, amiga. I'm only here for your request." The voice of a Mexican woman purred near your ear. Slowly, you turned around, but there was no one to be seen. "Let's keep my identity a secret, that'd ruin the surprise." Your heart started to pound heavily in your chest before you cleared your throat to speak.
"I need an assassin..." You spoke quietly and the woman chuckled.
"Oh I know just the one. But I need to know who the target is and why. Surely you brought your pay as well?" You only nodded, reaching into your jacket pocket, pulling out the stack of cash that you were ordered to bring with. "Hold it behind your back." You did as asked and felt the money be taken away from your hand. "This is more than enough... in that case, who are we looking for?"
"Me." You said after a few moments of silence. The voice laughed behind you.
"That's a good one amiga, first time I've ever heard that before. But seriously, who's the target."
"I'm serious."
"You really are serious? Who put you up to this?"
"No one. I don't want to be here anymore and I can't bring myself to it. I want to get taken out randomly when I don't expect and in a way where I won't feel anything." The Latino sighed from behind you.
"As much as I don't want to take up that offer, it is a request and you've already paid... I'll get the job done." You waited for a bit before slowly turning around.
"Are you still there...?" You asked quietly, you waited for a response but got nothing. It had already been done, now all you had to do was wait.

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Weeks passed and you were still living. Everything was normal besides the new feeling of someone constantly looking over your shoulder. Your pay didn't go to waste, someone was definitely watching over you waiting to end your life. By now you were starting to grow paranoid, not because  you were scared to die but because you wished they'd hurry up.
     Ever since you had made the deal, you stayed outside a lot so you were out in the open. Still, no matter how much time you spent alone and how much time you spent outside, you were never killed. You even kept your front door unlocked while you slept, it was like you were practically yelling at the assassin to come and do their job, but nothing happened.
     It was late at night and you sat on the steps of your porch, head in your hands. Today was a bad day as your depression continued to act up no matter how many antidepressants you took. What was triggering it, you had no idea. Because it was an especially bad day for you, you didn't leave you're house. You stayed home and you didn't contact anyone. If the assassin was going to strike, now would be a great time. Hours passed and you continued to wait, you felt the sensation of someone watching you, but nothing happened. Finally, you clicked. If they weren't going to do it, you were.
     Frustrated, you stood up and headed back inside. You didn't have any guns, so you tried to look for a painless yet quick way to get it over with. As you disappeared into your room, you heard your front door open and close, heels clicking against your hard wood floor. You froze, standing over your nightstand as the footsteps came closer and closer until you heard them stop in the doorway of your room. It must be the assassin.
     As you slowly turned around, you were proven correct. A tall, slim woman stood before you, long dark purplish hair pulled up in a tight ponytail, light blue looking skin, sharp features and bright golden eyes. What really caught your attention was the gun she was holding at her side, the Talon symbol painted perfectly on the side of the cool metal.
     "I thought I said I wanted to be taken out with me not expecting it?" Was all you said as the woman eyed you up and down.
     "I am not going to kill you, chérie." Her voice was laced with a thick French accent.
     "If I'm not mistaken, isn't that what I paid you for?" You growled, your voice raised slightly as you started to get angry with her. Her procrastinating was leading you to suffer longer and longer.
     "You did not make the deal with me. I do not condone this. I will not kill an innocent, especially when that innocent has no significance." You finally snapped, maybe if you angered her then she'd change her mind and do what she was sent to.
     "If you don't do it then I'll do it for you! You've done nothing but waste my time and my money!" You shouted, you lunged forward to grab the knife that was strapped to the woman's leg. Before you could grab the handle of the weapon, the woman dropped the gun and roughly grabbed your wrist, quickly pulling your hand away from it. As she did so she also grabbed your waist, pulling into her as she arms wrapped around you in a tight hug. You froze, eyes wide with shock and confusion.
     "I refuse to harm you. You do not deserve what the world has done to you, chérie..." You let her words replay in your head a couple of times before it finally broke you. You wrapped your arms around her and rested your head on your shoulder as you let yourself cry everything out for the first time in years, the numbness turned into pain, but at least you felt something.