Living In A Lie (WidowReaper) (On Hold)

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I usually wait to get more reads on my first chapter, but what happens is that it's better for me to keep updating for the readers that are actually reading it right now because they help out the views and more views=more people reading my story.
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Dressing up and walking out of the room as quietly as possible, she walks out into the hallway silently but quickly and blends in with the shadows.

The numbing feeling came back fairly quickly after he fell asleep and stopped talking to her. It was dreadful not being able to feel anything but in a way, you could say she does but the only thing she feels is pain.

It's not on the surface but she feels it deep within her soul. Amelie may not remember who she was but she knows she's missing something.

Sometimes she feels like dancing without a reason and this makes her feel odd. Curling up in her bed she shuts her eyes and focuses on sleeping. But sleep doesn't grant her wish. So, she stays up all night long till she has to wake up and get ready for the day ahead.

Heading out towards the cafeteria she grabs her own tray. Not really having an appetite, she sits alone trying to ignore everyone around her. Playing around with her food, she feels Reapers eyes on her back.

She sighs and discards her food, placing the tray where it belongs. Heading to Moira's laboratory for her usual treatment as always, she keeps her stone-cold face in place.

"I'm here." Widow says directing her presence to Moira, "Lay down." Widow did as she was told and laid down on the metal table. The tubes connecting to her helmet, her golden eyes rolled to the back of her head as she shut her eyes.

Moira immediately started giving her all the drugs she needs to be a good little robot. Making sure the dosage for her numbing state was higher as well as erasing any memories from the past week.

Having the file for the next mission in hand, she had to wait till the drugs did there thing and so she waited for hours to pass before Amélie woke up.

*Time Skip*

The tubes disconnected from her helmet, and Amélie revealed her dead golden eyes. Moira flashed a light into her eyes, making Widow flinch and shut her eyes for a brief moment.

"Mr. Akande wants to speak to you." Moira hands over the file to Amélie. "Merci." Nodding her head, and slowly standing up, making her way out of the door.

Widow walked her way towards Mr.Akandes headquarters. Knocking on the door first, waiting for a response and when she didn't receive one she just opened the door, and walked in.

Doomfist looked up, looking at the folder she was carrying. "You called for me?" Widow stated, her stone cold eyes glaring at his.

"You have a new assignment as you could tell. You'll be teaming up with Reaper and me."

Widow raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"I want to personally supervise this assignment." He stood from his chair and walked around Widow, eyeing her up and down.

She just nodded in response, "When do we start?"

"Tomorrow, I'll inform Reaper myself. You're dismissed." He turned away and sat back in his chair as he saw Widow walk out.
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Widow quickly went back to her room, opening the file and quickly reading it. The document stated that they would be staying at a hotel room, till they finished the mission. Two rooms would be available for them.

Looking at her target, he was a male in his late thirties, dark hair, blue eyes. Her mission was to make him talk, get as much information out of  him and then let the men kill him off.

Listed at the buttom of the document in bold, read "You will go to any extent to get information out of him, or else punishment will be severe."

Widow clenched her jaw, remembering the mans name, Nile Jones.

Packing up her stuff for tomorrow, they'll be heading to England. She made sure to pack up some sexy, expensive clothing in her bag for her mission. Widow put her bag down next to the door.

Turning off her lights in her room, she stripped out of her suit, stepping out of her underwear and placing it in her dirty laundry as-well as her suit.

She sighed as she grabbed a revealing robe and wrapped it around her frame. Grabbing her laundry basket, opening the door and carrying it towards their designated laundry room. Her robe falling over her lilac shoulders.

Her nipples showing through her pink robe. She opened the door to the laundry room, three men waiting for their clothes to be dried.

Widow ignored them and placed her basket down. Feeling some stares on her ass, she clenched her teeth as she fixed her robe around her chest, she looked at one man in the corner that was shrouded in darkness.

Opening the washer, and throwing all her clothes in there, she shut it closed as the two men walked by her, whistling and laughing. She rolled her eyes at their immature behavior.

  Making sure she put the detergent etc before closing the washer machine. "Your washing your stuff for the mission tomorrow too?" A deep raspy voice asked.

He stepped into the light, revealing Reaper before her. Her eyebrows furrowed, they've never actually talked this casual before, why now? He swallowed as he looked at her, events from the day before flashing in his mind.

"Oui." Widow ignored him, as she tried to leave the laundry room. "We're going to ignore what happened last night? I thought you enjoyed it." Reaper's anger was becoming noticeable.

Widow turned around, a look of confusion on her face. "What are you talking about? Last night?" Reaper's fist tightened in his palm. "You don't remember, Amélie?"

"I don't know what your talking about."

"We made love....last night..." He cleared his throat as he looked into her golden eyes, searching for any signs of remembering.

Widow swallowed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why would I sleep with the likes of you, mon amor? She let a sadistic laugh out.

Reaper couldn't express the pain he felt, when she said those words to him. He turned away from her, "Even if you don't believe it, we did." He went towards the dryer and took his clothes out, placing it in his own bin.

"Goodnight, Amélie"

Widow stood there thinking about what he said, if it's true, why can't she remember?

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Widow walked back to her room with her bin, opening the door and organizing her clothing, laying her suit out for the morning.

Her gun leaning by the door, with everything ready, she tried to sleep but once again sleep wouldn't consume her.

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Damn, it's been awhile but I finally finished this chapter. Leave your opinions in the comment section please.
Besos<3