It is not a mere coincidence that an emotionless assassin could marry someone, many of our ancestors agreed that to marry is to gain a happy life ever after. Although, in reality, marriage is one hell built in another way. Alas, what can we do, it is for us to know each other's weaknesses and to strengthen our relationship bond.
Amélie, most notably known as Widowmaker, a killer, beauty queen with a big butt, a ballet dancer, and one happy emotionless woman. With her wealth just above average and a condo, she is pretty sure that her life is not to reckoned with and she enjoyed what the Gods gave her.
Born to a family with talents in arts and music, little Amélie was afraid of spiders, and her father would tell her that spiders have no emotions – has no remorse for what they did. Bite and disappear. That's what they do. Little Amélie was taught how to ballet dancing by her mother in the very early stage of her younger years, and since then it became her source of income for the rest of her life.
25 years of her age she has been a ballerina, she met a man named Gérard Lacroix who had a huge crush on her. Her beauty and flamboyant movement of her ballet techniques made him fell in love, and so they began a relationship that will turn the tides of an organisation.
Gérard was a rather flirtatious man with respect. They lived a life that matches with French stereotype shown in motion pictures. Happy life, notable French honeyed words and phrases, showcasing the Eiffel, and many another thing that we can mention. During their first days of their fruitful relationship, it was not a mere coincidence that Amélie has grown a sprout of love inside her heart to Gérard.
Her long, dark ponytail summarise how she wore every linen on her body, no wonder Amélie spent most of her relationship with Gérard on clothing shop and Gérard plead no complaint to her as if he's watching a goddess.
In their old age, Amé and Gérard lived their lives as teenagers as possible. It was not so hard, but it requires a fortune so big to maintain such way of life and love. Amé and Gérard went to every place until their feet could not take another step, it was conventional and old school, but it's so romantic that people who fell in love under the Eiffel must undergo a romantic treatment over Amé's love life, that seem to consume many others, drowning them in envy. For some, it's a sight to see and something to imagine.
A thing that Amé hides from Gérard is her altered personality as she lived her days, an urge to slash her partner's throat is uncontrollable, an urge to kill somebody she loved, to kill a man who has the same very soul with her. Amélie gave a brief look to Gérard, whether it's at the movies or just a stroll in the park, or even on a carpark, her body says no, but her mind says that she should kill him, at all costs. A week past and their marriage ended happily ever after, now bearing the name Lacroix, Amélie and Gérard soon know that they were destined to be together, fighting their way in this world – trying to find a way or two to make their lives worth living. Later that night after their marriage, Amélie went to sleep earlier than Gérard, saying that she needs to read something before she sleeps for the evening.
The Old Amélie knows that marriage with Gérard was his undoing. He was killed in his sleep, by his most beloved one, by a ballerina that turns into an assassin and gave birth to a daughter named Widowmaker. It was an unpleasant surprise that a girl from a famous dancer mother is destined to be an assassin, working for an organisation called Talon and left Annecy for good.
Reaching the age of 33, Widowmaker began to question her own, why she has stripped away from humanity's biggest asset and why her husband is to be the sacrifice instead of others? It is for her to know and only her who will seek the answer. It was not a big surprise for her to see her husband's death with her own eyes and hands, and she had no recall being captured by Talon, heavily tortured to make their bitter projects and assassination contracts better and simpler.
A knock to her dorm wakes her up. "Widowmaker, would you like to eat something, chica?" It's Sombra, a famous Hacker from Mexico who teamed up with Talon because of her proficiency with technology. "Mi Tesoro, you haven't eaten for days, it is unacceptable for you to only drink mineral water without vitamins and minerals from food for your belly. You'll get anorexia sooner or later, hon."
She opened the door, wearing nothing but a thong and bathrobe. "Sombra..."
"Beg your pardon, Widowmaker?" Sombra raised her eyebrows, still holding the tray for Widowmaker's breakfast.
Widowmaker smiled. "Thank you for bringing me this food," she took the plate and put it on the table. "I also kind of hungry."
Sombra sighed and smiled. "You're welcome, chica."
Widowmaker asked. "Could you spare some of your time to have a chat with me tonight?"
Sombra shrugged. "If you permit, I'd like to have a chat with you. It is doubtful for us to have a conversation when mission arrives. Mission contracts are faster than usual nowadays, you know?"
Widowmaker hummed in agreement and replied. "Eight. At the café near Uncle Baba's Bakery."
Sombra gave the nod. "Got it, Widowmaker," she whispered. "Is this our date night?"
Widowmaker shook her head. "No, and never will…" she sighed. "Alright, tomorrow is our date night, and I don't want you to ruin this very emotional moment for an emotionless friend of yours, s-il vous plait?"
Sombra smiled and gave another nod and went back to her room quickly, blushing.
It was not of her choosing to become one of the ruthless snipers to be alive and walk in this world; it wasn't her choosing to kill anyone she didn't know and to help her allies to think that who opposes their organisation is wrong. That night before she fell into a deep slumber, she walked to her mirror and observed her own shadow. The violet skin with amber eyes and a fair amount of muscles here and there, was it all necessary? Was it all made for one purpose, to kill anyone who harmed Talon presence?She took a sigh and went to lay her body on the bed. She looked at her sniper rifle, hanging on the wall, battle-scarred. It has been months since I repair that old gun. When she thinks about the gun, it connects to her mind. She's battle-scarred and worn, and an old girl like her deserved rest. A peaceful rest. Little she did know about her past life, apart from being a ballerina and afraid of spiders. A laptop with a lot of songs inside it was the only thing that keeps her secrets and poured out the jailed imaginations of an emotionless. She approached her laptop and put on her headset, and then connects her laptop to the internet and began to write.
Little did the Emotionless knows that she could write amidst her transformation. A re-created human being who stripped away from humanity's biggest asset, a re-created woman who told to kill and obey, but never did the sentimental side of her escaped or succumbed to her cold side. It has been many years since her tears dried from her beautiful amber eyes, it has been years that she could feel what others felt, but yet she is here killing everyone else like it was a part of a hunting session in the wilderness of Africa. The Emotionless knows the harsh truth of her life, yet she won't admit it. She's living a lie, with a lie, sprinkled with lies. She thought to herself, or so she said?
The Emotionless had just realised about how well she could write a book, maybe not a book yet, but a journal? A journal of her life? It is for her to know and to seek answers. She had been living with her teammates in a base full of weaponry, medical supplies, as well as a large canteen with a lot of meals that she could pick and broad access to everything. Little did people know that she has a beautiful smile and a cute laugh when she's amused with anything, The Transformation did nothing to her feelings and how she reacted to something. It was rendered a success, but now, it's just 75% success and its declining slowly at a steady pace. No wonder the Emotionless had just made friends with her arch-enemy, Agent "Tracer."
In her perspective, Agent Tracer is the one and only her annoyance. The high-pitched, British voice, and jumping here and there to follow the Emotionless are something the Emotionless despise, despite any disagreements with her and a lot of shot missed, the Emotionless spared Tracer's life for good, for it will be her undoing if she's dead. In Tracer's perspective, to put it simply, she just wants the Emotionless to be human again. Begin her life again from the start, without rifle and such. Live the life she once had, get married once more, and basically, live her life as anyone did it to theirs…
Sombra hacked Widowmaker's laptop and wrote. "Their friendship fell apart and crumbling."
Widowmaker didn't want people to see her unfinished work, deleted Sombra's sentence and replied, all capitalised. "NO. DATE. NIGHT."
Sombra presses the enter button and replied. ":("
The problem's resolved, and she continues her writing.
The Emotionless had no grudges against anyone but herself. The tears that couldn't cry and emotion that feel nothing but pain and anguish. When no one will likely to see her, she adores the stars so much that she wants to become one of them, which is very unlikely. Words cannot describe everything she saw and experienced. It was nothing but imagination. Her imagination is at the same level as a child's, it was not her choosing, too, that she could imagine everyday occasions like a child.
She sat on the windowpane, looking at the skies and the stars alike. She notices a shooting star in the far distance from where she sits. She looked up and closed her eyes. I wish that I be able to free myself from this pain. Alas, the pain is slowly becoming a scar tissue – all over her body. It was not too long after the scar tissue took over her body she met a beautiful, slightly "infected" with ADHD, Mexican hacker, goes by the name Sombra. It is whether unknown or she didn't want to know what was the Mexican's name, she set aside the problem where the anonymity of the Mexican and continue with whatever she had at her disposal.
Tracer is a huge annoyance for the Emotionless. Many times she encountered her with the bitter truth of what happened to her and her past life. It was not so hard for Tracer to said such, but it was more than impossible for the Emotionless to swallow a whole of it, trying to get a grip of understanding to what happened to her and why did she kill people she doesn't even know, maybe she didn't even care at all? Well, we'll assume that only time will tell her why, when, and how, is it not?