Prologue.

It had been a game, their game, their dance with fire as they shot and missed, chasing each other like cat and mouse, unclear who was the predator, and who was the prey. Amélie- Widowmaker, she had needed it. Had needed the rush, the way it made her felt as Tracer dodged all of her shots, numb frustration and relief as the other woman zipped around her.

She felt something, she felt...something she couldn't place. She hated it, all of her being hated it, hated the feeling that crowded her judgment, made her hesitate pulling the trigger. She wanted to be free of it, but at the same time, she never wanted to let it go. There was still part of her that craved her, craved something, feeling. It was a longing that even Talon's reconditioning couldn't ever put out.

The kills. Uncountable, numerous kills. They had made her feel alive, but the feeling...it left her. So quickly, too quickly, each time becoming duller and duller, muscle memory as she shot, and they went down.

Tracer, she never went down.

She was never hit. Part of it was Widowmaker herself, hesitating subconsciously, begging the miniscule part of her that was still human to miss. She was infatuated, she was obsessed, she had been since the night on the roof, the night she had shoved the other woman off the roof, the night she had felt alive. She had to feel that way again, she had to.

Ch1. The Game Is Changing

Widowmaker awoke in a strange, unfamiliar place, her head pounding and eyes slightly blurry as she blinked focus, a dull feeling of pain could be felt almost everywhere as she attempted to sit up, and get up, only to find that one of her hands was handcuffed to the wall.

Panic, was an unfamiliar feeling, to the sniper. She surveyed the room, trying not to overexcite herself, she could get out of this...if she could remember how she had gotten there in the first place.

The white walls and bright lights, plain bedding and small bathroom in the corner made the place feel like a mix between a jail cell and a hospital...at this point Widowmaker wasn't sure which she prefered.

One thing was certain, she would enjoy killing whoever put her there.

Hours passed, or maybe it was only minutes, she had no way of keeping track of the time, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. She had tried everything, now Widowmaker had to wait. Sit, and wait for an escape of some sort, whenever that would come.

She didn't jump, hardly stirred at the sound of the heavy metal door screeching open, a tall blonde woman in a lab coat on the other end, causing something to stir within Widowmaker, remembrance? Familiarity? She wasn't quite certain but...she didn't like how it made her feel, strange inside, embarrassed, guilty even.

The woman looked as though she had been crying, her eyes red and puffy, her cheeks glossy- as though she had tried to hastily wipe away tears. "...Amelie." she breathed, her kind eyes turning their gaze on the sniper.

Amelie? Right...that was her name. It wasn't just Widowmaker...it was Amelie, or at least it had been, a long time ago, a time she could hardly remember, unless she fought to.

Widowmaker's brows furrowed, causing her nose to crinkle as she looked at what she assumed to be a doctor. "Why am I here? Am I supposed to know you?" She asked, almost taunting the older woman. "Is that why you talk like you know me? Like I'm your friend?" Her words cut like a knife through 's hopes, shattering them. This wasn't the kind woman she used to know...and this wouldn't be easy.

Angela cleared her throat, her face devoid of most emotion, a small glimmer of pain in her eyes, almost not there. "My name is Dr. Ziegler, and I'm here to help you."

Widowmaker scoffed, a small, cruel smile playing on her lips. "It would be easier to kill me."

She spoke about death as though she wasn't afraid of it, which would make sense, she was built to be fearless after all, rewired to be that way by Talon. Maybe part of her wanted death, the part of Amelie that truly was still in there, however small that part might be.

Angela didn't react outwardly, though on the inside she was hurting, she remained calm. "Talon has done quite the number on you, Amelie." She said, shaking her head, one hand reaching for the door, "But...We're going to fix that."