NOTE : This is a following to my first story "Overwatch : The Birth of a New Group" This story has a lot to do with what happened in this other story, but takes a new approach to it. I encourage you read this other story before comming back to this one since it will make much more sense.

Credit to the artist for the cover image : atutcha : art/OverWatch-widowmaker-671926826

« Why did you do this to me… »
A dark mist surrounded her, she could no longer move, stranded on the chair. Hands were touching her, her legs, her tights, her breast, her crotch. Cold metal on her cold skin, inhaling poison and exhaling the dark mist.
« What did she have that I couldn't give you? »
Memories flowed back like blood out of an open wound. Slowly, meticulously. Beautiful blue eyes that could enter her deepest dreams, her most intimate times. The times when she was only a child, dark days even she didn't dare coming back to. When she was only one stupid little girl with stupid little dreams about the futur. Something hit her in the back of the neck.
« What did he do to you? »
The knife was sharp. She always made sure it was by cutting her own palm with it. She did feel the pain, but it was always numb, a mere inconvenience. The spider has it's fangs, she had her knife. A beautiful blade, especially when it was soiled with blood, that's how she knew that it was coming.
« Did he touch you? »
It didn't matter. She had to. She was too beautiful, she was too… alive. It would've happen, she saw it in his face. That night, he didn't touch her like he used to do. Something happened when she closed that door and left them together. She should've hit her harder, cut her more. She should've shoved the staff up her…
« Did you like it? »
« Did you like it? Yes? But did you like it like I did? You didn't deserve to like it. I was the one he touched, not you. I was the one who should've liked it, not you. »
Why did it matter that she liked it? Why would it matter? Why did she bother asking her…
The first time, she didn't want to, but she was a stupid little girl that didn't know what she wanted. That's what he told her. She did like it, and that night, her heart exploded, blood flowed through her like never before. She felt alive.
« Amélie… please… I beg you. »
No… you cannot say her name. She's not here, she's never been here. It's not true, I'm not Amélie, I'm…
« What on Earth did they do to you, Amélie? »
They killed me…
They killed her.
They killed Amélie, they strapped her onto that chair, they did what they wanted with that stupid little girl. Do you want to know what they did?
« Am I going to endure what they did to you? »
What they did to her. I'm not Amélie. I'm not her. She's dead and soon you'll be dead too. You'll know what it's like to be cold at night, to feel alive when you hurt someone. You'll be one of us, but he won't be touching you.
« We could operate you… we could turn you back the way you were before… »
No. You can't. You cannot bring back what's already dead. You're just a stupid little girl like I was, with stupid little dreams that won't ever become true, just like Amélie's. Amélie though she could get out, that she could forget about it and start over, but it was only a stupid little dream.
She felt lifted off the ground. Is this how it was going to end? It couldn't, she needed to kill her. That little whore hadn't suffered enough, she needed to die. Hitting her was not longer something she would do just to make her heart beat faster, to make her feel alive. This time, she was hitting her out of rage, out of sadness, out of jealousy. « You wanted to touch her like you did to me. I'll be dead before that happens. »
She remembered every hit, every stabs. Her rage seemed even stronger than the greatest feeling she had felt before. Hitting her over and over again was like a drug she couldn't control. « Let my heart explode once more. Let her die from the agony. Let me see the light leave her beautiful… gorgeous blue eyes. »
When she got on top of her, when she was about to cut her tongue, she thought about him. What would he think of her? Would he approve of this? « Isn't that a clear message I'm sending you. I want you. I want you inside of me, not her. Please… »
The sound of the gauntlet charging it's energy brought her back to the reality of the moment. She could finally see her for real, that pathetic little dove that could barely stand up, with a face full of bruises, with her bloody stomach and hands. As the gauntlet hit her, time stopped as she realized what was happening. She was going to die, her skull would fracture against the wall across the room, then that stupid little girl would be saved. Talon's most skilled assassin couldn't even kill that poor little thing. She played with her little fly for too long, now it was going to get away from her.
« What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve falling into the pits of hell? » She only now realized that she had never thought about it. The gauntlet and the realization that her death was near seemed to have woken something inside of her.
She felt tears in her eyes as this time, her heart slowed down. Darkness covered her body once more after all that time. There she was, on that damned chair once more, with the devil in front of her. Death walking among men. « You didn't understand the first time, did you? »
He ripped her clothes off. She begged him not to. Cold metal on her cold skin, inhaling poison and exhaling the dark mist. She was just a stupid little girl with stupid little dream just like all the others. When he'll be done with her, he'll left her to die and find a new one. That's why he wanted to touch the little dove so much, because she was about to die.
She hit the wall, and the dark mist returned, this time, it made sure she didn't get back up, holding her against the ground, suffocating her. She closed her eyes. « It's finally over. »