A Wido's Curse

Ch 2

London, Two days after Mondatta's death. 23:57

Tracer woke with a scream, remembering her dream, or more accurately her nightmare.

In the dream, Mondatta had indeed died, yet everyone saw that Tracer had failed to save failed to save possibly the one man, or machine, who could have brought human/omnic tensions down to a possible peaceful state. Yet he was still truly gone, having been disposed of by Talon's master assassin. The world saw how weak Tracer was and how sh couldn't save the man who could bring change. The world saw how she was selfish and saved herself from that bullet instead. And the world blamed her for his death. The omnics wuld have their revenge on tracer beginning with detroying all that she knew and loved. All of her former friends from Overwatch had been hunted down and killed in front of her. Even Jack and Angela had been brought to be executed in front of the British girl, both looking betrayed by the young girl. Only after she lost hoped and knew everything was of her own fault, had the omnics allowed Tracer to be taken by Talon for their own agenda.

And then the young girl woke screaming. Tracer had known that she did everything she could to save the Omnic activist, yet she still somehow felt responsible. The young girl knew that she couldn't change the fact now, but wished she had been the one to die instead of Mondatta. How she wished for an end to the curse of her life, everything in her life had been a ruined series of attempts at doing right and being happy, from her joing The Royal Airforce, to joining overwatch, to being the test pilot for the slipstream jet prototype. She had done everything out of her nature to want to help others, yet everything had been disaster after disaster.

And now she was responsible for yet another disaster. This time not just for her lie, but affecting the lives of millions upon millions of people. All because she saved herself instead letting Widow's bullet end her life instead of Mondatta's.

Tracer finally willed herself out of bed to get a drink. She decided maybe a hard drink would help and began to dress herself for a midnight walk to the nearest liquor store. As she finished putting her clothes on, which consisted of a simple pair of blue skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and her favored RAF bomber jacket. Slipping her shoes on, she began to walk torwards the door to her appartment and exited, locking the door behind her.

Walking outside the building and the starting the half-mile walk to the nearest convenience store for some weak american beer, Lena began thinking of the last time she had felt this lost and depressed, and the person she lost then.

Lena had been 18 when she joined Overwatch and this was probably the happiest time of her life. She had been asked personally to join the worlds biggest anti-terror organization, How could she say no? So on her eighteenth birthday, she was swore into Overwatch. She quickly earned a name for herself for her bravery and her compassion for others. But this was not what made her life wonderful, it was the people, or in particula a certain person whom she admired secretly. And that person was none other than the French wife of anti-Talon operations commander, Gerard Lacroix. HIs wife was Amelie Lacroix, and she was simply a civilian with little idea of the work her husband did. Lena had befriended the young French beauty almost immediately upon meetin her.

They were nearly inseperable when togther. they simply enjoye each others friendly company. Yet soon lena bean to develop one-sided feelings for Amelie and it scared her. She knew of the threats Gereard had been recieving rom Talon lately, but she didn't know of the personal life of the couple. Thinking back on it now, Lena wished she would've asked Amelie about her marriage at least once. And then everything changed almost in an instant.

In the course of about 2 Months her life was torn to shreds. First Amelie was kidnapped by Talon and Lena thought she had lost her closest friend. Next, only a week later, the slipstream project she had volunteered or had met the day of reveal. the prototype malfunctioned and Lena was lost to time and space. the The third and final part of this eries of tragedies ended with the return of Amelie. She came back to her husband as if nothing had happened to her. Two week later, she killed Gerard in his sleep. She disappeared again. It was months before lena finally reappeared in the present reality and learned of all that had happened.

Winston Had managed to contain lena to a single room with a sort of time anchor. He worked nonstop for about three weeks to make a simialr device for lena that would fit her personally, that way she was not confined to this one room for the rest of her life.

During the months that Lena was stuck drifting through time, she learned a great many things that she couldn't understand, let alone try to tell soemone else. First and most important to her, Amelie had survived being brainwashed and killed her husband. Partly out of the Brainwashing, but partially for personal reason as well. Lena had managed to glimpse into the personal life of the Lacroix couple and saw the untold horror, Gerard had locked the door to their home and mercilessly beat and raped his wife, screaming the entire time about how she was worthless and how she was only a means to an end. He would scream about how she only needed to just let herself die so he could use her blood to cure some sort of disease. But it wasn't a cure he sought, it was the torture and death of this woman that he desired. To hide this cure. To hide his true goals and his true life. And then she was kidnapped.

Secondly, Overwath had been destroyed from the inside. Captain Gabriel Reyes and Overwatch Strike Commander Jack Morrison had had a falling out which turned into a fight to the death which destroyed the Overwatch HQ, killing dozens of agents. Yet both men survived and went their seperate ways, only it was a ruse, a lie to further the goal of Overwatch as theey had origanlly built. The organization had become corrupted with the very thing they sought the destroy. once again some form of disease that lena couldn't understand. It seemed that fate didn't want her to know the truth just yet.

A/N: So this is chapter 2. It is a bit longer than Chapter 1 was and i felt this a good little clif hanger to leave off on. I have to thank an author that inspired me to take my love of reading and nerding and try to write my own fic. I've quiet enjoyed this chapter and yes development sss slow but all good fics that i've read have always taken several chapter to really develop the plot. Next chapter is gonna be awesome for the serious readers. Already got my ideas going in my brain. anyway, till next time.

Peace!