Hey guys! So here is the Second chapter. much longer than the first, double the size! So, this story won't be a 100% accurate to the lore, but the main stuff are correct. I just had to alter some things to adapt to my take on the story.
Thank you so much for the reviews, favourites and follows! Can't thank you more! they make my day 3 Anyway, enjoy this chapter!
As they walked out of the tiny room, they could confirm that she was crying, for her sobbing started getting louder and deeper. Their worry grew with each step, no one ever saw Lena unhappy, let alone at this state of sadness. Something was going on, and it had to be something devastating.
Angela and Fareeha had totally different ways to cope with concern and worry. For Angela, she was trained to remain calm and not panic. Which would make sense if she's a medic.
For Fareeha though, the trait she holds is quite the opposite.
She panics, becoming reckless, almost desperate to get to their friend in need, which isn't the best way to act when you're a soldier.
And so, she pushes Angela out of the way, in a strong but gentle way, and reaches for the door.
Locked.
Angela sighs, "Should have known… hey! What do you think you're doing?!" She says and she sees Pharah walk backwards a few steps, before her stance widens, preparing to sprint towards the door. She quickly step between the door and Fareeha.
"Move out of the way, now." She says in a hushed but threatening way. Mercy was taken aback by this, but holds her ground anyway.
"Liebes, by the looks of it, the last thing Lena wants is someone barging in and scaring the living hell out of her. Bitte, let me handle this." Angie says with pleading eyes. Both of them can still hear Lena's sobs, and with each second they're only getting worse.
Angela pulls out a paperclip and straightens it, leaving the end bent and kneels down in front of the door. Fareeha gives her a questioning look but says nothing.
After a few seconds of fidgeting around with the lock, the door makes a clicking sound, and Angie opens it softly.
"Leave me alone! Get out! I don't want more chastising and blaming…" Lena screams at the top of her lungs. Her voice raspy and rough from all the crying. Then she whispers, "It's all my fault, all of it. If I had been there, then she wouldn't have been…"
The crying returns, and Angie starts walking towards Lena. She looks back at Fareeha and gestures to follow her. She was hesitant at first, but she followed suit anyway.
Angela crouches down next to her and rests her hand on Lena's back, slowly rubbing it in a comforting manner. "Lena, wha-"She quickly stopped after she noticed something.
Lena was holding a picture of Amelie Lacroix, now known as Widowmaker. The picture shows Amelie and Lena together, with a scarf wrapped around both of their necks, holding the two together. They both looked like they were laughing and having a great time, unlike now.
That scarf.
It is the same one Lena is wearing now, with its purple hue, and white accents at the edges.
"Lena, what happened was not your fault, you couldn't have stopped a whole army of Talon soldiers all by yourself. Don't you dare put all the burden all on top of yourself, because it isn't."
Tracer looks towards her, eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down, leaving a wet patch on the scarf, which she was grasping tightly like her life depended on it. She shook her head.
"It is!" She screams, as her crying returns and leans in to hug Angie tightly.
After a few minutes of crying, it turns to sniffling, and she says, "You don't understand. If," She sniffs and wipes her eyes, "If I had- had told her not to, to" Her sentence trailed off into silence, and her look distant, her eyes looking through Angela, as if trapped in another time.
"How long have you been here?" Fareeha asked, trying to get Lena's mind off all this.
"Dunno, lost track o' time. Could be 3 hours, days…"
Now that she mentions it, her energy drains, looking more and more exhausted by the second.
In an almost patronizing tone, Angie says, "Lena, you should-" but she was quickly interrupted by Tracer.
"Lena this, Lena that…" She sigh, "Before you ask, no, I haven't slept, not eaten. And yes, I know how to play the piano. But Angie..?'" She says, her words starting to slur together as she stands up slowly and turns towards the door, "Yes?"
"I am feelin' a little dizzy."
After she says that, as if on cue, her body goes limp, and falls to the floor. Luckily Fareeha catches her Halfway, and is now carrying her bridal-style, and looking at Angie in an extremely worried look.
Angela sighs, "Get her to the med bay, I'll get IV bags to supply her with the necessary nutrients her body needs, once she wakes up, we'll talk to her." She runs her hand through her hair, what was she talking about?
They never saw Lena either tired or sad. And now they just received the two extremes.
As Fareeha carried Lena towards the med bay, her concern did nothing but grew. Lena's eyes were sunken in, with dark circles under her eyes. There are still wet streaks of tears on her cheeks.
Tracer's expression started changing, and she started mumbling something, like she was dreaming.
"Ame, no. Go back… you don't have to stay here, go celebrate…" Her eyebrows furrowed, and wrapped her arms tightly around Fareeha's neck. What was she talking about? Pharah increased her speed, from a brisk walk to a slight jog. In these circumstances, she has little to no experience. She didn't know what to say, what to do, who to call for, nothing. So her only solution was to get Lena to the med-bay as quickly as possible.
Why did these quarters have to be so large?! She thought to herself.
Angela practically ran towards her office to get all the supplies she needed. She doesn't know what Lena has. It could be something small,
Or something very, very serious.
Either way, she wanted to help her as quickly as possible, both physically and emotionally.
How long has she been this way without them noticing? How long has she been in that room? Both Fareeha and Angela had just arrived to the HQ from a mission that Lena didn't take part in. So she could have been in there for days, without food, sleep, just emotional torment about the past.
After the second omnic crisis, which has now ended, Lena was continuously asking for Intel, of going on scouting missions in Talon's territory. She never said why, she just wanted to. Now the pieces were coming together. And now that she thought about it, Lena had been more and more quiet ever since she read intel files about Talon agents.
More specifically Widowmaker.
Before Widowmaker, or Amelie, got captured and reconditioned by Talon, her and Lena were very close. Lena was Amelie's backbone and support because her Ame's husband Gerard. He was an egotistical man who only did things and favours if it benefitted him and him only. And the worst part of him was how he treated Amelie.
She was his pet, an object that he didn't love, he only married her to get a higher rank and a name in Overwatch. He used to beat her, hurt her.
Lena was known to never hate anyone and always making friends, but Gerard? He was an exception. She hated him with an ever growing passion in her heart. Every time she saw him walking through the halls, all her happiness and glee drains out and turns into fury. Her hazel eyes pierce through his, fists clenched ready to pounce on him and rip him apart.
But she was always there by her side, Amelie. Every time she saw Lena in this state, she would simply rest her hand on Tracer's shoulder, and she would just smile sweetly at her, as if telling her that everything was going to be alright. Lena would relax, but that hatred never faltered.
Amelie gave her that same smile on that dreadful day. When she got captured.
That moment haunted Lena to this very day.
Roaring of laughter, a strong smell of beer, all the agents gathered together to celebrate the marriage of Gerrard and Amelie. Reinhardt started retelling stories of Gerrard's 'heroism' and 'bravery'. Lena kept her signature smile on her face, but she knew every story the gentle giant was saying were clouded by Gerrard's two-faced character, most of them lies.
She couldn't take any more of this nonsense, so she told them she was off to the bathroom and walked out. She kept on walking towards the stair-case, and climbed to the top floor, and entered the giant balcony.
Whenever she just wanted some time being alone, or if she had free time, she always comes here. With the view of the modernized Big Ben, and the Thames flowing through the middle of London, it was a sight to behold.
She leaned against the metal railing, cold on her skin, and crossed her arms against her chest. The slight breeze making all the peaks and spike of her hair dance freely.
"Penny for your thoughts, Cherie?" Amelie says as she rests her hand on Lena's shoulder, that familiar warmth bringing a sweet smile on both Lena and Amelie's face. She retracts her hand and rests against the railing, and grabs the railing with both hands, the wedding ring making a metal clinking sound.
Just looking at the wedding ring made Lena's stomach turn with both jealousy and anger. How dare that animal take Amelie away from her? Just to earn more money every month? To earn a name in the ranks?
Her furrowed eyebrows betraying the content look she was trying to hold.
"Cherie?" Ame says as she leans forward, trying to make eye contact with Lena, but all it did was make Lena look away even more. "What's wrong?"
'Oh you don't even know, luv.' She thought.
"Ame, no. Go back, you shouldn't stay here with me, go celebrate with your," A sour lump grew in her throat, she swallowed and kept on talking, "husband."
She had promised Amelie that she would let nothing bad happen to Amelie, but marrying that bastard was the worst thing that could ever happen to her.
"Don't be silly, Cherie. I've heard Reinhardt's stories about seven times now. But enough about me now, is everything alright?" She says with genuine worry in her voice.
For a couple of seconds, that was complete silence, only the sound of mechanical whirring of Tracer's Chronal Accelerator.
Lena reaches for the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out a necklace with a pendant that opens up. She holds out her hands, with the necklace resting on her palms, her head turned away sheepishly.
As soon as she took it in her hands, Lena turned away and started walking towards her room, tears streaming down. Gerrard had taken Amelie from her, she loved him.
That thought churned her insides, and her hands shot up to stifle her sobs.
She barged into her room and sank into her bed, crying her heart out.
Amelie was still frozen still in the balcony when she opened the pendant. On one side was a picture of both of them with a purple scarf wrapped around both their necks. On the other side was a message,
"I love you, please don't forget me." Her stomach dropped at the realization of why Lena was acting that way. She put it on, clutching the pendant tightly, holding back tears. This was all her fault, though she didn't have a choice. She was forced to marry Gerrard, she was threatened by him. Although she was married to him, her heart was bound to Lena, there was no doubt about it. She had to fix this, talk to Lena, explain everything.
Right when she was about to start walking towards Lena's room, she heard a loud thump behind her, and turned around.
"Look who we have here." An unnatural, growling and low voice says. All she could see was black, and a white owl skull mask, with dark smoke surround him. And after that, everything went black, and her life changed completely.
Widowmaker was created.
There it is! If there are any errors of spelling or grammar, pm me and let me know!
Took advantage of the weekend to write these two chapters, the next one will probably take a little longer to be posted on here. But fret not! Any free time I have I'll make sure to spend it on this.
So yeah! Tell me what you guys think! Your reviews, follows and favourites make my day! Thank you! 3
See you in the next one.
Elisa.
