AC: Hello everyone! I'm sorry if I'm late on posting this. My overwatch hype transferred when I got the game LOL I just played on my game for hours ; v ; dgjlsdkmlk I have neglected you guys, I am sincerely sorry qq
Also there will be more AC at the bottom of the page! Please read it when you've read the whole chapter. Thank you so much!
~Soli
WARNING: CONTAINS BLOOD AND VIOLENCE (but that's okay)
Chapter Four: Est-ce la fin de nous?
"Let's see…" The doctor checks his clipboard. He seems invested into the clipboard more than the French woman lying down on the table. He glances down at her and frowns. "Not enough, it seems…" He mumbles. He starts to push the table out of the room and into a big white hallway. The French woman's eyes widens, knowing where she's going. "No! No, s'il vous plaît! Don't take me there! Aies pitié!"
The doctor clicks his tongue. "Non, non, ma chère. We must keep going with the experiments…" The doctor pushes the hospital bed through the flapping doors and stops her right in the middle of a single, swinging light. The woman's chest heaves with fear and panic. Three doctors come into her peripheral view and she trembles. "Hello, Amélie. Are we ready to begin?" One of the asks. Another takes out a huge medical instrument from another room, and it turns on.
Amélie's eyes widen. She struggles to move, but to no avail. Leather belt straps pin her ankles and wrists down. She can't escape. She won't see her Husband ever again… She starts to sob uncontrollably. A doctor hushes her and smiles sincerely. "celà ne prendra pas beaucoup de temps." He whispers. But Amélie and the doctors both know that that's a lie. This could take hours… and hours… and hours of torture.
The machine comes closer to the French woman and the doctors insert needles onto the ends of the tubes. "We will see how long you hold out… Please use the best of your abilities to stay alive." He says as he and his colleagues begin to inject her on her wrists, the crook of the elbows, and other places she doesn't even know. She sees a female doctor places her hand on a big handle. The patient screams, "
NO, PLEASE DON'T DO IT!"
But it was too late. As soon as the doctor flips the switch, a surge of painful energy inserts her body.
Amélie's eyes shot open and she sits up. She feels her face, her forearms. The sweat runs down her face, her breathing heavy from her nightmare. She looks to the side to see Lena, surprised. The lilac skinned woman is on the verge of tears, but she takes deep breathes as she lies back down. She hears the bed creak and she turns her head. Lena lies beside her and wraps her arm around her bare stomach. "Did you have a bad dream, luv?" She asks.
Amélie took a deep breath, and she turns to her. "A bit, yes… But I'm fine now, ma chérie." She reassures her. She kisses her head before she plays with the woman's hair. Lena smiles, her hands roam around her back. They enjoy their time together in bed until Lena twitches as soon as the other woman touches her stitches.
"It still hurts?"
"No, I'm fine…" Lena whispers, "Was just surprised."
Amélie nods before she sits up. "I will make breakfast." She says. She puts on her lingerie and heads downstairs. She hums as heads to the kitchen, feeling another set of eyes watching her from behind. She turns her head to see Lena, face slightly pink. She looks up, and laughs nervously at her. "I-I wasn't looking at…!" She tries to explain, but Amélie only giggles.
She opens the fridge door and pulls out some bacon and eggs, then grabs a pan and a bottle of oil. She sets the stove to medium and she pours in a little bit of oil. She puts on an apron and she lets the pan heat up. Lena watches from behind, but she was a head shorter than her so she just wraps her arms around the other girl and rests her head on her back.
Amélie shakes her head. "Ma chérie," She calls out, "I don't want the oil to spill onto your arms."
"Oh!" Lena responds, pulling her arms away, "Y-you're right!" She laughs again. She steps back, knocking back a vase. She gasps and she zooms behind, catching its fall. She lets out a relieved sigh. She looks up, seeing that Amélie didn't notice. Odd… i wonder if she's thinking about her nightmare. She thinks to herself. She sets the vase back and begins to set plates and utensils for the both of them.
"Ah, right. Tr-" She pauses, and clears her throat, "Lena. I will be heading out today."
"Oh? I'll come with-"
"No, it's okay. I think you should rest. Your body would probably enjoy some relaxation." She turns her head to the side to look at her, and she smiles.
Lena doesn't like that smile. Her smile seems so… so sad, so empty. Lena nods in defeat, "Alright… How about a date later tonight?"
"A date? Oui, we can certainly do that." Amélie says, and she pours bacon and eggs on their plates. Lena smiles happily as she starts to eat. She glances at Amélie, who's looking out the window, not really interested in eating.
Widowmaker stands on top of a roof, somewhere not necessarily close to Annecy. Her mind filled with possibilities that she hopes it wouldn't happen, since Amélie remembers all the time she's had in the "experimenting" base.
She sighs, closing her eyes. She has to be Widowmaker, and go home as Amélie.
"I see you haven't finished your mission." A raspy voice fills the silence. Widowmaker's eyes open and she turns around, seeing Reaper and her doctor. She grits her teeth. "You have been slacking, Widowmaker. This is not like you." The doctor scoffs with a smug smile on his face. "Are you getting attached to the girl?"
"I just need more time."
"Time?" Reaper repeats, "You had time."
"I don't think she understands the importance of this mission." The doctor says. He looks at Widowmaker with the same smile, and he clicks his tongue. "This is no good, ma chère. I think you should be taken back to the hospital to get checked."
Hospital… Amélie suffered there. She doesn't want to go back there.
"...I will do it… tonight." She informs. She looks away, holding her rifle against her shoulder.
"We will watch you," The doctor hums, "In case you choose not to, or you choose to go against us. Reaper will do the job for you."
Widowmaker inhales… And she nods. dans quoi t'es tu embarquée…? She turns away and uses her grappling hook to swing off.
"I don't think she will do it," The doctor says as he watched the woman leave. He looks at the man in black and smiles, "any wrong move she does… Kill her. And her friend." He says as he turns to leave. Reaper stares off into the city, and he slowly disintegrate into black mist.
Amélie stops by the flower shop and looks around the shop. she looks at the owner who came up to her and kindly refuses her help. She takes one white and pink mixed roses and a vase. She heads to the counter and pays for it. The two smile at each other. Amélie leaves the shop and heads home.
As soon as she comes through the front door, she sees Lena asleep on the couch. She smiles and giggles quietly. She heads to put water into the base and roses in it. She places them on the center of the dining table and she kneels in front of the brown haired woman. She strokes her hair, and gave her forehead a kiss.
Amélie then frowns. She can't do this… She really can't kill her… Well, Widowmaker, not Amélie. But… She just really can't do this. She closes her eyes and rests her head beside Lena's.
"Do you think my wife would like this?" Amélie overhears her husband and Tracer talk at a jewelry store. She smiles to herself. She's not the type of person to wear jewelry, but it is nice to receive them once in awhile. She glances back to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"This one? No… She's really more of a Opal girl." Gérard says. Tracer shakes her head. "No, no… honestly, have you seen your own wife's wardrobe? It's all purple and blue! She's definitely Amethyst, or Sapphire!" Tracer argues.
Funny, Tracer knows more about Amélie than her own husband.
Tracer holds up a thin necklace with a glimmering Sapphire heart gem hanging onto it. "This one is perfect." She says. "No! You make her look like her heart is ice cold and… heartless!" Gérard argues jokingly. Tracer laughs, but shakes her head. "But look at it… It's really beautiful. When she wears it, her tan skin contrasting with the Sapphire, it's like seeing a structure trademark of a city. This is definitely fitting." Tracer stares at it.
c'est plutôt jolie, Amélie has to admit. She smiles. How does this little one know everything about her?
She sees Tracer, and their eyes lock for a second… Until the other woman looks away, flustered. Amélie blinks, realizing the meaning of their gaze. She smiles again. Somehow her chest feels warmer. She sits down on a bench and pulls out a book, continuing to eavesdrop on the two. Lena keeps suggesting things she thinks Amélie would enjoy having. It makes Amélie smile, and might consider wearing them if ever presented…
Amélie wakes up, and she yawns. She feels her hair being stroked, she looks up and sees Lena, with a big smile on her face. Somehow the smile on her face makes Amélie's chest feel heavier, both in a good and bad way. She loves that smile so much, but her mission…
Lena kisses her cheek, and smiles. "Angela called me. She said she's in the area. Should we go see her? She'd be glad to see you back to normal, Amélie!" She suggests, pretty excited about it. Amélie looks at her, thinking about it for a second. "... No, I'll pass on that one." She smiles, "But you can go ahead and see her. I'll just be home."
"What if I bring her here?"
"Ma chérie, I think it's best that we go shopping with her." Amélie smiles. She doesn't want the 26-year-old to figure out she's lying to her. In the end, Lena pouts as she admits defeat. She smiles at the older woman, gives her a kiss on the cheek, and goes upstairs to get dressed. Amélie watches her, and she frowns. This might be the end…
As soon as Lena finishes, and exits her home, Amélie puts on her Widowmaker outfit. She grabs her visor, then reaches for her visor and pulls back a little, seeing Lena's orange goggles. She smiles sadly. She picks up the goggles, giving it a kiss. She sets it down, then she leans on her hand onto the hair dresser. She hangs her head down, her shoulders shrugs, and her body trembles.
"Amélie, je suis désolé d'avoir participé à cela." Widowmaker's breath hitches, holding back the water in her eyes. "Pour vous casser, lorsque vous êtes déja cassé." She closes her eyes as she grips onto the handle of her sniper rifle. Vous serez la fin de moi. Amélie thinks with disappointment, as if talking to Widowmaker. This makes Widowmaker's heart become heavy.
"Adieu, Amélie." Widowmaker bids her farewell, then exits the house through the window.
Lena has been walking with Angela, yet she feels like she's being watched. She doesn't understand it, but she doesn't mind either. She looks at Angela, who seems to have been talking about how tiring work has been. She looks away, taking the time to admire the things around her.
The birds chirp happily, nuzzling up against one another before hopping into their nest. The sound of the wind softly blowing against her skin. Seeing the waves gently rolling at the canal, with the disturbed ripples as people row their boats. She sees little squirrels, scurrying pass to get acorns.
"Lena?"
Lena looks over, seeing Angela with a smile. "Don't be dozing off now, we still have to buy more things." She giggles. The time jumper laughs a little as she scratches the back of her head. "Right, sorry luv. The place is just so beautiful!" She grins. "I know, but the longer we waste time, the less we can check around the store!" Angela says, giggling. Lena laughs; she always loved her little… jokes. If they were jokes to begin with…
The two got into the store, and they basically shopped until the store had to close for the evening. Angela walks out with several new bags. Lena honestly didn't think Angela would be the fashionista type… I guess wearing her doctor's suit can be boring after awhile… Lena thinks to herself.
Lena seems to be lost in thought, until she hears Angela yell her name. She snaps out of it, and looks at the other woman. "Watch out!" Angela screams.
Watch out where?
Lena didn't have much time to react until a huge force pushed her back, making her fall to the floor. Her face smack against somebody's gun, and it really hurt her nose. She groans, her eyes unfocusing due to the impact. She slowly sits up and rubs her head.
Why is her hand moist?
She looks at her hand, focusing on the deep red color imprinted on her hand. Her eyes widen and she pulls back, pushing whatever on her away. Her chest heaves, shocked to see blood on her body. But that doesn't compare to who she saw bleeding on the floor.
Her heart drops.
"Amélie?!" She screams, scurrying to her and she grabs her back. She checks her eyes, in fear. They're wide open, pupils small, like trying to see a star in the middle of a dark night. No, she can't be?! She can't allow it! Not again…!
She finds the source of her wound, which is on her stomach, and pushes deep into it so no more blood oozes out. She looks at the other woman, whispering her name over and over and over.
"Mon amour..." Widowmaker coughs. She looks up to see Lena crying. She slowly reaches her face with her hand, and smiles with relief, "Je suis content que tu vas bien..."
"What happened to you?! Who did this?!" Lena yells. She wants answers! Why is this happening to her now?!
"Shhh…" The older woman hushes her, wiping away her tears. All of a sudden, Angela runs towards them and tackles Lena down. As soon as she falls, a gunshot could be heard. Angela gasps heavily, tired from running. "Jeez…! He won't quit!"
Widowmaker hears what she said, and she tries to sit up. She winces and screams in agony. She keeps trying to get up, but she couldn't. Lena holds her and tries to keep her down, "Amélie, no! You're wounded!"
"He's going to get you!" Widowmaker argues, and she finally sat up.
BANG!
Widowmaker's eyes shot wide open, seeing Lena's chronal accelerator dysfunctioning, as well as gunshot wounds all over her chest. The accelerator breaks and falls off, and Lena's body falls back, parts of her body start to glitch with blue light.
"Non…" She whispers, "Non, non, non…!" She whispers. She turns her head with anger, but that disappears as soon as the middle of her eyebrows meet the muzzle of a shotgun.
"You were the best, Widowmaker… But now…" Reaper's voice ring in her ears as he says the last words…
"You are pathetic."
BANG!
Translation
Est-ce la fin de nous - Is this the end of us
Aies pitié - have mercy
Ma chère - my dear
Celà ne prendra pas beaucoup de temps - it wont take long
Sans quoi t'es tu embarquée - what have you gotten into
c'est plutôt jolie - it is quite beautiful
Je suis désolé d'avoir participé à cela - I am sorry for participating in this
Pour vous casser, lorsque vous êtes déja cassé - for breaking you when you are already broken
Je suis content que tu vas bien - I'm glad you're still okay
AC: LOL I'm so sorry. I got carried away, and I'm slightly panicking on how to end the next chapter. 8) Are you scared? Anyway, thank you so much for reading my fanfic up till now. I hope you will be reading the upcoming chapter, and it will be the last one for this story!... hopefully. Also, I would like to thank some people who have contacted me in helping to translate certain sentences and stuff. C: You're all too kind. ; v ;~
I hope you cried, causethatsthepoint. Be prepared for the last chapter, we all gonna hit feels and just die in a hole… Who knows. I've just been making things up as I go. But I might have an idea for next chapter, so stay tuned~ keep reading, everyone!
~Soli