Widowmaker's golden, cat like eyes fluttered open, and she quickly sat up, scanning the area around her frantically. After a moment of panicking she came to realize that she was still in her bedroom. Relaxing a bit in her bed, she leaned forward, her right hand coming up to cover half of her face as she tried to recall the previous night. But why would she even want to remember what happened? Unfortunately, she clearly remembered. The way Maximilian held her with a tight, monstrous grip and a treated her like his sex toy. The way he held a tight grip on her and all of her decisions.

"There has to be something I'm forgetting," Widow thought to herself, "He keeps acting like those Overwatch rats will take me away, but...why?" After a few moments of thinking to herself, the sniper quickly turned her head towards the door, knowing someone was approaching her room. She was correct.

The young woman watched the spruce wood door to her bedroom open, revealing Widow's primary doctor at the facility, Dr. Gilbert, but most people referred to him as Gil. The sniper inhaled deeply and let out a soft sigh, turning away from the doctor.

"Miss," Gilbert began, "I'm here to give you your daily injections."

The doctor could see Widow wince to herself a bit. He looked down a bit at the tray he was carrying that held the injections, wipes, and medicine and began to walk to the side of the bed the professional sniper was sitting at. She flung her legs over the side of the bed, continuing to look down even as he stood by her side. He noticed the strangeness in her behavior, and sat the tray down on the bedside table, grabbing the wipes and instantly beginning to clean the the side of her neck as she pulled her hair away to expose the skin.

"So, how have you been feeling? Physically?" He asked curiously as he cleaned the area, going ahead and checking her heart rate once he had finished. "I'm fine," Widow said in a dry tone, as usual, but even though she was trying her best to hide her confusion and pain, the doctor could still sense it.

"If I may," he began softly, looking around the room a bit as if checking to make sure no one was eavesdropping, "I would like to say that, I do understand feelings, Miss, and as much as Maximilian would like you to not have feelings, it's scientifically impossible for us to completely rid a human being of their emotions." Widowmaker continued to sit stiffly on the bed, her expression not changing as he wrapped his blood pressure cuff around her arm. He began to pump air inside of the cuff, and was quickly finished, taking it off of her dainty arms and taking a mental note of what her blood pressure was, even though it was always the same.

As a few seconds passed, Widow finally pulled herself out of her daze and realized that the doctor had been standing in front of her, staring, and not doing his normal daily routines. "What are you doing?" She asked looking at him for a second, and then back down to her knees.

Dr. Gilbert sighed a bit to himself and bent down on his knees so that he was at a shorter height then Widowmaker. "Miss," he said softly, "I would like to help you." This statement caught the sniper off guard, her eyes quickly darting up to meet with his. He could tell by her expression she was confused, but also thinking he was absolutely insane by saying such an absurd thing. "What the hell does that mean?" Widowmaker asked in a whisper yell, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone outside.

"I know about your dreams. I know about what you're feeling, and so does Maximilian. That's why he did what he did to you last night." Widow's face became a light shade of pink as he said he knew about what Max had done to her the previous night, her gaze darting to the side as he continued to speak. "I want to help you. I want you to know who you really are." Her cat like irises widened. No one, in the seven years she had been with Tartarus had ever offered to help her. Of course, this entire time she had been under Max's spell, listening to every command he barked at her and allowing him to rape her and torcher her day after day.

"Why do you want to help me? What is there that I need to know?" Her eyes met his again, but this time her expression had changed. She seemed more serious than before, and that's exactly what Gilbert had been wanting.

"You need to know the real Widowmaker. No. You need to know Amélie Lacroix," he finished in a matter of fact tone. The young woman, looking off into the depths of her room, tried to recall for a moment where she had heard that name before, and then looked back to her doctor. "So...that's what that Gabriel man was speaking about?" She asked him, and he nodded in reply. Leaning back a bit on the bed, Widow rubbed her face with one hand, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend what was going on. "So, you're telling me that I have an identity other than Widowmaker? I had a life before...well, this?" The woman finished while gesturing towards the room. The doctor, wanting to answer her questions to his best ability, quickly nodded in return, standing up from his bent down position and grabbed a chair that sat in the corner of the room.

"You had a life before Tartarus. Long before Tartarus. But part of it did involve Maximilian, and this Gabriel man you ran into. Overwatch was even apart of your life," he finished, crossing one of his legs over the other and crossing his arms. "I don't want to give you the injections anymore," he said, Widowmaker quickly turned to face him again with confusion, "the more injections I give you, the more you fall under Max's control. That's the last thing you need. We need to get you out of this situation. You and I both know that this life is hell." Widow wanted to agree with him aloud, but instead decided that it was best to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself for awhile. Her eyes, that had been on Gilbert this whole time, now lingered back down to her knees, her eyes scanning over the many purple and blue bruises that had formed since last night and even ones that had been there for many months. Gilbert noticed where her gaze was, and cleared his throat a bit, his sorrow for the young woman apparent by his saddened expression.

"Tell me." She said in a soft voice. Although her voice was quiet and collected, it was still a command. A command that she knew she needed to give.

With a light smile appearing on the doctor's face, he nodded, crossing his arms in his lap like a professional. "Many years ago, you were married to a man who was apart of Overwatch. For now, I will not give names, but you two loved each other very much. You two were very close," he finished lightly, "Your husband became obsessed with finding a group known as Talon. After many years of searching he failed. The same goes for Talon. They tried for years to eliminate your husband, but couldn't get close enough to him." Widow's eyes stared at the man closely, taking in all of the information he was giving her closely, "After all else failed, they decided to try one more thing. They kidnapped you, and made you the ultimate sleeper agent. A cold hearted killing machine. They reconditioned you and made you into their live puppet. After months of torture and experiments, Talon finally threw you away, allowing Overwatch to find you. Your husband was so glad you were home, but one evening, as you both lay sleeping, you awoke from your slumber, and…" Gilbert paused for a second, looking down a bit. Widow looked into the man's eyes and could see his hesitation.

"It's alright," she said calmly, "I can handle it."

The doctor quickly looked up to the woman and let out an uncomfortable sigh, rubbing the palms of his hands against his thighs as he finished his sentence, "You awoke from your slumber and murdered him." Widow, already knowing the ending to this dark story, continued to look at the doctor. To his surprise she didn't react, and it was almost like she already knew about all of the things he was telling her. Maybe she began remembering her past as he retold it?

"After you killed him, you joined Talon and became Widowmaker. Your skin became a blue shade, your heart slowed, your hair turned blue as well, and you became the human version of a Black Widow spider. Cold and heartless. You felt nothing. No sadness. No anger. No excitement. Nothing. You became an empty corpse, but even so, you still remembered your husband and there were times people reported that you had visited his grave." Now interested in this twisted fairytale, Widow sat back on her bed, pressing her back against the baseboard, the wood touching the wall lightly.

"You were the most infamous sniper and assassin. No one could get through you. For awhile, you did most of your missions alone. That's how you preferred it. But after about a year of being in Talon, a new member joined. His name was Reaper." The young woman's eyes narrowed a bit, remembering that name from her dream and also remembering that Gabriel had said that name at the Overwatch HQ. "You and Reaper were assigned to become partners. Eventually a hacker named Sombra also joined your group, but there were some missions that you two did without her since most of your missions failed when she would go along." A light chuckle escaped the sniper's lips, her arms crossed over her chest as she relaxed onto the bed.

"For awhile, you two never got along. After missions you two would fight because you both took each other's kills. You would get angry because he got in the way of your aim and he would get angry because you killed everyone before he could. But...things changed…" Gilbert turned his gaze to Widow, who was now always looking at him but her expression took him off guard. She seemed to look desperate for him to finish, longing for the words he was about to say. "For the first time in years, you felt things. He felt things. Reaper was known for killing anything in his path from the shadows and you were a feared human being who mutilated anything your eyes could spot through your scope. You both came to…" He trailed off for a moment before finishing, "You both came to love one another."

From her seat on the bed, Widow's hands clenched and her body stiffened up. Everything began to connect. Slowly, but surely, everything was coming together. "So," she began, standing up from the king sized bed and walking to the long window that was directly in front of the bed, "this Reaper is...Gabriel...I assume?" She finished her sentence quietly, her body now standing in front of the window, her eyes staring out to the snow covered mountains that surrounded the facility.

"That is correct, Miss Lacroix."

Although Widowmaker didn't recall having this name or ever remember being called by this name, she still felt that it fit her. A lot better than Widowmaker did. She smiled a bit from where she was standing in front of the window. For a bit, the room was silent until Widow broke the silence which was a rare occasion.

"Gilbert," the young woman said, this catching the doctor off guard since she normally didn't call people by their names, "I want you to help me."

Standing from his seat frantically, he doctor walked a bit closer to her, "Of course Miss whatever you n-need," he said while stuttering. She took one last look out to the mountains, recalling the first time that she had awoke here, thinking the mountains were the most beautiful things that she had ever seen.

"You and I both know that Maximilian will do something to me," she began softly, her hands reaching up to sit on the stool of the window, "and before that happens I want to make a private radio call to the Overwatch HQ." The doctor, now speechless from her sudden change in attitude and personality, shook his head, "Y-Yes ma'am. I know exactly how to help. I'll get the equipment immediately!"

Before Widowmaker could say anything, the doctor had grabbed his tray of tools and dashed out of the room. She watched as the spruce door glided open from his running, and listened as the metal doors in the living room opened and closed, leaving the sniper all alone for the first time in awhile. Her golden eyes looked out upon the snow that was falling at a slow pace, her eyes seeming to almost have a twinkle in them for the first time in her life. Her gaze darted down to her hands and a smirk began to crawl onto her face, her voice soft yet intimidating as she spoke in a whisper,

"Maximilian will never know what hit him."