Plead for the Widow

Chapter 9

Companion of Fools


Widowmaker stood in awe as Reaper exited the room stained in bloodshed, the moans and groans of the soldiers inside still audible to them. She was pleased when Reaper walked up to her and extended his hand.

"The honors?" Reaper gave Widowmaker a locked briefcase and traded it for a belt of grenades, "Thank you so much." he nodded and unpinned all of them, then threw the belt inside the safe room and shut the metal door.

Widowmaker sighed as she heard the explosions, then looked at Reaper and at his mask, "Death... why are you so sweet?" she smiled and gained a small flush on her cheeks.

"Because I get the job done." Reaper grunted and looked at the briefcase in her arms, "Now..." he stepped inside and stayed for a few minutes, giving Widowmaker an emotional waiting game which she clearly enjoyed.

At the end for the fourth minute, Reaper returned and looked at his hands, which were now on the verge normality, "Let's see..." he took off his mask and showed his face to Widowmaker. His eyes were now back, and his lips and nose were scarred but whole- but the surprising thing was that he had regained a hint of his natural brown skin color.

However, Widowmaker frowned, grabbed the man's mask, and put it back on, then smiled again, "I like you better like this, Reaper." she said and stepped back.

Reaper growled in anger, but then stopped and thought this could be an excellent opportunity. Now that he knew and verified that Widowmaker cared for him in a way that was foreign to him, but could be exploited, he could play around with her.

The ride back to Portugal was great, the man could feel Widowmaker's fascination and interest piercing his heavy cloaks. Reaper was now plotting how he could use this fascinated woman in order to gain a one up in Talon, and this would help him gain the strength to take down Overwatch once and for all.

Perhaps he could play her in what he could only perceive as Romance?

Perhaps he could just use her little fetishes to seduce her into giving him a bit more?

Now that they had arrived to their HQ, it was only natural for the man to make his first move in his great chessgame in order to knock down the enemy king- Overwatch.

Reaper turned to Widowmaker, then extended his arm, "Perhaps I can show you something you might like?" he asked and pulled out one of his shotguns.

"What could this be?" Widowmaker asked in interest, "There's no Talon orders yet..."

"We don't need them to tell us what to do." Reaper told her, "Especially that which we both mutually enjoy." he lifted her hand and placed it on her rifle, which was on her lap, "And I'll take you there." he nodded. However, he pulled out a small black bandanna and placed it on her eyes, "This, however, will be a surprise." he chuckled.

Widowmaker grinned, "I'm ready to kill." she looked in Reaper's general direction.

And thus, Reaper drove, but since they were in the general vicinity of where he wanted to be, all he did was drive up a small green hill that overlooked their destination- Talon HQ.

The man stepped down and then walked to the passenger door, then opened it and led Widowmaker outside, "Now just lay down." he muttered and helped the woman.

"The grass..." Widowmaker commented as she laid on the soft green brush, "Where are we?" she asked, but was stopped when she received her sniper rifle from Reaper.

"It's a wonderful place." Reaper responded and stepped inside the car, then pressed some buttons on the dashboard which turned the exterior of the car into a bright white. Then, the man pressed another button, which added a new item- The Overwatch Logo.

Widowmaker was hearing all this commotion, but Reaper hadn't spoken, "Hello? Reaper? What are you doing?" she asked, only to stop when she felt a warm embrace around her body, "Ah... What is this?" she asked.

Reaper saw his black cloak cover Widow, he himself wearing a blue commander suit and a grey visor, "Here... this will make you not stand out." he muttered and placed a blue beret on Widow's head, "Now... Death comes." he muttered into her ear.

"Ah..." Widowmaker moaned and opened her sniper rifle, "Where should I fire? Or should I still have my bl-"

"Keep it." Reaper told her, "Now... just fire straight ahead, you have a great shot." he told her and stroked her back, "Go... kill..." he murmured.

Widowmaker smirked and fired, hitting a Talon guard that was standing at the gates.

"Nice shot." Reaper said and pulled out his holophone, then played an audio of a man groaning a gargling blood, probably a recording he had taken himself.

Widowmaker sighed deeply, "Where else?" she said and felt Reaper move her arms and rifle, "Ooh... have they noticed us?" she asked.

Reaper saw that the guards were busy scanning the area with binoculars and had already called for reinforcements "No.. they haven't." he informed, "You have another shot." he let go of her.

Another shot, and another guard down, enough to lure out some Talon agents into the fray- now this was what Reaper wanted, and he urged Widowmaker to continue shooting until she lost all the ammo.

Now it was this time that the Talon agents caught sight of their attackers, only to see the Overwatch vehicle drive away much to their dismay.

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Widowmaker, even though oblivious to her previous actions, felt alive since what appeared to be a long time, all thanks to the Reaper, the Death that she so admires and strives to find. That Death was here with her- Reaper was everything Death was, and the line between the human behind the mask and Death himself was eliminated.

"You did good, Widow..." Reaper turned to face her, setting his heavy cloak down on her bed, "You impressed me."

"I am glad I did, Reaper." Widowmaker stood up and faced the masked man, "I am so glad I did. Je t'amie, Morte." she kissed his mask.

Reaper was taken back a bit, but then recollected his thoughts and knew he had succeeded in breaking Widowmaker, it was only a matter of time that Talon would incite them to attack Overwatch- and with this loyal dog of his, he could have the advantage.

"Death will take you." Reaper muttered into her ear, which caused Widowmaker's heart to pound and race so much that her natural skin color slowly started to return. What a weird phenomenon, but he urged himself to continue in order to take her down.

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"I care not for anyone." Widowmaker, covered by a blanket, told Reaper as the two shared the same bed, "Not in this life, or the next... What keeps me going are my kills."

Reaper endured the emotional chat, knowing that he already knew her already, and that he already had her as a pawn in his game.

"Oh..." Widowmaker mumbled as she looked at the corner of the room, seeing a spider perched on its web, "Look at that..." she stood up, keeping the blanket on her body.

Reaper was perplexed, but continued to see this through.

"When I was young... I was afraid of spiders..." Widowmaker mumbled as she reached up and grabbed the arachnid, "I was told they were evil... and felt nothing." she saw the creature scurry in her hand, "However, I have come to know that they do feel-"

The spider bit her in defense.

"Alive..." the woman exhaled, "When they go for the kill." she turned back to the wall and put the spider back, "Now that I am grown, I no longer fear them... because I am like them."

Reaper scoffed inside his head, thinking this was all borderline lunacy, but he couldn't play it so rough just yet, "Seems we both have something in common." he chuckled and also stood up, then glared at Widowmaker. "Many people say Death is the worst thing that can happen to you." the man started to speak as he paced around the woman, "However... mi abuela died when I was young, and I when I saw her face in that box, I knew Death was not the worst thing- the worst thing does not bring you that much peace." he clenched his fist, "No... the worst feeling is being on the brink... On the fringes of life and death- the uncertainty, the pain, the disorientation... You no longer feel anything, but yet at the same time you feel the pain of a thousand burns, you no longer see anything, yet at the same time you see the life you have and are living. It was when I was stuck in that position that I knew that Death was not horrible... it was a friend... and it was me..."

Widowmaker saw as Reaper showed her his chest, a scarred mess of skin and flesh that appeared mangled and revealed the exposed ribcage.

"This is not living... this is Death." Reaper commented, "I am at a metastasis where life is meaningless to me, its only use being to quell my unending appetite- For whatever Life makes, Death consumes." he growled and sat back on the bed.

Widowmaker walked up to him, then grabbed his head and brought him in, smiling as she once again brought him to her bed. Her spider tattoo shone in the moonlight as her blanket fell down, exposing herself.

For Reaper... this could only get better and better.


For my Reviewing Guest:
No, this will not be a Widowreaper fic... in the usual sense... It's not fluff or romance.
This is a psycho thriller thing so you'll see soon.

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