Title: Against the rules
Chapter 35: Widowmaker
AN: Alright, alright. I'll put you guys out of your misery. I apologise for the heartache BUT there is more to come.
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Tracer's POV
"She's not dead." Mercy clarifies. We was sat as a small table with four chairs around it. Each was occupied with either Mercy, Sombra or Hana.
Sombra looks emotionally drained, her body sluggish from sleepless nights. I don't blame her, Amélie was her best friend.
Sombra was wearing black skinny jeans with a jacket that was crammed with electrical gear. I guess she had a lot of time on her hands.
"What do you mean then?" I ask, trying to hide the thickness in my voice.
They all look at each other. Making it seem like there's a secret that they don't know if they should tell me.
"That is my girlfriend. Tell me what you mean." I almost growl at them.
"Lena. calm down." Angela says with motherly order, causing my impatience to flair ugly.
"Don't tell me to calm down when you're keeping secrets from me! I deserve to know what's wrong." I yell, almost standing up in my anger.
"They scrubbed her memories." I hear a tired upset voice say from my side. I turn my head to see an upset Hispanic.
"They took away everything… She tried to kill Angela when she woke up." Sombra continues her arms tightly coiled around her chest.
I look to Angela to see her eyes downcast as she thinks over the events.
"Tell me everything." I say softer than before but still demanding. I needed to hear this.
"Lena, you should go to sleep-" Angela starts before I cut her off.
"Tell. Me." I say slowly. Angela sighs softly before she leans back in her chair looking exhausted.
"He turned off all of her implants. She died while still on the concrete. We managed to get her to this facility and get her on life support before we lost her for good."
"Shutting off all of the implants must have overridden a programme and shut her memories off, like a mind sweep just in case they lose her on a mission."
"I replaced all of the implants and made sure she was healthy and could sustain herself before letting her awaken. That's when she tried to attack me."
"we've been trying for months to jog her memory, just in case she can still access them but nothing seems to be working. She doesn't trust anyone and keeps her guard constantly up."
"Lena, I just don't want you to get hurt when she doesn't recognise you." she tries to comfort me but I just lean back in my chair.
"What does she do when you're not around?" I ask wondering what she would get up to with being in such an unfamiliar setting.
"She speaks French to herself." Sombra says, obviously using her invisibility to spy on the woman.
I frown at her softly, surely she should have caught it on tape and checked it online.
"It's broken… some words she says and others she starts to say then mumbles the rest, changing the words so quickly I can't catch what she's saying." She continues, looking at the table in worry.
My decision was made before I could be discouraged.
"I'm seeing her." I say as I stand up.
"You can't leave the room, we don't know how far the anchor can hold you till." Angela says as she scrambles up to her feet to try and stop me.
"This anchor is very strong. I think I can move pretty far." I reply as I start making my way to the door. "besides, if it can't I'll just be sent back here."
Sombra speaks next, but what she says shocks me more than anything.
"I'll come with you." I hear the scrape of the chair against concrete as she moves to come walk with me.
I guess everyone needs support in times like these.
We step out of the room and I look down the dull concrete corridors.
"This place could really do with a lick of paint." I comment and Sombra leads me down the right hallway.
"You get used to it after a while." Sombra replies, a small smile ghosting her features.
"How long exactly have I been away?" I ask, preparing myself mentally for this.
"just under a year." she replies, her voice holding some sort of tightness.
"Shit. I must have missed out on all of the great British Bake off. I'll have to check online."
At that, Sombra let out a hearty laugh. "You always know how to make a bad situation into a good one."
"I try." I smile slightly. I'm glad I made her laugh, I guess she needed it.
"Is Ewa okay?" I ask, remembering the knife she got to the abdomen.
"Are you kidding me? Nothing can hurt that woman." She replies jokingly, I laugh slightly. She has a good point.
We soon find ourselves stood outside a steel door, with one small openable window in it.
"Are you sure you're ready?" she asks, turning her head to observe me.
I take a deep breath, nodding softly. There's nothing like the present.
Sombra opens the door after hesitating slightly. It must be hard for her, she was Amélie's best friend.
Once the door opens fully, I'm greeted with a familiar smell. A smell that I used to wake up to and snuggles closer to.
The room was a small concrete box with one window on the far side which had metal bars across it like a jail cell.
Against the far wall was a desk and chair with books spewed across the surface, some was open and some was piled up.
Across the right side wall was a bookshelf, not nearly full but it had enough to be plentiful. On the left was a wall covered in either drawn on paper or scratches in the wall.
I step inside for a better look and see a double bed pressed against the corner between the wall that had the door and the wall that was Amélie's canvas.
The bed was neatly made with dark purple sheets. This was definitely her room.
"Who are you?" Someone asks from my right, causing me to flinch and turn to see the taller blue woman. Her face looked more confused than threatening as she stands next to the now open door.
She was wearing black gym pants and a purple two tone long sleeved top where the arms were a darker purple to the torso.
She almost looked the same. Her Ponytail was the same apart from its length only reaching her shoulders now. Her golden eyes were the same, except they didn't have the same glow in them when she looked at me.
I catch myself staring and quickly look away. She doesn't remember me. If a stranger stared at me I wouldn't appreciate it.
Stranger… that is all I am to her now…
My chest tightens painfully. Oh get over yourself Lena. There's nothing that can be done now.
I blink away the unnecessary tears and look back at her, plastering on a fake smile.
"Just an old mate, love." I reply, my tone being very cheery.
She frowns softly but decides to ignore what just happened. Good. She moves around me and pokes her head out of the door.
"Hello Sombra." she says, nodding in said woman's direction as she goes to her desk.
"Hello Amélie." the Hispanic replies, stepping into the door frame.
"Anything new happened?" The French woman asks, taking a seat at the desk and pulling a book towards her.
Sombra shrugs slightly. "We got Tracer out of whatever she was in. The other girls call it 'time' but I can't see how that's possible."
From the mention of my prison for the last year, I suddenly feel out of control. I clutch my arms close to me and try some exercises that time taught me.
I take deep breaths, trying to concentrate on my timeline and my particals.
"Tracer?" I hear a muffled voice ask worriedly. My vision blurry so I couldn't see who said it.
I try to gasp for air that wasn't there, clutching my arms tighter to my being. I have to stay here. I need to.
I collapse after a small moment, my body becoming weak quicker than I thought it would be. I can't go back. I can't.
I find myself landing in strong cool arms. That's strange, people aren't usually cold. Am I losing my feeling?
I start to curl up. Oh god I'm going back. I'm going back and they won't be able to bring me back.
I hear quick footfalls as someone leaves the room. Leaving me alone with the person that's holding me. What if no one is holding me? What if it's just an illusion?
"Breathe Lena. It's okay." I hear the voice more clearly now. No, she can't know my name, I never said it.
I open my eyes to see concerned golden ones looking down at me. Her strong arms cradling my small, curled up body.
Oh this can't be real. Is this a flashback from time? She can't know me.
"Amélie." I whisper softly, tears making their trails down my face. Oh time is so so cruel.
Before anything else happens I hear someone shout my voice in the distance before everything goes dark.
Oh what did I do to deserve this?