A Saving Grace
Time seemed to move slower than normal as she realised, she had no way out. So much pain, so many close calls, so many people killed and so many more or swore to kill her and this is how it ended. A rookie mistake on her part at the hands of some clear amateur who failed to get the killing shot. If she had the time to think it through or register it, she would have snarled in anger at this whole situation.
As it stood her mind was racing to find a way out, for her to escape the inescapable and live through this. To crawl out the other side and emerge again, like…. she pushed those thoughts away. The woman she was before the event was dead, and would never come back. Never could. And before she knew it, her time was up.
Time sped back up again, she felt like she was accelerating, and also like she had always been moving at this speed. She had twisted around as she began to fall, and saw the stars for what now seemed would be the last time. In the bitter taste of failing a kill that was so close, she could register just a flicker of regret, sadness and melancholy all mixed together as she gazed at them.
All too soon it had to end, and she landed with a loud thud. She cried out in pain for the first time in a long time as she hit her back off a small window balcony on the building she had fallen off, and then fell silent as she landed on the floor far below into a pile of bins and rubbish bags.
As she hit the ground there was a loud sound of metal crunching and snapping, the sound of her body hitting concrete and quickly followed by her head slamming against a bin as she suddenly stopped. Not soon after, everything went dark as Widowmaker closed her eyes and succumbed to her injuries.
Except of course, she didn't. She woke back up god knows how many hours later with pain throbbing through her body, and covered by what felt like rubbish bags. Weakly she reached up and moved the bags off her face, and winced at the sudden influx of sunlight now assaulting her eyes and face.
Groaning as she slowly sat up, her entire body felt stiff as she rubbed her neck. "What the…? How am I alive?" she pondered in a pained voice, still groaning and wincing a little as she pulled herself slowly out of the pile of trash left in the street.
As she observed where she had fallen, all the dented bins and bags that had bust open, she reached lower down her back to rub at a particularly painful spot which is when she felt Widow's Kiss. More specifically she felt it broken on her back, and pulled it off her.
It looked like it had been assaulted by a sledgehammer, cracked down the middle with large parts missing entirely. The scope was gone, and the area where she would load her magazines was bent. Despite the damage she couldn't help but give a small, wry smile as she looked over the weapon that had clamed countless lives. "Must…must have taken the brunt of the impact. One final act of service."
She took in a deep, shuddering breath as pain still wracked her body, especially as she smiled. She returned Widow's Kiss to her back and stumbled over to the nearby wall, and remembered her bullet wound. Looking down at her side she was glad to see that she hadn't lost much blood, one of the advantages of her condition was that her lower heart rate meant her blood pumped much slower and thus it would take much, much longer for her to bleed out.
Infection was still an issue however, and she didn't have any medical packs on her person. She hadn't deemed them necessary, but she was beginning to think otherwise if only for the painkillers they contained to counteract the terrible pain that was present in every inch of her being.
A hospital was out of the question though, and her com-link to Talon seemed to have been crushed in the fall. She had no way to contact base, no medical supplies to help her and absolutely nobody to contact for aid. She was known the world over as a terrorist, a murderer, and with her blue skin she stood out like a sore thumb among the normal population. And despite how she normally felt with a kill taking on the entire city of Paris when all she had was a broken gun didn't seem like the smartest plan to her. Especially since Overwatch had just announced to the world that they were going to come back and help, regardless of if that makes them a criminal organisation or not. She didn't want to risk a run into the likes of Winston or that damned yapping brit in her current state.
"Need to find somewhere safe…shelter…has to be a shelter somewhere nearby…." was all she managed to rasp out as she slowly stumbled her way through the back alleys, each word making her throat sting.
She would find what she needed, get herself patched up and then return to Talon. She would do that, because what else was there she could do?
Chapter End
And that was chapter two. I only really wanted to deal with the immediate aftermath of the fall here and what Widowmaker plans on doing so she can get fixed up. Of course a hit to the head like that can do a lot of damage, and someone would need to take a look at that brain of hers to make sure it isn't permanently damaged…
This is a bit of a slow burn I won't lie, but I do hope that you enjoy it and stick through it with me as this story carries on. Especially as we start to meet more of the main cast and, as the plot progresses, what they think and say and feel about everything that is happening.
See you next chapter.
