Time Unknown, Hana Song's Bedroom
It eventually stopped. My entire body just….stopped. I could barely breathe. My eyes were barely open as I took a look at my surroundings. I was still bound to the bed of course, as if she would let me go that easily. My chest was searing with a sharp, hot pain that I'd never felt anything close to before….except at that time. My head could barely bend down, so if anything was done to my chest in the meantime, I sure as hell couldn't see it. Darting my eyes to my right, Hana was asleep, assumedly she was also tired from the amount of physical exertion she'd been through. But this physical pain was nothing compared to how I felt.
Lena...was constantly still in my head. Her smile, her voice, her annoying mannerisms...her bloodsoaked corpse…
Hana had triggered something within...my own dark side. I felt guilty for everything that happened. I had that weight on my back. If I had paid more attention then I could've done something about Amélie...I could've stopped her if I reacted quicker, and yet here I am, feeling incredibly alone despite being """"married""""...yeah, right. This was effectively me being locked in hell itself.
I couldn't bear this guilt. But I couldn't end it. Not for Angela's sake. Or my mother. Or Hanzo, Genji, hell even Fareeha and McCree. No matter how weird they may be, how aggressive they can be and how fucked up they are in some way; we all went through that hell in Busan together. That fucking nightmare was all us. They all must feel some guilt, and some pain.
But they weren't the one Widowmaker was originally aiming for - that was me. A bullet delivered right from her gun to my heart.
The Widow's Kiss as it were. Heh, how ironic considering how Hana ended up in this mess in the first place. It's all been really messy since Amélie came into our lives...if she hadn't of messed things up for some warped kind of love or political agenda, then Hana and I would have actually had something decent going on, something we could build off of - something we could make dreams from.
But yet here I am, only Hana's dream being fulfilled as I lay here as a useless toy. Her love toy, heeding to every single beck and call she throws out like some sort of loser. I have no strength left, she has well and truly manipulated me into being her little plaything - her dream doll.
My strength once again faded, and I drifted into the abyss of sleep, hoping for the nightmare to end.
10PM - Hokuto Street, Outside Hana's House
"It's a bit quiet…" remarked Angela, fumbling around with her phone. She had tried knocking on the door, and despite the fact that she could hear some kind of Korean music on in the house in front of her, no response emanated from the dwelling. Enough was enough, she had been outside for about 20 minutes anyways. She didn't want to miss out on a single moment...Lena wouldn't want her to miss it, that's for sure. She needed Lena's determination to help her keep going and push forward in her own life. So that she could remove herself from the past and keep Lena as a happy memory rather than a grim reminder. Angela simply waltzed on in.
Something was off. Something was really off.
She knew the party itself wasn't the most...exciting thing in the world, but it was a good chance for the four of them to have one last drunken stupor together before they all inevitably went their separate ways into the big scary world of third level education. She was upset that she'd passed out so soon, feeling as if the memories were fleeting by.
"Hana? Fareeha?" she called out, to no immediate response. Were they all playing a trick on her?
"Jonathan?" she called out, and almost like clockwork a sharp sound of footsteps could be heard fumbling around, as if one were sharply awoken from a deep slumber. Angela smiled, thinking only of what mischief her friends were up to upstairs.
Meanwhile, upstairs
"It's Angela...what a beautiful, sweet girl. She's been so sad lately, I hope she enjoyed what time we spent together this evening, teehee!" laughed Hana in an ever devilish tone. I had her underwear in my mouth, so I couldn't do anything to call Angela to my aid. My only hope was that she'd stumble in here and see what kind of state everything was in. Please Angela, use your might intuition and wander on up here and get my ass out of he-
My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sliver of reflected light and steel shining past my eyes; a small penknife was in the Korean's hand, hidden behind her back as she began to leave the room.
"MMMMFFRRGRRGHGHHH!" I mutter to no avail, earning a stern look from my lover turned captor.
"You better not do anything my love...it'd be a shame if she got hurt" she grinned maniacally. As much as I struggled, I couldn't move..I was once again..frozen in place in a time a friend needed me more than anything. Stuck in this labyrinth of darkness and ice.
Unable to do a single damn thing.
Angela, Downstairs
The footsteps grew louder and louder, eventually culminating at the top of the stairs in the shape of a petite Korean teenager. Her hair was frizzled a little bit, but she was still Hana, barely in sight, being as shy as ever.
"Ah, A-Angela! What are y-you doing here?" she questioned, her tone of surprise echoing throughout the hall.
"You sound surprised, you invited me here for a party after all...doesn't look like there's much of a party left. What happened to Jonathan and Fareeha?" the doctor asked, prodding a question.
"Well, I don't know where who- I mean, Fareeha is. I think she was the one who brought you home or something...I wasn't in the room at the time"
Something's not right, Angela thought. She's acting too suspicious.
"Hmm okay….and Jonathan?"
"He's u - at home. He left a while ago." she said with a complete straight face. One which Angela could see through. He was here, she could tell by the ever so audible creaking of a bed frame upstairs, and with what Jonathan had told her….
"Liar. I know he's here." she said sternly, causing Hana's ever present nervous demeanour to suddenly just switch off to something which gave off a more sinister, overwhelming aura.
"So what if he is? It's none of your concern." said the Korean with an intense hiss about her voice. Angela knew she had to do something.
"Hana, let him go."
"What do you mean? He's here of his own free will" she said with the smile of the devil plastered all over her face.
"You take me to him, or I call the police - now, which will it be?"
"You're awfully assertive for a doctor, hehe" she said, stepping ever so closely to Angela, who had whipped out her phone with her thumb hovering over the emergency dial key.
"I'm serious Hana, I don't want to have to get you into any trou-"
Before she could finish, Hana was already on top of her rather nimble and petite frame, holding a penknife right up to her slender, pale fair skin at the throat.
"Trouble? You're the one in trouble my dear darling Angela! You're not in any old trouble, you're FUCKED!" she said, smiling sadistically through it all. Angela tried her best at struggling against her, but Hana was simply too strong. Despite her small frame, she was a force to be reckoned with. She extered so much force that Angela truly felt as though she would be pushed into the center of the Earth itself.
"L-Let me g-go, Hana! You're not yourself right now!" said Angela, frantically trying to plead with Hana, but to no avail. The knife pressed against her throat, slicing it open ever so gently, lacking depth but carving a cut nonetheless.
"You stay right here. I need to tend to my beloved."
And with a blunt kick to the head, Angela Ziegler's world went black.
Upstairs
"What did I tell you about making a fuss? Because of you, your darling friend Angela's gotten herself hurt. Don't worry, I didn't kill her...yet"
My eyes froze on Hana's hands, the tip of the knife's blade covered in what I could only believe to be Angela's crimson blood. I couldn't think straight, the only things running through my head were Lena and how fucked up this whole situation was. This is so fucked. So fucking fucked. I can't fucking believe this shit. How could this end up like this? How could one girl, one fucking girl, take control of someone's life like this? How could they ruin someone's ambition, their friendships, their last remaining days at school like this? I don't care how much of an adorable cutie-pie she is when she is truly herself, but I just can't stand Hana Song anymore.
And yet, here I am, helpless as she yet again laid on top of my lap. Undressing my top. Here we go again.
But she didn't undo my crotch zip.
She took her knife, my gaze still firmly attached to its silver and crimson shimmer, and placed its tip on my left pectoral.
"But you….you need to be punished...so...how about I make sure you don't forget me, Hm?"
I couldn't say anything as she gently pressed the tip into my skin, cutting it open. The blood came out at quite the quick pace, probably from all the fuckin drugs my body was on to keep my arousal going.
But she pressed it in. Harder. Stronger.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" I screamed as much as my lungs would let me as she carved into my chest, desperately trying to call out for help from Angela, fuck, from anyone. But nobody was going to help someone like me.
I was stupid enough to fall in love with Hana Song after all.
After about ten minutes, she finally stopped. The pain was over, for now.
"H….a…...n…...a….there, done! Now you'll carry me on your heart for the rest of your life! Aren't I just the best?" she says with glee as she kisses me on the forehead.
"Now, you just get some sleep, we're leaving first thing in the morning!" she says, leaving the room and turning off the light.
And once again, the world was veiled with darkness. The wind stopped, the earth rots and the sea becomes wild.
And I fear for when I wake, my world as I know it will end.
Angela...please…
Angela - Downstairs
Angela's head had seen better days. Even events in Busan didn't physically hurt as much as this. Emotionally though….she shook off her thoughts lest her dark thoughts overbore her; she had a mission to complete, she owed it to Jonathan and Lena, to McCree, Genji, Hanzo, even Dr. Vaswani.
Picking up her phone, she didn't go for the emergency services, she rang the first number in her trusted contacts list. Putting her phone to her ear, she waited impatiently for the dial tone to cease, praying that the man at the other end would pick up.
And pick up he did.
"Ziegler? It's way past High Noon" remarked the ever cowboyish Jesse McCree, still awake at near midnight.
"I'll cut the bullshit. Hana has Jonathan captured at her house. She's trying to keep me away and almost killed me. Get over here."
And before he could even think of a reply, McCree's phone went dead silent. Confused, but never one to doubt Angela's judgements, he saddled up and ponied on over towards Hana's house.
(A/N: Hey, it's been a while. Life fucking sucks but let's cut the BS, time for a story update. There is one main chapter left, with a short epilogue coming after. I could compile it into the next chapter if you guys want so lemme know in your reviews what you want: two separate chapters which would be released soon-ish, or one longer one which would take a lil while longer to write up. Either way, the story's main narrative is concluding in the next chapter. Thank you all for your patience and I'll see you next time.)