The Spider's Web of Lies

Chapter 1: Memories

Widowmaker sat in a chair sipping wine and reading a book about spiders. She was at her home, Chateau Guillard. Thinking about what happened…..

The bullet whizzed past the president's head. Time seemed to stop. Widowmaker looked at where she shot with disbelief. "Merde!" The president ducked and ran into the limo. Widowmaker tried to line up the shot again. "Widowmaker no." said Doomfist. "I need just one more shot!" "That one last shot will reveal your location. Don't take another shot." Widowmaker grumbled and stood up. "Fine." "Did i just hear that correctly? Our favorite spider missed her shot? Oh this is rich!" "Did you really miss the shot?" "I'd rather not discuss of this matter anymore." "Everyone get back to the ship. Mission Failed."

5 Hours later at an Unknown Location…

"It's to my knowledge that our supposed BEST sniper missed her shot?" said Maximilien. "Unfortunately yes." said Doomfist. Widowmaker stood up. "I just needed another shot. If i had it then i would've hit them." "Widowmaker." Widowmaker looked at Maximilien. "I'll admit i was impressed with your performance in King's Row. Even though that 'girl' tried to stop you you still managed to kill the target. But recently you have been missing a lot of shots. Like at the museum. You failed to steal back the Doomfist and you missed your shot at the volskaya Mission. You are losing your edge. Perhaps we should let you rest and see what happens." Widowmaker sighed."I can make any shot. I don't need to rest. I need targets." Maximilien sighed. "Either you rest and come back better or we kill and forget about you." Widowmaker froze. She muttered under her breath. "Fine." "Good. See you in a week. You better come back more improved."

Present

"Maybe I do need to rest." Widowmaker thought as she sipped more of her wine. She then noticed that she sipped the last of her wine. She went to get more but noticed there wasn't anymore merlot. "I'll have to go get more Merlot if I want to keep up this wine collection." Widowmaker put on her jacket and went to her rowboat. She started rowing away to the village near the Chateau.

At the Village…

Widowmaker walked around looking at the vendors and the shops. She then stopped in front of a wine shop that looked promising. She entered inside and looked and looked around while the shopkeeper's back was turned. She looked at a 1956 bottle of Merlot. "Hmm…" "Looks like you have a fine taste in wine." Widowmaker turned around and gasped. The shopkeeper looked all too familiar. He had black hair, a short thin mustache, was tall, and had a voice just like… HIM.

"May I help you Madame?" Widowmaker just stared. Her mind blanked. She then shook her head. "I would like this bottle of Merlot." "That will be $18k." Widowmaker gave him a roll of cash and walked out. "Who was that?"

2 Hours Later…

Widowmaker got out of her shower and walked towards her bedroom chambers. "I could use some sleep. It's been awhile since I had some." As Widowmaker walked to her chambers she crossed by the balcony. She went to it and looked up at the stars. That shopkeeper crossed her mind. "He looked so much like…" Widowmaker gasped and clutched her chest. Images went through her mind. A balcony… a theatre… a ring… a wedding… darkness… death… blood… torture… excruciating pain… then… the feel of her husband's blood on her hands and body… the feeling of nothingness… the feeling… of loneliness… the feeling of… PAIN. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO! GERARD MA CHERIE! NO! PLEASE TELL ME THIS ISN'T REAL!" Widowmaker then felt tears sting her eyes. As she fell down seeing and remembering how she loved her husband and the feeling of killing him. "No. How did this happen? How did I kill my own husband." "Because you wanted to." said a voice in her mind. " This is your true self. Don't try to hide it. You have known it for a long time. Embrace the darkness." "No." "Embrace your talent." "NO." "And remember… you are a WIDOWMAKER…" "NO!" Widowmaker felt remorse, grief, and…. ANGER. She searched her mind wondering where was she supposed to be angry at. Then she remembered. The one thing that made her this way. The one thing the made her kill all those innocent people. The only thing that made her kill her husband. "TALON."

TO BE CONTINUED…

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