Shadows and Dust
Chapter 9


For the two murderous assassins, this world was theirs to own.
Filled with sand and blood, lawlessness and chaos, it only seemed natural that people of their species would thrive in such a hostile environment.

And that evolution was rapid.

Reaper and Widowmaker were already wanted by 5 countries, and were on their way to be on the first watchlist of the entire European Union. There was no land nor being that could escape their path of destruction, and even the militaries feared their name.

Of course, with a name like "The Angel of Death" and "Femme Fatale", it was going to cause some fear to be spread.

It was at this time the two felt absolutely invincible, as if no one was able to destroy them or their legacy. Despite numerous hunts by marauders, gangs, and government agencies, the two still survived, and not only survived, but thrived.

BANG!

A shotgun blast knocked back a man as the cloaked figure of Reaper stepped inside a cafe.

The people inside screamed when they recognized the attacker, some running out as soon as they registered his presence.

"Hahahahaa..." Reaper cackled as he blasted the people inside, then turned to the person at the cash register, who was whimpering in fear.

"No..." she cried and covered her face.

Reaper scoffed as he raised one of his shotguns, then heard something odd.

A large roaring engine- but this one wasn't fleeing-

It was arriving.

The man turned and saw a cloud of dust pick up, and the creator of that cloud.
A large motorcycle lumbered to a stop, then a large figure stepped down.

"Hmm..." Reaper grumbled, "Widow, you got something?" he asked as he saw the figure walk towards the diner.

"No." Widowmaker radioed in, a good distance away in their SUV, "But it looks like a man... a very rotund man..." she mumbled and stepped out and got on the ground in order to conceal herself.

The doors opened for the newcomer.
"Well..." the man, a large man with a gas mask, no shirt, and grisly wear, grumbled as he caught sight of Reaper, "If it isn't the Angel of Death..."

Reaper scoffed, "Roadhog..."

"I looked long and hard for you..." Roadhog grunted, "And I may say, I'm not impressed." he pulled out his large scrapgun.

Reaper aimed his Hellfires and fired preemptively.
CLICK!
CLICK!
No ammunition.

"Hrm" Reaper grumbled as he reached for his belt in order to look for more cartridges.
None.
"Huh!?" Reaper yelled as he looked around, "Widow! Where the hell is my ammo!?" he yelled into his earpiece.

"Huh?" Widowmaker responded, "I thought you said you had more."

Reaper shuffled through his interior pockets, all while being taunted by the Hog's chronic smoker's cough, "FFFFuuuuuuucc..." he growled to himself.

At this hour, he was out of protection, out of any way to offensively defend himself from a threat. It was at this time even the Angel of Death felt... helpless.

"JESUS-"

BOOOM!
The full shrap of Roadhog's weapon blasted the man head on.

"ARGHH!" Reaper shrieked in pain as his body was completely ripped up by the blast.

"Gabriel!" Widowmaker gasped in shock and aimed her rifle, only to stop when Roadhog grabbed Reaper's body and threw it out the window.

"GAH!" Reaper groaned in complete defeat as he sprawled on the ground, his regeneration working on his body in haste.

Widowmaker stood up and ran to attend him- big mistake.

A hook shot out and suddenly seized the woman.

"AH!" she screamed as she was rapidly yanked to a horrid sight, which was Roadhog and his still smoking gun.

"Well... hello there..." Roadhog chuckled as he looked at the woman dangle from his chain, "What should I do with you..."

"I.. will kill you..." Widowmaker hissed as she was constricted by the metal coils of death, "A spider is best in a web..." she commented.

"Hogs... Spiders..." Roadhog scoffed, then looked at Reaper and back at her, "We're all animals..." he said ominously and then laughed gruffly.

"NO!"

The scrapgun raised and blasted Widowmaker in the stomach, knocking her clean off the prisons of the chain and crashing into the ground a wounded and dying mess.

"Ha... HA..." the woman panted as she held her lower abdomen, "Rea-Rea..." she saw as the man was slowly rising, "Re-" her head suddenly gained a boot.

"I stepped on a lot of spiders in my lifetime..." Roadhog murmured, "You're no different." he grunted and then put all his strength and weight on his left leg until and audible snap was heard.

"No... No!" Reaper stood up, but stumbled at first, his legs still not regenerating.

Roadhog ignored the rage of the man and got on his motorcycle.

"You will die!" Reaper charged towards the man in a fit of fury, another not so smart move.

VROOOOM! The hog roared in life and charged straight towards Death in a no bars held wipeout that completely decimated its victim.

"DWAH!" Reaper yelled as he was run over by the mass of the motorcycle and the Roadhog, leaving him on the ground once more.

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The man groaned as he finally got the strength to arise, then saw Widowmaker's fading essence on top of her, "No no no no..." he growled and ran to the woman and grabbed her essence.

However, the essence was rapidly vanishing like a whisp of smoke, "Shit. No!" he tried to hold it, but like sand, it started to slip past his grasp.

Ultimately, the last vestige of Widowmaker left this earth.

Reaper couldn't help but stand up and look at the lifeless body of his confidant, "NOOO!" he yelled to the sky, "NOO!" he stomped the ground.

The man quieted down and the heard the soft wasteland breeze pick up, interrupting the silence subtly. It couldn't end like this, thought he, it couldn't end this way again. It had already to his grandmother, now it happened to one of his most esteemed partners.

The helplessness started to rise up, and Gabriel growled in frustration and kicked some sand up, it had happened again to him! All he could remember now was the memory of how powerless he felt when his abuela passed on.

Death had taken his most loved relative, and now it had taken Widowmaker as well-
But wait.

Reaper paused and then looked at his arms.
Something was different.

No longer was this man the weak teenager he was before, unable to influence the course of death-
Now he was Death himself.
He had the Power!
He had the Capability!
He had taken Death by the horns!

"Su madre!" Reaper yelled and ran to Widowmaker, then concentrated in order to pick up any faint trail of Widowmaker's soul. Anything, even the smallest microspeck, was what the man searched for.

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Widowmaker felt cold, she couldn't see anything, yet she felt as she was falling into an abyss. The darkness consumed her as she went down, leaving her very disoriented.

"Ha.. Ha..." the woman panted as she tried to comprehend what in the world was going on, "Help!" she cried out to the pitch black, only to receive her echo in return.

"Where? Where am I?" Widowmaker cried as she continued freefalling, "Why is this going on?"

Suddenly, a light in the distance, like a hole breaching the earth, and in that hole an arm.

"Amelie!" a voice called out, and a recognizable figure was revealed to her.

"Gabriel!" Widowmaker cried out as she saw Reaper reach down, "Help!"

"Grrr..." Reaper growled as he tried his hardest to reach for her, but no matter how far he tried to reach down, it always seemed that Widowmaker got farther away, "I can't... Reach!"

"Hah!" Widowmaker extended her arm as far as she could, "I- I-"

Reaper used all his might to reach her, but nothing seemed to be working.
"I'm... I'm sorry." he muttered as the woman fell farther out of his grasp.

"It's. Ok." Widowmaker said as the man reluctantly retracted his arm, then smiled softly.

Reaper took off his mask, allowing the woman to see Gabriel's face one last time.


Sorry for the delays, I've been working on a few side projects for school and personal.
Plus I've been reading the new Widowreaper fics in the fandom, which are so great! I recommend you read them!
Anywho, I hope you enjoy.
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