She woke up in a room she couldn't make up. Whoever had caught her made sure she couldn't see where they were going only to inject her a substance that made her loose consciousness.
After a few seconds, her vision became clear enough to see what was around her. She was strapped to a chair with a lightbulb right over her head. In front of her, she could see a table with all sorts of instruments, a large monitor which displayed a hologram of the Earth could also be seen, it being the only other source of light with the lightbulb in the room. She couldn't make out much of the tools or the instructions written on the walls all around the room.
She had been kidnapped, she figured out. She couldn't feel her blaster on her belt, nor her caduceus beam on her arm. In fact, she had been stripped of everything except her clothes. She tried to test out the ropes that held her to the chair, but they were too tight for her to do anything about it. Still, she started slowly pulling onto them, in the hope that it would slowly but surely loosen up.
She could hear footsteps coming from the floor on top of hers, she wasn't alone. In front of her, a door was held shut, with a small window on it that displayed a fainted light coming from the other side. She had to find a plan to get out of here.
Her only hope was her global locator which she always had in her pocket, but aside with the rest of her equipment, it had been taken. Maybe it could be on one of those table?
She tried to pull her body up front to move the chair, but it was a heavy metal chair and moving it would take a while, especially with her hands and her feet both stranded to it.
She could hear footsteps coming from the door and stood still, faking unconsciousness. She heard someone enter the room. With the sound of heels, she could distinguish a woman that walked slowly, calmly. She went around the room, then on the monitor, then finally went up to her. Angela kept her eyes shut, waiting for an answer.
She felt a strain of water drip on the back of her neck and « woke » up, only to be greeted by a face that shocked her : it was Amelie Lacroix.
« What on Earth happened to you… » she mumbled.
Amelie didn't answer, her skin was purple and her face was no longer the one she used to see back in the days. This women had the face of a murderer, with cold, bright green eyes that had turned yellow and the look of a predator. Without a word, she went around her with calculated steps. It was only then that Angela noticed her blaster on her belt, and the sniper riffle on her back.
A cold finger touched her ear, making her shiver, only to slowly run across her hair and behind her neck. She could feel her nails slowly scratching her skin as if they where claws. She went all around her in what seemed like an eternity, only to finally be greeted once again by those eyes, those who clearly showed it was no longer Amelie. Her finger had finally run all the way around her neck and ended on her chin, where she gently lifted her face to her level. « I expect you'll be cooperative, said the woman, or else we might have to hurt you very, very badly. »
Her voice was smooth, sensual, but terrifying. Her french accent kept reminding Angela about who she used to be, the old times of Overwatch. If she though she had changed over the years, she couldn't make out how horrible Amelie's life must have been. « Am I going to endure what they did to you? » she answered.
While at first, her eyebrows had slightly curved down, she instead opted for a small grin. « Are you afraid of that?
- Should I? Tell me. You are the one who suffered through it. »
She laughed, not a great laugh, a subtle one. « You'll find out if you don't cooperate. »
She was playing with her, she knew about that. « I know what you want. I won't tell you anything.
- Not right now, of course, she said, but after a few… adjustments, we'll see about it. »
She took a knife she kept on her belt, it had a small, but sharp silvery blade and a black, scaly handle. « First, let's see if what we've gathered about you is true… »
Angela looked her in the eyes as she slowly brought the blade to her cheek and meticulously cut her skin, leaving a warm trail of blood down her chin. She did not budge, knowing it would get worse over time. The woman stood back and cleaned her blade and, after a few seconds, the skin on her cheek closed up, yellow and blue light seemingly sewing it back and leaving a small scar that started fading away. « Interesting, to say the least, » she said with a grin.
Her own cybernetic enhancement were never truly a public affair. Along with her Caduceus staff, she had her skin modified to contain small chips that would cure her through the same technology she had created. One of her old experiment that she had to try on herself first before testing it out on other human beings that ended up being rejected by the Overwatch leaders for the risky procedure and high risk of death if the chips were not well placed, all along with the tension of using nano-robotic during and after the Omnic crisis.
Whoever that woman was working for, they had information about her that she shared with the Overwatch leaders since her own enhancement were never made public. The first word that came to her mind was Talon, only strengthening her choice to remain silent.
« Now tell me, where are they? » the woman asked while slowly approaching her knife.
She was talking about the other Overwatch agents. Winston, Genji, Tracer, Ana and so on. With the recent call upon all of those agents all around the world, she figured that Talon must've decide to compromise anything that they would be trying to do. She heard about the murder of the Mondatta leader through the likes of Lena who witnessed it first hand and knew that the agent she had in front of her was nicknamed Widowmaker, a highly skilled assassin of Talon. Giving her or any of Talon's agents the location of her coworker would ultimately lead to their death. « I will die before I betray my oath to keep the world safe, its protectors included. »
Widowmaker stood back and tilted her head, visibly not impressed by her attitude. She started all over again, calmly walking around her while saying : « Here is your situation. You have nowhere to go, no way of leaving this place. We have your global locator and our agents are currently in the process of hacking it. You have two choices : give us the information right now, or force us to get it by ourselves which will only make your treatment even worse. »
She stood behind her and Angela could feel her head go over her shoulder. She felt a cold and moist breath in her neck and arms slowly wrapping themselves around her body. She heard whisper in her ear. « If you though one of these option was a winning one for you, you must be very disappointed right now.
- Your treats won't make me talk. If you want to torture me, then do it. I made a promise of never causing harm and I stand to that promise. »
She felt hands touching her body, making her uncomfortable. Her heart was beating quicker while Widowmaker's head gently rubbed against hers.
She felt the knife on her throat and sweat started dripping from her forehead. « If I cut your throat, do you think your skin would just fix itself? Should we try and see for ourselves? »
She felt the adrenaline rush in her vein and instinctively tried to get up, run for her life. At this very moment, she suddenly doubted herself, if she could actually keep her silence, if she wouldn't crack open. That feeling was horrible. Fear, anxiety, cowardice, all of those feelings were pumping though her veins, for she knew the answer to her question.
Widowmaker pushed her blade deep into her skin, so much that she started feeling blood slowly pouring out, but she didn't slice. She removed the blade and Angela sighted, feeling ill with butterfly in her stomach. She felt like throwing up.
She didn't expect the blade to instead to for her lap and directly into her right leg. She screamed a horrible screech that must've been heard all across the building as the blade went deeply into her flesh. « Ça pique, n'est-ce pas?* » the woman whispered in her ear, holding the knife tightly onto her leg.
Angela teared up and held a second scream, shaking and trying to get away from her grasp. She panted and tried to keep her calm as warm blood slowly covered her leg and fell onto the floor. « They say that a spider's bite is very painful, so much that it can kill most people within hours, » Widowmaker said.
She remove the knife quickly and firmly, leaving more blood behind and pulling out a second scream from Angela. « Let's see how long you can endure the widow's kiss. »
She cleaned the blade on Angela's clothes only to finally get back up and slowly exit the room. The lights in the room shut, leaving Angela in the dark, in pain and covered in her own blood.
*A line in french. It means : "That stings, does it?"