A/N Hey guys and gals, hope it hasnt been too long! Life has been crazy and now that its kind of settling back down and im getting into Overwatch and other games again, I hope to update much more over the next good while. Was the first chapter good? oh and the sneak peak of this chapter? yeah, i know it was a little different and i didnt use the same words, which i am sorry, but I hope it was everything you guys wanted.. really hope so! P.S. sorry, i forgot to replace the second (teaser) chapter and accidently just updated. All is fixed!
The dim light overhead casted the room with shadows. It was colder than she was used to and yet, it wasn't freezing.. just uncomfortably cold. She tried to raise up, but was stopped but a leather strap that went across her chest. She looked down and saw that her body was literally bound to a cot with leather straps that held all of her limbs and even her torso down. She struggled against them in vain, not noticing the figure across the room. It smirked evilly as it's prey struggled. Pitiful little thing..
She finally gave up, laying her head back against the coarse fabric and out of breath. She closed her eyes, not remembering anything from the past few hours. How long had she been there? Days? Hours? Minutes? The last thing she remembered was the Brunette who had sat next to her on the bus. Her thoughts pondered what would had happened had she stayed just moments longer. She was startled awake by the sound of heavy footsteps on the other side of the room. She peered into the darkness, unable to make out anyone.
"Bonjour?" she raised her head slightly.
She was met with a low, almost devilish, chuckling and then the light above her shut off. Her arms tried to move along with her legs to no avail. Her heart beat faster and faster until a door slid open with a slight hiss, letting light flood into the room along with a man in a white coat. All around the room, lights came on. The room itself was white. Panels of the wall visibly separated by metal struts going from the floor to the ceiling every few feet. The man's eyes looked down at a holographic clipboard with notes scrolling down it as he skimmed through it. Behind him, a figure stood with the face of a skull. A mask, but still frightening, nonetheless. She looked up to the man in the labcoat.
"Où suis-je?" she squeaked out, barely audible.
The man barely acted as if there was someone there. He simply watched the holo-screen. Moments later a metal arm extended from the ceiling above, its end, a syringe filled with a clear liquid, came down to the doctor as he finally looked down at her. Amelie's breathing quickened seeing the mechanical arm and needle. The entire scene combined with the fact she had no idea of where she was caused her mind to go into a completely mad frenzy.
"No. No! Keep it away!" she yelled in vain. The man took her left arm and tightened the strap holding it, nearly cutting off circulation to her hand. She breathed heavily, whimpering before she felt the cold needle touch her skin before she pulled it free from her restraint, clawing the man across the face. He stepped back, hands holding his head and before she knew it, the dark figure with the skull was at her side with one of his metal clawed hands against her throat, holding her down hard against the metal frame. Her only free hand grasped it, trying to pull it off before the man showed back up. Four red lines streaked across his face along with a scowl. The reaper figure gripped her free arm with his other hand and held it down in it's previous position where the man then forcefully shoved the needle back into her vein. The substance felt nearly ice cold and tingled as it entered her veins. Her skin tingled and goosebumps spread across her body as it went almost numb. Her eyes went from frantically moving around the room and over the faces of her captors to still and focused on the ceiling.
"Ia loc ei în sus," The Doctor, she presumed he was, said.
The Reaper grumbled, grabbing the sides of the top portion of the cot Amelie was on, making it click as she was raised into a sitting position.
The Doctor then looked to her. "Who are you?"
She only looked over his shoulder, not responding.
He grabbed her chin in his hand and turned her gaze to meet his own, making her gasp at his sudden action. "I asked you a question."
She jerked her head out of his grip. "Amelie." She said, her lips forming a straight line, looking anywhere but at the other two people in the room.
"Yes," he said, his Romanian accent not escaping her. "That is your name, but not exactly what i asked. Who are you?"
She looked back up to him with a confused expression.
He took off his black-rimmed glasses and looked down to his lap, "Miss Amelie, what we have injected you with is not a normal injection. No, its no medicine or drug." He returned his eyes to hers. "We have injected you with six cc's of nanites." He smiled, content with the news he just delivered.
Amelie's eyes grew slightly wider and looked down to where the needle had entered her arm. There, a small drop of clear, almost shiny, liquid had formed. She felt her skin crawl and shook as she thought of the small machines moving throughout her system.
"If you do not comply, these Nanites will administer a shock. A single nanite may not hurt, no, but a couple billion? I think you'd be able to feel that, don't you?" He smiled again, as if it were a good thing. As if he had done something good. "Now," he started again, patting her knee and smiling big up at her,"why don't we get to know eachother, huh?" he chuckled.
"Who are you?" Reaper said through gritted teeth as he held her throat back against the worn cot fabric, his metal claws poking through holes that had been punched through days before.
The same question. The question she had been asked the past six days over and over again. Or was it just five? She didn't know. She only knew each day, She felt less like herself and more like an animal chained to a wall. She bit her tongue a moment and she tried to put the whole answer together she had formulated while she was pretending to sleep before her captors had entered the black room. The Doctor had told her several hints of what he wanted to hear, but each time she tried saying just what he said, she was punished even more than the last time. This time, though, she would put them all together. Que dois-je perdre? "Amélie Lacroix, wife of Gerard Lacroix. I am an agent of Talon. A sleeper agent. I am the one who will kill Gerard. I will end Overwatch." her lips trembled and her voice was barely audible; her eyes shadowed by her disheveled hair. Her cheeks were stained with days of ruined make up from tears and her wrists red from the struggle of trying to get free. It was all in vain, though. She learned every time she was asleep, or forced to sleep, the straps holding her legs and arms in place were replaced with nearly brand new ones. There was no escape from this place.
He growled low in his throat, "Louder."
She raised her head enough to where her eyes just met the red spots that were supposed to be his. "I am Amelie Lacroix, a Talon sleeper. I will kill my husband for Talon! I will bring down Overwatch!" She all but spit into his faceplate with tears brimming into her eyes.
He tightened his grip for a moment and then chuckled, his almost maniacal voice resonating throughout the room like an echo. "Good." He released her, and a moment later, the door opened and the Doctor walked in, his clipboard held under his arm. And brought down the injection arm, sticking the needle into her vein for a moment before pressing a button that pushed a red liquid into her arm. This wasn't the Nanite injection she had been given the first day. This was some drug that they wouldn't tell her what it did or what it was. They only called it "the serum" around her. But she started to realize the changes that it had been creating. Her breathing had softened dramatically along with her heart rate that had steadily declined. Now, when Reaper was ordered to "stress test" her, she barely felt it.
Her eyes diverted to the grey concrete floor the Doctor stopped next to her. A pen stuck out of the clipboard, just enough for her to see it.
"What is your purpose?" He looked up from his clipboard at her, smiling the same smile he had every day for the past six days. She looked away from, giving no answer.
"Oh, no, no, no, my dear. You know what happens when you don't give the Doctor his answer." He smiled maniacally at her. The evil smile he bore when they first used the shock treatment on her. The same smile he had on when it was his turn to "stress test" her heart along with several other Talon agents. He looked up to the false ceiling, about to give Talon agents the go ahead to activate the nanites. Amelie knew she wouldn't get a chance like this for while, so she took it. Her wrist sprung free from her restraint, grabbed the pen, and then shoved it directly into the Doctor's neck. She watched his eyes grow in the bright light that lit the room for his "examination," as he called it. He went down to the floor, gurgling on his own blood. The life left his eyes and blood spurted out from the hole in his neck. She smiled the same smile the Doctor had given her the past week. A low chuckle resonated through the room and when Reaper growled and forced her head back against the fabric, she let it out, allowing it to resonate in the small room. Moments later, she was pinned to the cot by Reaper as Talon agents flooded the room.
"Perfect score," a short brunette whispered to herself as she looked down a holo-tablet reviewing Amelie's score in the target range of Talons training yard. She looked up as the door hissed open, a taller, more masculine, woman exited the range wearing a lab white sports bra and boxer briefs. She was far paler than the nurse had remembered, even though she had only seen the assassin-to-be a few days prior when she was asleep. She got the news she would be assigned to Widow after her mentor, Doctor Brett "Strange" was killed two nights ago. The pen Widow had used had gone straight through his femoral artery and he was dead before any medical personnel could even get into the room.
"Comment ai-je fait?"
"You know i don't speak French."
Amelie sighed, "My performance?"
"Thank you. You did alright. A little soft on the edges and could use some work, though."
Widow looked out over a railing to the virtually simulated environment that they had underground with them. She sighed again, "Comme une mouche dans une toile." she said almost to herself.
"Excuse me?"
"Not you."
The nurse let a faint look of hurt flash across her face before she looked down to her tablet again.
The nurse tried to look anywhere but up, keeping her eyes down on the tablet, scrolling up and down randomly, just keeping herself occupied. Widow stepped beside her, looking down at the tablet in the other woman's hands to see her scores, but instead caught a reflection staring back. Widow slightly raised an eyebrow seeing it and the nurse spun away, cradling the tablet to her chest and an obvious redness settling in her cheeks. Widow simply stared at the woman walking away and watched as she disappeared behind a hissing metal door back into the base. She wondered what that was. Attraction? Caution? Fear?
She thought of Gerard, but stopped when she imagined a gun sight in front of her. She shook her head and turned back to the sim room, picked up her rifle. The Widow's Kiss, the tech's had called it. It was smooth and fit perfectly in her hands. She sighted a target as its scope popped up and the barrel extended into its long range form. She thought of Gerard one last time. Then, she pulled the trigger.
