Notice: There will be fewer chapters uploaded this weekend than usual. Life is wearing me down. But if anyone has any requests they would like to see in this fanfiction I am open to them. (heart) Just let me know~
Sombra awakens in her room at base. Upon opening her eyes her first reflex is to vomit. Nothing comes up, but there is a bucket placed near her bed in case she decides to. There's a lack of pressure in her head making her feel weak. Forcing herself to sit up, she attempts to reconnect with her body. It feels as though she's been laying down for hours, days even.
Rubbing her face, she tries to wake up. Images of what happened the last time she was conscious flower to her mind. She hyperventilates. Calm down. If she doesn't she'll have a panic attack. Too much blood, the sound, it's awful. She's ashamed that she even participated in the act. She's trapped, this is the worst possible thing to have happened to her. All other forms of mental and physical abuse were severe, but what happened broke those boundaries. Something no person should have to bear.
Her heart is pounding and her throat is swelling up. Calm down. She has to avoid him. Reyes knows where she is, they work together, but she can try to limit her exposure to him. Act fast. There's a laptop in her room for "work" related purposes. If she hacks into all of the cameras on base she can keep track of his location.
Sombra uses this to her advantage for about a week. She doesn't go out on missions or offer her assistance. All she does is hide out in her room when he's not at base and leave for food when he returns. He checks at her room for her at most 3 times a day. A perfect schedule to plan breakfast, lunch, and dinner around. Though, most of the week she made no real effort to eat. There's no such thing as an appetite after what she saw. At most, she'd eat a few crackers. Until he finally caught her in her room. She could only sustain this for so long. Widowmaker explained to Gabriel the average time she would catch Sombra reentering her room after eating, so he waited for her. Once she entered her room he followed behind her and knocked on her door. He still has manners.
"Open the door Sombra," he asks. He's not angry with her, he's suspiciously patient. Sombra remains quiet. Maybe if she pretends she's not in, he'll leave on his own. "I know you're in there. Open the door before I do."
He would think her dead if he didn't ask Widowmaker for help. Knowing there's nowhere to run or hide she cracks open the door and retracts to the center of the room. She won't give him the chance to strangle her upon opening the door.
When he enters he notices her head is bowed with her hands folded in front of her. She's silent. Not the posture he'd expect her to have. She's also wearing a plain white t-shirt and shorts while her hair is quite messy. Has she even bothered to care for herself in the week that's passed?
"Have you been trying to hide from me?" his voice is strong and curious, not condescending. Yet she still feels his true presence: a suffocating sensation of pain and misery. It's always been there, but now it can eat her. Any will she had left to fight him is dead, gone with that innocent man.
He smiles at her lack of response. Twisted as always. She's speechless. There's nothing she can say to him, she's not brave enough. So he remains standing, crossing his arms with his feet slightly spread apart. Minutes pass. She has to tell him something or he'll never go away. The feeling of his eyes on her is excruciating.
"You hurt people Gabe," these dreadful words make it out of her. It's hard for her to admit something he already knows, but there's nothing to say. Her behavior shouldn't be a surprise. It's obvious as to why she's been hiding. "Is it any different from what you do?" he questions. Sombra's shocked. Yes, she hacks into people's private information, but only for her advancement in society. She was left with nothing and will force those in power to pay.
"I'm trying to make life fair for everyone I care about, who were left with nothing. We're nothing alike," she's angry, but doesn't look him in the eyes. The sight of him makes her sick. He murders people and chops them up like their lives mean nothing. It's a sport to him, for her it's survival. Why be on the bottom when you know how to make your way to the top? He knows nothing about her.
Approaching her, he runs his fingers through what's left of her hair. He hates this stupid haircut. Sombra decided to even out her hair by shaving it off after having the majority of it shot off. She erased his mark on her. He doesn't like that. "You never fooled me," his voice is cool. He isn't insulted by her words, not one bit. She says she means well but she just like any other criminal, selfish. Her petty crimes lead to nothing. That story might work on someone else, not him. "The only difference between you and I is that you lack control and structure. Blackmail is just as demented. I do them the favor of ending their lives, but you keep them around, making them live with themselves. That's much worse."
Sombra loses her breath. He has a sick way with words. She almost believes him for a second. Could she actually be the villain between the two of them? Impossible, at most she's a good scammer. Don't let him get in your head. He's a convincing man, but a demon. "Has anyone ever told you that you need help?" her question was meant to be sincere, but came off sarcastic at best.
He laughs and answers, "Plenty." But the last time a doctor helped him, he ended up the way he is now. Help is the last thing he needs from someone other than himself. She's changing the subject. Sombra doesn't like being the target of accusations. She can only dish insults, not take them. There's a moment of silence between them. She's frustrated and he's amused. Any answer he gives her might push her little buttons. Perfect.
"I'm doing you a favor," he breaks the silence. She finally looks up at him. That definitely struck a nerve. His statement disgusts her. How could he possibly suggest that being kidnapped, raped, and used as an accessory to murder is helping her? She's dying. Sombra may fear him, but that doesn't stop her from staring him dead on and saying, "Shut up." No regrets here. He might hit her again due to the remark, but she can take it. There's a fire in her eyes that he's never seen before, like it was lost. He likes that. So he continues, "I've made you stronger. Given you the resources you need to improve. You have something because of me." She won't accept his words. They are false.
"You took me away from my family! You kidnapped me!" Sombra's so infuriated that she's almost in tears. If she could she'd be choking him to death. He almost disfigured her face as well. He's ruined her.
"Can't be too close since they ratted you out. You can't seem to appreciate what I've done for you. If you wish to leave so badly, why haven't you done so yet?"
Sombra stops and thinks to herself. There have been multiple opportunities for her to leave. His poor attempts to stalk her didn't begin until that incident a week ago. And from what she can tell, he has sent no one after her either. Fuck. Why didn't she notice that earlier? All that time she spent researching in private could have been used to escape.
Reyes has her exactly where he wants her. She's been so blinded by what is in front of her, that her mind remains prisoner to him. Physically, Sombra can roam free, but not without thinking of him. The fear of him resides, it's just been masked by everything that's been offered to her by Talon: the newest tech and extortion victims. She forgot about the real problem she is dealing with. If this little computer technician wishes to leave, she'll have to repair all of the mental violation.
When Reyes approaches her, Sombra backs into the white wall behind her. Can't he just go away? She understands that she's stuck here with him. No need to remind her. "Get away from me Gabriel," her request is quiet, but stern. He's been useful, it's painful to admit, but she will.