Title: Against the rules
Chapter 11: Making it right.
AN: as promised, a longer chapter of what Widowmaker does to calm down and think rationally.
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Widowmaker's POV
I am a monster.
There's no doubt now.
The spider I've managed to suppress has crawled out of the hole it was once in. It's free.
How did I almost kill Mercy? I thought I was trying to change…
I guess you can't change the nature of a beast.
I kick a small rock off a rooftop. All I want is to go back to Tracer. Apologize. Hell, I'll get on my hands and knees and beg for her.
And Widowmaker doesn't beg. I don't even ask, I just take. This woman has done so much for me. I'll never be able to repay her.
I look behind me, in the direction of Tracer's apartment, I could go back right now- no. I can't, I'll only hurt her. I stride forward ignoring my heart's desire to run back to the woman that makes me happy. That makes me feel alive.
I sit down on the edge of a building and sigh. How the hell do I get my mind off of the speedster? I would usually have missions to do to keep my mind off things but I still have a couple of days at least till I can work for Talon again.
And deep down, my blood lust is running high. I want to kill, I want to feel blood run down my fingers as I end a person's life.
What would Tracer think about me doing this to any person on the street? She would hate it. She would never forgive me.
But what if I could kill a bad person? Someone who deserves worse than death? Would she hate me for that?
Who cares? Just kill.
"Shut it…" I growl lowly. But the spider did have a point. I did just want to kill. I'm sure Tracer wouldn't mind me killing a bad person.
I hope she wouldn't mind.
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I clamped my grapple to the edge of a unused building. Looking down I see an ally. But not just any ally.
I always hear about this specific place, if a Mercenary wanted some extra money, they would come here to see what kind of job they can get. Apparently they give some good money.
And mostly for a good cause. Some people have stolen from the rich to give to the orphanage, some have killed a child pedophile. I hope they have someone bad to kill. Because that person is mine.
I jump off the side of the building and let the grapple tug on my arm once I'm close to the bottom to pull my fall to a minimum and let go from the rooftop. From the looks I'm getting, I'm guessing what I did was cool.
A man, who looks like he's in charge walks up to me and gives me a look over. He has black shoulder length hair and a deep brown colour for his eyes. His skin was a dark hue and ne looks over me, his eyes looking at my equipment for longer than anywhere else.
"What are you looking for ma'am?" He asks politely but with a rough gravelly tone.
"I want to kill someone. The worst criminal you want dead. I'll do it." I say, squaring my jaw as I look up at the taller man. I don't show weakness.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" He asks, his lip quirking upwards in the corner. "Every man we sent died within seconds of presuit."
"I'm sure I can." I purr, pulling a slave up to show one of my signature tattoos if the blue skin and golden eyes wasn't enough.
"I thought you was familiar. The man you want is called Callem Jon. Known as "CJ" to his friends and crew. He has murdered thousands of people, the majority of them was people he raped, adults and children. He's also known for kidnapping. His gang are strong so please be careful." The taller man brefs me, making sure I know everything that this guy has done.
I'm sure Tracer wouldn't mind me killing this guy. He's done some pretty bad things.
"Deal. Where is he usually?" I ask. I would usually find this myself but I want this done as quickly as possible.
"On the street near his house, all of his gang is around him though so you might want to wait-"
"Non, I'll take him out in front of his gang, thank you for your concern though." I cut him off before using my grapple to go back to the rooftops.
I need to get this done as quickly as possible.
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I lay on the roof of a building, using my sniper rifle to spy on the man, he has bleach blonde hair that is obviously a £1 job because of how horrifying it looks, almost black eyes and a pale skin tone. He was wearing a white vest that does nothing for his slight potbelly and the unnecessary amount of hair, he's also wearing black trousers that are baggy everywhere and hang halfway down his legs.
The ridiculous amounts of jewelry tells me that he is my target. The rest of the people around him range in races from Asian to African to even European. He's really looking for a huge gang isn't he?
A car pulls up in front of the man on the pavement and the whole hoard howls and hoots like hooligans as the driver gets out going to the back of the car.
From the boot the man pulls a teenager, probably 19 years old. Her ragged clothes suggest that she's homeless and no one would realise her gone. Of course they go for people like this.
Anger boils in the pit of my stomach, taking advantage of girls that can't defend themselves? That made me angry. But the men and women around the man shouting like it was a cock fight only added fuel to the fire.
It's time I paid them a visit.
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Two loud bangs signaled my location as I walked out to the men and women. Most was startled by my confident approach but some smirked in opportunity.
"Hey boss! We got ourselves a treat. She has an ass that could kill!" I hear a man shout from behind me. I spin on my heel and look right at him. People moving aside to allow me better sight of him.
"Excuse me?" I say sickly sweet, my French accent making his eyes bulge out of his head. His mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water.
He has dark ebony skin, his hair short and black with a horrible bleach strip running down the left side of his head.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" I ask as I walk up to the black man. My hips swaying purposefully to capture him further into my web.
"N-no but I wouldn't mind getting to know you in my bed." I stutters at first gaining his confidence as I saunter over to him, he thinks he's going to get a shot at me? Idiot.
"You see. I have a small problem with that. I'm here to talk with your boss. So if you would kindly guide me to him that would be great." I say, shouldering my sniper as my hip pops out in an almost sexy gesture.
He nods before holding his hand out in the direction of the boss signalling to walk, he doesn't even blink an eye at the sniper, he must be used to it with him being in a gang. I spin back towards the boss and stride up to him, the black man following closely behind.
I could see the teen look terrified as she was held by her wrist by the poor excuse of a man that is this gang's boss.
"So, Mr. Jon. You have quite the reputation. Don't you?" I start, standing tall. I was taller than him.
"I guess you could call it that beautiful." He says, adding a wink on the end. "You two ladies could come inside with me and we can have some fun if you want."
The teen whimpered softly, obviously not wanting any of this, but this man has given me another chance to kill him and not get this innocent girl hurt.
"Of course. I'd love that." I purr, stepping up to him seductively. His mouth gapes as he looks at me, not expecting me to say yes.
"Okay."
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He stepped into the bathroom to get ready as me and the teen are left in his bedroom alone, he told us to start getting ready so I did.
I checked my gun twice, making sure the bullet in this thing will kill that filthy bastard. Every time my gun clicks the teen beside me flinches.
I turn to look at her. She was biting her lip nervously as her hands fumble with her hoodie sleeves.
"Don't worry young one. I'll deal with this and you can leave without a scratch. You just need to do as I say and follow my lead. Got it?" I ask as I sit a little closer and wrap my arm around her.
"I-I didn't know Widowmaker was so nice." I hear her whisper. Causing me to smile, at least one person recognized me.
"I'm not usually this nice. But once you meet the right person you change. Just don't start telling people Widowmaker is getting soft." The last comment made the girl laugh slightly before her face falls again.
"Have you met the special someone?" I ask as I stroke her hair. She needs to be relaxed for this to work out. I see her nod slightly before sighing.
"She goes to university. Her parents don't want her around me because I'm homeless. We met when she gave me some food on a cold night and she always comes to speak to me. I just wish I was better for her." She mumbles the last part like she didn't want me to hear it.
So she does have someone who loves her. I'll make sure she gets out of here alive.
"You'll see her again. I promise." I reassure her wrapping my arm around her shoulder.
I hear the toilet flush and soft padding of feet as Callum Jon comes to the door. I pull the smaller teen close to me and press my lips to her own as he opens the door.
"Oo ladies. You know how to make me happy." I hear his annoying voice. I grumble against the woman's lips as I pull away a little looking at him for a moment. He's stark naked with one hell of a boner.
Jesus this is gross.
I groan and stand up, pushing him on the bed and grabbing my gun holding it up and aiming for him.
"Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing?!" His voice is annoying me more and more.
Kill this sick bastard. Do it.
And I happily complied. Clean through his head. I heard a small scream from the younger girl and look at her terrified face.
I also heard a bunch of running men outside from when they heard the gunshot. Even more to kill.
Kill them all.
I didn't see any problems with this idea. I hear the first man step to the door of the bedroom and kick the door as hard as I can knocking it off its hinges into the man and throwing the two back into the opposite wall.
I activated my visor and saw several men coming in from the right, I rolled out onto the hallway and used my guns rapid fire option. The large sniper bullets at least knocking the men down. The ones that didn't die got an extra bullet in them.
Some more was coming up the stairs, I quickly unloaded my clip and attached another.
Let me take over for a little. I'll deal with this scum.
Non, you'll get out of hand. I whisper back to the spider as I shoot the first man in the head, causing him to fall down the steps and knocking down several others in his path.
Just for a little while? I promise to be good.
I groaned softly. Fine.
I slowly felt my body slip from my grasp as the spider took control of my actions.
My gun sprays into the crowd crawling up the stairs as my body launches forward to get a better shot. I stand atop of the steps as I kick a guy that is getting too close and shoot a woman holding a pistol in my direction.
I'll give my spider this, he is efficient, observant and an excellent shot.
Soon enough the stairs was cleared. Darker red outlines are rushing into the building through the front door and the spider throws my strong body down the stairs as I launch my barrage of shots at the men, even in my assault rifle mode, the spider seemed to get perfect headshots every time.
Let's get one thing clear. I own you. I'm the boss, not you. You hear me? I grumble at the crazy spider that has destroyed majority of the gang that CJ was apart of. I could use this as a weapon.
Yes boss. You always have been, I just help you out when you need it.
I internally smirked. But one thing clawed at the back of my mind.
What are you? I ask, as he finishes of the hoard of men.
I'm apart of your programming. However I have been changed recently by the head of the English base. But this can wait until later. There's only a few left, you can finish them off.
Merci. I say to him as I feel my body come back in control of itself, my spider has always been able to take over and but it being so nice was something new.
My question only achieved for more questions to be answered but as the spider said. They can wait.
I see a man cautiously walk to the floor with five behind him, one at the front and one at the back has guns, the others hold baseball bats and golf clubs.
Easy.
As his footsteps into the doorway I launch my grapple at it. Pulling him towards me by his foot horror movie style. The others whimper away from the door as they hear the man scream like a little girl. He dropped his gun on the way and when he lands by my feet I put one sniper round in his head.
I hear footsteps on the stairs and inactivate my visor to see the teenage girl. I smile slightly at her letting her know that it was almost done when her face turns to pure panic as she looks behind me.
A loud bang and a sharp pain in my side signaled to my brain something was wrong. My side throbs in agony at I turn to see a white girl holding a pistol on the floor, her hair was choppy black and her eyes was electric blue. Pure determination shined in her eyes.
Without a second thought I raised my gun and shot her clean in the head. Her body flying backwards from the closeness of the shot. The other three people was stood at the door in pure shock.
I lifted my gun and shot it in rapid fire mode, not wavering once. The bodies fell and dropped to the ground in a sickening thud. I lowered my gun to my side.
"Hey, y-your shot…" I heard a whimper behind me before my head clouds with the effects of the bullet before I drop to the ground like all of the other men from this area.
I can't believe you got hurt from the last five people.
It wasn't my fault, I got distracted.
I'll make sure to finish the job next time.
Hah, sure, like you have a say in it.
I don't but you love the way I work.
Very good point.
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My head hurt.
My body hurt.
Hopefully that girl got out safe, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she dies because I was too incompetent to stand on two feet.
"It's crazy how she can live with such a slow heart rate. It's probably why she's so cold and why she bleeds out slower so she doesn't die from other injuries that would kill normal people." I heard a feminine voice, she sounded fascinated by my body but so much unlike any other scientist I've met.
"Stop going crazy scientist on her Serah. She probably doesn't like it that much considering that she is probably a science experiment." I heard the familiar voice of the young woman from before.
I smirked slightly, "it's okay ladies, I'm used to it, but she is nicer than any of my other doctors." At my response I feel them both jump and I chuckle slightly. I've still got it.
"S-sorry ma'am. I patched up your gunshot wound because Claire figured you couldn't go to a hospital because of your criminal side." And she was correct. I couldn't go to hospitals.
I opened my eyes slightly and started lifting myself up, ignoring the throb in my side. There was a small long haired brunette girl - Serah from what I gathered and a taller blond girl which is Claire from earlier.
"Please lay back down. You need to rest." I heard Serah say as she held my shoulders. I rolled my eyes and waved her off.
"I need to do something." I groan as I push her hands off me and pick up my visor, slipping it on my head.
I opened my bank to see a new bunch of money inside, more than enough to give university style education to a small village. I didn't need all of this.
"Claire, do you have a bank account?" I ask as I turn half of my screen to my vision and the other half to the bank.
"Yeah why?" She asks as she frowns.
"Nothing." I say before running her details through the Talon system to find her bank account. I dropped in enough for her to buy a house and to go to university.
"Get a place to stay and a good university degree with the money I've given you. And get with Serah. The sexual tension in here is killing me." I say to the shocked blond my eyebrow arching slightly as I stand up.
"I can't accept that kind of money." She says back before looking at Serah awkward from my last comment.
"You already have, don't worry about it… Now, I have to leave." I say picking up my hoodie and slipping it on.
"You might hurt yourself further by leaving!" The smaller brunette girl yelped as she goes to my side to check if there's any blood.
"I heal quicker than most, it's fine. You two lovebirds are together and I have to go and find my love. I'll try to stay in touch." I finish as I open the window and grab my gun.
"Thank you." I hear Claire say desperately, I look back to see their hands clutched together. They deserve to be with each other.
"Don't thank me, I'm just an assassin. You deserve everything you've got Claire. And if her parents keep disagreeing, then do what I would do, keep trying... My Moto is one shot one kill but if I miss... I'll take another shot." And with that I slipped out of the window using my grapple to get up to the rooftops.
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I guess I have to listen to my own advice.
I'll go speak with Tracer.
"Hola Widowmaker." I hear the Hispanic accent and know who that cheeky attitude is from.
"Sombra." I say in greeting.
"Let's go win your girl back."
And for once, I agreed with Sombra.
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AN2: as always, reviews are greatly appreciated. this was one of my first fighting scenes that I have made up purely by myself so judge it. Next chapter there will be some Widowtracer fluf so don't you worry.