One of my older commissions. Can't go wrong with Overwatch characters, especially the one and only, Widowmaker.
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All the characters are 18 or above.
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"You're not from around here?" the bartender, too curious for his own good, kept prying for an answer. As expected, no answer came from his "odd" customer. A woman in her thirties, with purple skin, and a perfect body. Everything about her screamed danger, but the young bartender could take the hint.
"I've never seen a local order that drink, so you must be from somewhere else." the young man poured another round of their strongest liquor. "Black widow" or, as the locals called it, the kiss of death. The liquid was so strong that just a little taste would burn your taste buds off. The woman didn't seem to care, taking it in shots as if it was another walk in the park for her.
"Not much of a talker, are you?" if only the bartender knew how close he was to dying, he would not run his mouth so carelessly.
The glass clung as the woman slammed it against the bar, gesturing for another round. This was her fourth one, and she was planning on killing at least half the bottle before leaving the bar.
Ever since Talon started running tests on her, she could barely get tipsy or feel anything at all. Her life became completely emotionless. Much like a spider, she only felt the thrill of the hunt. The moment before her sniper hit the target was the only time she'd feel ecstasy.
Drinking the needlessly strong alcohol barely made a dent.
Not to mention that she wanted to see just how far the bartender would push her patience before he'd end up against the wall begging for his life.
"Woah, would you look at that, it's Ashe!" the young man shouted as the little TV screen in the corner displayed a known outlaw. Cowboy hat, ashy hair, and a mischievous smile. Bob, the huge robot monstrosity, was standing right by her side.
The TV screen panned out to a poster, with huge, bold letters. "Wanted, dead or alive"
"You two know each other?" a smirk on the bartender's face made the woman want to slap the living hell out of him. She stood up in a fit of rage, her hand going for his bratty grin.
For a second, she revealed her tattoo. "Widowmaker", the black letters spelled out. The young man stepped away in fear just in time to dodge the slap. He was so startled that no words would come out of his mouth. Tripping over his thoughts, he attempted to muster up the courage to call the woman by her name.
Widowmaker.
A ruthless assassin.
Rumor has it that she's been brainwashed by a known corporate giant, Talon. Turned into a stone-cold killer, one that never missed her targets.
She's been wanted by government officials for as long as she was forced to bear that name.
"You talk too much." Widowmaker's voice was as cold as death. She sat back down to enjoy her drink, "I'm guessing this is on the house?" she continued as she grabbed the bottle, pouring herself another round.
Unfortunately for the bartender, the bar was almost empty. A few drunks in the corner, having no clue what was going on, nor caring about the fact that one of the world's most wanted assassins was sitting a few inches away from them.
Widowmaker sloshed the brown liquor around her mouth, feeling the soothing burn of its strong taste.
Ashe, that overly optimistic outlaw, was her next target. Little did she know, she was going to carry out the mission tonight. The intel she obtained informed her that Ashe would be at a party later that night. Perfect spot for an easy assassination.
Widowmaker couldn't care less about the reward that came with killing Ashe. All she cared about was the thrill. The adrenaline rush before the shot. No money could compare to that.
Her supervisors advised her against the plan, but they could shove it for all she cared. Talon was a joke anyway. Meddling with her mind, injecting all sorts of medication, or as they called it "enhancements", for the sake of making her better, stronger... Just a mere thought of it made her sick.
She had enough of being their toy.
They did such a fantastic job of "enhancing" her that no soldier within the entire organization was skilled enough to take her down.
Widowmaker looked at the clock. The party will start in two hours, better to get there ahead of time, just in case.
Ashe was cocky for a reason. She was almost as good of a shot as Widowmaker. Even Widowmaker knew where to draw the line when it came to playing around with fire. As long as Ashe doesn't get the upper hand, it should be fine.
Downing what was left of the bottle was a cakewalk for Widowmaker. Her dead smile sank deep within the bartender's soul. The young man was praying under his breath, hoping that he wasn't living out the last moments of his life.
"Keep the change" Widowmaker said as she kissed the bartender on his cheek. It took little effort for her to bend over the bar. With a body as nimble as hers, she could pull off any maneuver.
Her lips were ice-cold, yet surprisingly soft. Traces of her purple lipstick stuck to the boy's cheek, leaving him with a memory he will never forget.
Everything was set up and ready for the grand opening. Fifteen minutes till Ashe arrives.
All Widowmaker had to do was lay low and wait. As soon as Ashe was out of the car, she'd take the shot and disappear into the night. The poison mine was ticking away out of sight, just in case someone attempted to sneak behind her.
Minutes felt like hours as Widow adjusted her visor. Next to the night vision, it also followed heat signals and made sure to zone out the targets she didn't need.
Widow's heart skipped a beat as Ashe's car pulled into the driveway. This was it, the moment she was waiting for.
A fuzzy feeling crept up her spine, causing her anticipation to rise.
The door opened.
Just a second more and Widowmaker would have her, like a spider overpowering a powerless fly...
Widow's heart dropped when she realized the people getting out of the car were not her targets. It was Ashe's vehicle, but neither Ashe nor Bob could be seen. Even weirder than that was the fact that the two guys who got out of the car looked right at the sniper's location, almost as if they knew she was there.
It took Widow a second too long to spot their neck tattoos. The Talon insignia. This whole thing was a setup, the bastards betrayed her.
She was about to get the hell out when her poison trip mine triggered, followed by unclear yelling of a familiar voice.
"Bob, you big clumsy thing! I told you we need to be sneaky!" Ashe's voice made Widowmaker panic for a moment. The feeling of fear was strange to her. Usually, she was the one delivering the terror, not the other way around.
Just a second more and Widowmaker would have her like a spider overpowering a powerless fly...someone was stabbing needles in her head, over and over again, she fell to the floor rolling around in agony.
The door to the rooftop slammed open. Ash and Bob appeared in their full glory.
"I see Talon is already working their magic. By the way, hi love, name's Ashe, but you probably already knew that. This big ol' hunk of metal is Bob. Say hi Bob." Ashe was as cheerful as ever.
Bob didn't seem to care for introductions, instead, he just stood there, looking at Widowmaker who was now screaming from the scorching pain. The assassin's vision began going blurry, she was phasing in and out. The world around her became a mess of pictures and sounds.
