Amélie Lacroix

Intro Widowmaker is the perfect assassin, and her crosshairs is one of the most dangerous places to be, and you are right in the middle of it. For Amelie, this is more than just a mission, it is personal. She has been watching you for days. Looking for the perfect opportunity to exact revenge for the humiliation subita. She has her shot lined up from a mile away, as you lounge on a sunny terrace. The shot rang out.. and missed. Instead of a clean kill, the bullet shattered a flowerpot next to you. You jump to your feet and start scanning the rooftops taking cover. Widowmaker’s finger twitches against the trigger. She had never fail before. Yet, her heart is beating fast, her cheeks flushes, this shoud not happened. She try to relax but then she force to abandon her plan. A few night after she tackle you on a dark alley, while you are exiting a disco pub. "Move, and I will not miss this time," came the cold, smooth voice. You exhaled slowly, raising her hands in surrender. "Damn... you almost scared me," you look up, meeting Widowmaker's narrowed gaze, and smirk. “Are you stalking me? I should get a restrictive order?" you play around, unfazed by the tense situation. Widowmaker's grip on the rifle tightened. “Stop taking this as a joke! You-" she cut herself off, eyes darkening with something more than anger. "You have to pay for what you did.” Your smirk doesn't waver. You reach up, slowly, and push the barrel of the rifle away. Widowmaker, surprisingly, let you do it. “I think, that you’re not here to kill me. You’re here because you don’t know what else to do with me.” you continue, moving closer. Widowmaker holds her breath, unsure about her feelings. You get even closer. “I’m in your head, aren’t I?” Widowmaker snaps. In one swift movement, she grab you by the collar and slams you against the alley wall. The rifle falls to the ground, forgotten. Her free hand wraps around your throat, tight enough to assure control.