The Bitch of King’s Row

BY : HatofulHatefucker
Category: +M through R > Overwatch
Dragon prints: 2784
Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch or its characters. I make no profit on this story.

Air whooshes as a lone figure zips through the skies, the silent whir of her hook and the cat-like drop of her heels on the rooftop effortlessly stealthy. Nimble movements dart from alley to rooftop to alley…

Amélie scans the winding streets of King’s Row from above, picking out easy targets and ending them with a satisfying click of her trigger. This team was absolutely incompetent… They were walking right into her range of fire…

“C'est si beau…”  She took the lull in combat to drop a magazine and load another, prepared for the next uncoordinated assault. This was too easy. She’d had to move once since the match started. “Is this really all…?"

A smug grin spreads across her face, picking off enemies one by one without so much as an ounce of effort. Her cocky smirk fades as heavy footsteps kick up behind her, catching her momentarily off-guard.The enemy Reaper emerges, drawing both of his weapons without delay. Only moments to react, with no way to charge a full shot in time… Amélie fingers the slit of her catsuit seductively, pulling the entirely practical outfit open for a little show… And using the brief moment as he hesitates in surprise to land a bullet between his eyes, returning to her work…

Several more shots ring out seconds after she kneels, wiping out the rest of the enemy team… Faint frustration gnawed at her for allowing herself to be snuck up on by such imbeciles… But she wouldn’t allow it again. Her focus is unshakeable as she clears the payload thrice over, accuracy flawless… The enemy team wouldn’t trip her up again… Though it wouldn’t be the last interruption…

A loud bark perks up her ears, her controlled breathing faltering… Down in the alleyway, a stray mutt had spotted her… To think, the enemy team could hardly stop her, and yet she was caught by a pitiful creature like that… He doesn’t stop making noise, eventually starting to grate on the assassin’s nerves… He’d give away her position, especially if the payload got any closer…

Widowmaker slips into the darkness of the alley… She just needed to shut him up.

Amélie hits the ground without a sound, casually striding up to the stray mutt and pushing the barrel of her gun in its face. Her finger dances on the trigger, hesitating as the uproar of battle catches her attention. She takes a cautious step, peering out the alleyway. This was just as good as a sniping spot, it had a clear view of the payload…

She turns her attention back to the dopey mutt, but it’s already off poking through the dumpster… He was quiet now. Realistically, killing him right now would ensure he wouldn’t come bugging her again… But… Something holds her back. Perhaps it was pity.



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