ᎳᎥᎠᎾᎳᏒᎬᎪᏢᎬᏒ ᎥmᎪᎶᎥᏁᎬs & Ꭺu's

That's Not My Name

Amélie sat in her room, no lights were on. Her beloved Widow's Kiss laid lifeless on the floor. Her knees were to her chest, her slender fingers tangled in her hair. She was still, looking down at the picture of her she had snuck away from the Château. It was one of her photos from her youth, at one of her recitals. She couldn't recall this of course, staring blankly at it. The woman in the photo was beautiful and full of life, having not had it stolen from her quite yet. Her pose was exquisite, something that would have taken practice and persistence and not to mention unforgettable agile physic. Her hair was in a bun, the head pieces' feathers sprouting out. She was all dressed in white, not a virgin to the color itself.

She wished she could remember that day. She wanted to imagine how the audience applauded her, or how the husband she had was waiting for her with a bouquet. She wanted to see the paparazzi chase her away as she nonchalantly gave short answers to their questions.

Oh, she wished she could remember everything. Almost as much as she wished she could feel again.

Her eyes closed as she started to hum a beautiful song of tragedy. This wasn't anything new. She had fantasies of this before, and often when she wasn't busy she would indulge in them. Faking such a distant life style was a hobby you could say.

Small tears trickled down her cheeks, her expression still blank. "quelle vie triste..." Her head fell into her hands, sobbing quietly into them.

Even when she was sad, she was graceful. She had a way of always being beautiful in any situation. It was odd, yet a charming trait to acquire.

In the meantime, Gabriel wandered throughout the Talon base for quite some time pondering over this weeks' previous missions. Widowmaker had made less conversation than usual. In fact, she had grown so distant, he couldn't remember the last thing she had said. Now, silence wasn't something too surprising of a thing to come from her, yet even on missions she would talk to him. For her to be so quiet so persistently, he knew something was eating at her.

'Maybe she's secluded herself in her room again..' He thought to himself, 'Honestly, what could she be doing in there..?'

He decided to go check on her, after all, even Olivia had been worried about her. He made his way past the darkened room with a capsule and many wires leaking out of it. That was the contamination room... for her. That's what she was assigned to go to sleep every night so she would stay the way she was. Emotionless and under Talon's control. They couldn't loose an asset such as herself.

He grumbled and continued up the winding staircase, his large boots making an obvious Thur that echoed throughout. He looked like some kind of ghost traveling up the stairway, so menacing and silent.

He coughed, reaching the top of the stairs and exhaled deeply. There it is; Amélie Lacroix's room. So very dull and lifeless, the door itself was intimidating enough to not enter. However, he had seen much scarier things in his days, so something like her wasn't even close. His eyes did widen when he realized the door was already cracked open. She never left her door unlocked.. or at least, open like this.

He trudged inside, the door creaking slowly as he did so. The measly room itself was well kept and void, as it always seemed to be. Nothing was too noticeable, until he walked further and heard some inaudible noises not too far.

"What the..." He whispered to himself, following the coos' of sound. They led him to the closed bedroom door of the woman. He put his ear to the door and listened to hear her soft cries from inside.

"What has become of me..?" She sobbed silently into her hands and stayed in her little ball. Reaper clenched his fists, the sound of her so upset was new to him. For all he knew, she couldn't feel this way.. but now that he was witnessing it, it didn't feel right.

His hand grasped the door and flung it open. He stared at the girl, who immediately look up from the hair covering her face. She parted it, to reveal her tear streaked face and swollen eyes. Her expression changed and she quickly began to plead, "Gabriel..! This isn't what it looks like...!"

He didn't listen to her and made his way closer, grabbing her from the floor and pushing her into his broad chest. She didn't have a choice anymore. He held her so tightly, that she could never escape. She stared blankly at the walls and trembled in his arms.

"This... I wasn't crying.. this isn't what you think, let me explain.." She begged, unable to move. "Please don't tell Talon... I... I.."

"Quiet, Amélie.." He growled, keeping a hold of her and resting his head into her shoulder.

The light left her eyes as she became numb, feeling weak in his embrace.

"That is not my name.." She whispered to him, the soft words dancing from her lips and tickled something in him that made him jerk away.

"What?"

"Please do not call me by that name.." She looked towards the ground and held her arm, "I am not Amélie anymore. Me and her are nothing alike.."

Under his mask, his expression grew dim. "Yes you are.. your still the Amélie I know and.."

He had almost slipped right then, but luckily had caught himself before he said anything too much for the moment.

"Fool.." She shook her head and turned away, "I'm not her, she is in the past, Gabriel.. please just leave me be.." She picked up her sniper rifle, looking at her reflection in it and sighed.

He scoffed and reached for her hand, pulling on it lightly to get her attention. She turned back and was greeted with a small kiss on the forehead. Her eyes widened, her hands trembled and shook. She hadn't been kissed like that since...

  His mask fell back into place as he looked at her, "Don't talk about yourself like that anymore.."

Amélie stood in place, a rush of emotions flowing through her as she stared at him expressionless.

"And please, go to the 'room' soon.." He warned her, gently touching her shoulder and gripped it. "I don't want you to get in trouble..."

She nodded softly, coming to, and watched as he turned to go. About halfway out of the doorway, she smiled to herself and whispered a faint, "Merci..."

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More chapters will be posted soon, so sorry for the lack of updates! I do want to say a big thank you to everyone who's given feedback and nice comments on my story! I very much appreciate it and if you have ideas for other chapters please let me know :) <3

•Translations:
-quelle vie triste: what a sad life
-Merci: Thank you