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it was dark and she was mostly alone,   yes,   but each person that walked past her may have been her next victim.   blood already smeared her lower lip from one corpse she had left in an alley somewhere.   she could smell their life essence and feel their heartbeats,   but she tried to remember her humanity as she continued down the street. 

get home,   get home,   get home.   she repeated to herself.   maybe she could wait out the hunger this time   -   or maybe it would make it worse.   the facility had ensured that she would be almost completely unable to live any form of normal life.   she would either have to hide,   should she escape   -   or simply come crawling back to them.

it was an unfortunate turn of events when florentina caught the scent of fresh blood.    she was unsure of the distance between her and where the origin was,   but it surely couldn’t be too far.   it wasn’t even a choice when her body started to move toward the direction of the scent.   eventually she reached where she believed the source was hiding.   her prey would not get away so easily...   she thought to herself.

she started casually toward their target,   felt sharp teeth pressing into lower lip as she continued.   it was always better to get them to feel relaxed....    to trust you.   “   are you alright   -   are you hurt   ?   “    she called out.

            ALL  HER  MUSCLES  remained taut,  ready to dive into action in a moments notice.  The woman hadn’t done anything wrong... yet.  And the Canary wasn’t foolish enough to think she wouldn’t in a notice moment.  It’s hard to trust a woman with a sniper rifle after all.  “  Listen,  as much as I want to believe you’re not up to anything sinister.  The rifle and standing on a roof thing doesn’t give off that vibe so do you mind lowering that thing? ”

          THE MOONLIGHT gleams off one of the hands raised,  the light reflecting from the metallic fingers.  He halts,  not stupid enough to tempt the widow to take her shot.  The rumors were enough for him to remain stationary,  unwilling to evoke her wrath though he deserved it.  A spider can be unseen,  almost moving silently but he was trained to track even the most careful.  That didn’t stop him from being caught,  his skill lay in combat and the ability to survive rather than stealth.  “ Can you aim elsewhere?  It’s unsettling. ”

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12. hand kiss.

           From what Sombra had told him of the Widowmaker, and from what he’d gleaned from other sources, she was a cold, deadly, calculating woman who did not let her emotions cloud her judgment. In other words, she was his ideal woman, and Roadhog couldn’t help but feel a little flustered when they were finally properly introduced. Made a real show of being a gentleman, taking her hand delicately to give it a formal shake.

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                    “  madame    --    vous saignez.  ”    (  miss, you’re bleeding.  )    her footfalls are deceptively like a rabbit’s, closing the distance.    brow furrows in cold realisation.    “  laisse-moi t’aider.    allez.  ”    (  let me help you.    come.  )