#wiidowmade

asldf;SLDFKASLDFK i want to go into equine veterinary studies….tbh

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

“ENOUUUUGGHHH!!”

Winston had been pushed to the breaking point. Already he had been aggravated by the taunts of Reaper and Widowmaker, but then, the sniper landed a decisive shot on Tracer, sending her reeling to the ground as blood began to pool under her now-injured leg. Seeing his best friend wounded so sent him into a frothing frenzy as he roared, leaping dozens of feet across the room at Reaper. 

He managed to get his hands around the skull-faced man, only for him to fade to smoke and vanish. With a snarl, Winston turned, spotting his real target. Widowmaker was a lot easier to get his hands on, and he lunged across the room at her, completely ignoring the shot she placed through his arm and grabbing her tightly in his massive hands as his blood splattered onto her startled face.

He snarled at her before hoisting her up into the air and slamming her headfirst into the ground with all the rage and might he could muster. A resounding, dull crack sounded out as the woman’s body went limp, her skull fractured and neck broken. But Winston wouldn’t stop there, no. Furiously did he pummel at her body, bruising and gashing her all over, before finally tossing her battered, broken, bloody form across the room at Reaper’s feet.

The masked man’s expression could be read even through his mask as he stared down at Widowmaker, before vanishing once more, retreating for now. Heavy breathing was all that remained, as Winston finally began to come to his senses. 

“What... What did I do..?” The pain from Widowmaker’s shot finally hit him, but before he could clutch his bleeding arm, he saw the blood already on his hands. Widowmaker’s blood. His eyes shifted to the broken woman, expression shifting into one of horror as he started to back away. He could hear Tracer’s voice, but it was distant, muffled... She was trying to tell him it was okay, that things would be fine, but he wouldn’t listen. 

As he felt Lena’s touch on his arm, he turned violently, shrugging her off and running past her. He leaped up onto a balcony, and then out the window to the streets outside, before leaping across more balconies and making his way out of town. He didn’t know where he was going. He just had to leave.