I'm Sorry

Sorry if I didn't reply to some comments, but I live in a policy to 'speak if you have anything to say'. So some of the comments were kinda speechless of me to reply, that idk what to say, but I appreciate the feedback, good people. And the praises are also speechless to me, so thanks a bunch to you guys. (I ended up saying the same thing at the same kind of reply)
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Angela sat there, leaning on the wall like the first day she was in here. Actually, how many days was she already held captive here? She didn't know. She lost the day count already. Yet, she never cared. She was tired of everything. Her friends seems like they never cared, but she just wanted to think that they still are, only still looking for her. Though, they took too much time for their search, so many things happened in a blink of an eye, she couldn't seem to bear anymore. Sometimes she would even think why didn't those Talons just kill her already?

Oh.

They can't.

Because they need her information. But she knew that was just their useless attempt. She will NEVER tell them.

The door opened, she was too tired to look who was her visitor. Though a voice was all too familiar for her to ignore, her head snapped towards the door to see who it was. Her eyes widened, mouth agape, her brain was in verge of shutting down. She couldn't believe it.

No one could.

All it takes was just a "You seem comfortable, Dr. Ziegler... Or should I call you Angela?"

Her eyes rested on the new person. Holding a gun with her right hand, examining it with interest in her eyes. The black skirt she was wearing right above her knees, and a buttoned up white shirt all tucked in and unbuttoned sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Like a secretary.

Or a girl that used to work at her clinic counter.

"....P-Priscilla...?"

"Surprise!" She presented herself. She could still see the disbelief in the doctor's look, and shook her head.

"Now, now doctor... No hard feelings right? I just don't want to spoil a great surprise, y'know?"

"H-How could you..." Priscilla rolled her eyes and huffed angrily.

"Enough with the sob story, Angela. Aren't you tired of it? I don't want to hear any 'but I trusted you' or 'I thought we were friends' mushy stuff. Okay?"

Angela didn't say a word, instead, her face hardened into disdain as she glared right into her eyes; sadness now turn into betrayal.

"You were planning this all along!"

"Of course honey. If not, why wouldn't I be here, looking at your sorry face seeing everything finally unfolds? But I couldn't have done it without you.... So thank you for that, sweetie." Priscilla smirked at her and rested her hands on her hips; feeling victorious.

"Even though my role wasn't big, but it helps me with our goals.. just like that time in the clinic, sweetheart." Angela could've guessed that all of that incident was just a pathetic act. She couldn't believe many innocent lives were taken that time.

"Oh, and the time I called you while you're at Gibraltar; that was just a distraction; so that you couldn't sense a thing on our little 'visit'." She continued, though that didn't make sense. Even if it was a distraction, others would realize it by then. Priscilla saw the confusion in her eyes, then sighed pathetically at the dumbfounded doctor.

"If you're thinking about some other friends of yours, thinking that THEY would've guessed something's wrong, I already sent some of the guards to keep them company, so they didn't see what's coming." So everything already happened right after she left the room, Angela thought.

How could she be so stupid?

Priscilla tapped her fingers on her lips, a bit amused with expressions that the doctor was showing. Then Angela looked at her right in the eyes, anger took over.

"You wouldn't get away with this! We will stop you when everyone knows about this!" Angela barked at her, though that never affected anything on her.

"But I already did, didn't I? This place is completely hidden from anyone, including your so-called 'friends'. Oh wait, they didn't come for you, did they?" Priscilla raised an eyebrow, trying to hit a nerve. Angela was silent, but her face spoke more than a thousand words.

"They're not friends... They're a family..!" Angela spat.

"That didn't change things, Angela... they're still not coming." Priscilla walked closer, crossing her arms under her breasts.

The door was left opened, and Angela heard more footsteps coming her way. A few more people came in, standing behind Priscilla. She looked all of the faces in front of her.

Widowmaker.

The Sombra girl.

And Reaper.

All stood according to order, from her right to her left. A few guards were also waiting at the door. Priscilla turned around to face them, gun still in hand.

"Thank you for coming. I think all of us know why we are here." Reaper and Widowmaker looked away, but Sombra just looked at her nails, feeling unentertained.

"Just get on with it." Widowmaker huffed, Reaper didn't say a word.

Priscilla once turned towards the doctor. The gun rested on her shoulder.

"We just had a little meeting, if you wanna know. And then we decided... to give you a last chance. Because you are already overdue."

"Give me how many chances you want, I'm not talking." Priscilla tsked. She squatted down to let her eye level the same as Angela.

"Hmm... what a shame.. I thought you would change your mind. You know, just for the sake of your old friends." She gestured towards Widowmaker and Reaper, who didn't even dare to give an eye contact to her.

She then looked at the gun she was holding.

"You know, this is a special bullet we're gonna use. A bullet that can penetrate to anything, and suck the life of the victim, like a vampire." She explained, then looked at Angela.

"That would make your death less sufferable." Angela glared at her. She continued.

"You should be honored. This is the first bullet we ever created. Really hard to make, you know that? Though we haven't tried it on anything else yet, so maybe you should be our guinea pig for the experiment?"

"I don't care what you do! Guinea pig or not, I won't tell you!" Priscilla hummed, feeling a bit amused.

"The boss said we should give you a chance until tonight, buut... I think that doesn't make any difference."

She cocked the gun and set it perfectly on Angela's forehead. Widowmaker and Reaper already started to panic and run towards the two women, but quickly the guards came and grab them while they had the chance. Sombra? Well, she's being Sombra.

"Are you going to disobey his orders?!" Widowmaker grunted as she tried to pry herself away from the guard. Reaper got two guards holding him, but it seemed like they're the ones struggling.

"You BITCH! This wasn't what we discuss about!" He barked. Priscilla snorted.

"Shut up, Reaper. He won't suspect a thing." She reasoned. Angela didn't respond. No fear, no anger, nothing.

She closed her eyes, already accepting her fate. She didn't care anymore.

"Do it then. I got nothing to lose."

"Good girl, Angela. Now, any last words?"

"I hate you.." is what Angela responded.

"NO!" Widowmaker and Reaper screamed in unison.

Then a gunshot echoed through the room.

A thud was heard on the floor.