The first time it happened, was when Adrien was no older than five. His mother and father were watching the news sometime close to 12 o'clock, and he had snuck down to get a secret midnight snack. He had stopped behind the couch they were sitting on, when he had seen the screen.
There were reports of a murder on the other side of town.
Three people had been slaughtered mercilessly. 1 female, and 2 male. They had multiple stab marks on their stomachs, and yet their blood was basically painted onto their entire bodies. The murderer had used the murder weapon to carve the shape of a ladybug onto the faces of the victims.
Adrien didn't understand any of it at the time, but he knew it was bad. Especially when it continued to happen, about twice a month.
After 3 months, the murderer had been dubbed "Coccinelle", for always leaving his ladybug print signature.
After almost a year of it, Adrien began to understand that someone had been killing innocents on the street. Coccinelle had even gone after his teacher in kindergarten.
This continued on for about five more years, until there seemed to be a stopping point.
Coccinelle had surprisingly stopped killing for a month, and then another, and another. After a few months, everyone seemed to believe he had stopped, or died, or simply vanished. He had a schedule of sorts, when it came to his killing, and he never strayed from it. So when he didn't kill anyone, Paris believed it was finally safe.
But they were wrong.
After a 7 month hiatus, people were found murdered in empty streets, with the ladybug marking on their foreheads. But it was different.
Coccinelle never killed groups, and even when he killed more than one, he always did it the same, with the same weapon. Now, he was killing groups ranging from four, up to twelve. And everytime, only half of them were killed with his signature weapon. The rest would be killed with something new, every time. One month was a gun, the next was flames, and then next month, half of the victims were somehow drowned in the middle of a street.
People had looked into all the facts, and suspected Coccinelle of gaining a partner. After a while, the Police had found said fact true as well.
The killings went on for about a year or so, until Coccinelle disappeared again. But for some reason, his partner didn't.
The police had confirmed this by realizing that the victims each attack had dwindled down to before, and were no longer random citizens, but were now rapists, kidnappers, murderers, and so on. Not only that, but the people killed were no longer being killed by Coccinelles signature blade.
The ladybug signature would still be placed, but they compared it to the previous signatures, and found that it now was no longer the bug, with a head, legs, and opened wings, but was now just the circular shell, with five spots.
The weapon was now always the same as well. Some sort of wire would strangle, and cut to victims down. They would also have a few slices or stabs in them, but not nearly as much as the wire cuttings. After they were dead, the killer would then design and paint them in their own blood. The blood and cuts would often read what they had done.
Pedophile
Abuser
Killer
The new killer continued going solo, and never being caught. To make things even worse, they were slowly starting to kill more often.
Someone would be found dead every week. Somewhere new. Someone with a completely different profile. Different age, sex, heritage- everything! They couldn't find out who this new killer was.
They never would.
Late at night, on the high rooftops above Paris, a young girl skipped across the Arc De Triomphe, as she looked down for her next suspect.
Her hair was a dark midnight blue, and her eyes shone of bluebells. She was rather petite, in both height and weighing size. She was obviously a young teenager.
She wore her hair up in pigtails, held by long red ribbons, and a red mask over her face, with 5 intricate black spots. She wore a red dress with black spots, that had a puffy skirt with black frills underneath to keep it outwords. The dress had the red come up to tank top sleeves, before continuing with a black tight turtleneck, and tight black sleeves that came to her wrists, before closing up to her middle finger, where she sore the golden ring to her wire yo-yo. She also wore black tights, a dark grey cape that could encircle her, and red ankle boots, and a red garter with black frills around her right thigh, to hold a sharp pointed dagger, that really just felt like an extra precaution to her.
In her right hand was her second most prized possession; her signature weapon. A the red Yoyo with Ladybug spots on each side, attached to that one gold ring. Childish, sure, but it was the weapon she was the most effective with, and it was certainly funny when she saw the fear in victims eyes at the sight of its power.
She wouldn't trade it for the world, no matter how tempting the thought could be. It was the only one of it's kind, and it was a complete miracle that the metal wire was not only flexible enough for it's usage, but also unbreakable, no matter the force.
Suddenly, she spotted her target. A man coming out from a nearby bar. He was old to say the least, and was obviously drunk beyond belief.
She pulled out a small device from her pocket, and clipped it onto her mask. She tapped a button on it, and it sent a small holographic screen over her closest eye, as she looked closely at the man. As the device scanned him from the distance, it gave her the information she needed.
She smiled wickedly,"John Beautrix. 43. Male. Hmm, the records say he was taken to court for pedophilia and rape, but the judge dismissed the case, and he got off scot-free! Hmm… We'll see about that…"
She followed him down the streets, until they finally arrived to a more secluded neighborhood. When she was sure no one was nearby or looking, she quietly jumped down beside him, and kicked him swiftly in the gut, sending him tumbling into a dead end alley.
He crashed into a pile of trash cans and bags of rubbish. Good, just where he belonged in her opinion.
As Beautrix started to get up, she snapped her yo yo up and down twice, before snapping it towards him, to wrap tightly around both of his hands, pulling them tightly together. And by the way the man screamed in pain, she could tell that she had pulled hard enough to hit a nerve(literally and figuratively).
She tugged once more, bringing the man who wasn't even fully on his knees, down onto the pavement roughly, no doubt earning a bloody nose from the unexpected contact. Did she care though? No, she didn't. This man deserved far worse than what he would be receiving from her tonight. She came forward slowly, wearing a cocky grin as she gave a light snort at the sight of the man. He was supposedly the best of the best when it came to getting away with rape. She had expected that he would be a bit more on his guard, seeing as he was usually the one sending young girls into the alleys for torture.
Pathetic.
He looked even more scum than he was, and that was saying a lot in her mind. He breathed harshly as he held his hands to his nose, squinting up to her. He couldn't make her out completely, having been that she was standing in front of a street lamp from his point of view. He could, however, pick out the spots, and the pigtails. He then had the audacity to do the worst thing he could in his situation.
He at first chuckled, but after a few seconds, it had turned into a full on laugh. The girl just rolled her eyes at this however, not really caring, as she had received this each and every time. She leaned down, to bring her face close to his own, and gave a sickeningly sweet smile,"I'm sorry, but I don't think you should be laughing in your situation. Mmm… screaming, sounds more like the appropriate approach. Not to mention the smart one…"
The mans laughs died down and he shook his head in humor,"Sure little girl, now how about this? You let me out of this damned wire, and I'll promise not to be too… rough." She felt disgusted when she saw him lick his lips during his pause. Oh yeah, she was going to enjoy this.
Before the man could react once more, she yanked her yo yo forward, and used her free hand to pull out her degger from the garter, using it swiftly towards Beautrixs' left leg. The man gasped in a tight breath of air, before gasping out a broken scream. She listened stoically for a moment, before he got to loud for her tastes, and she took out a rag, and stuffed it into his mouth, muffling the large mans pleas. "Now hold still. This'll only hurt… well- a lot~"
She pulled out a thing of rope, and tossed half of it over a broken post hanging high on the stone wall. She tied it nicely, before turning to the man with a happy go lucky smirk,
She came closer to him and tied the rope around his neck, ignoring his pleas and promises of payment. She hauled him up onto an upside down trash can, and tied him still with her yo yo.
She smiled venomously to him,"Listen, you're about to die anyways, so let me get this straight to you…"
She dragged her dagger upwards on his chest, as the man looked to her in fear,"My name… Is Ladybug…"
No one heard his strangles screams and cries, as the young bluenette slaughtered him alive, before finally kicking away the bin beneath his feet, to ensure that he was dead from her 'playing'. Once she was certain, Ladybug twirled her dagger in her hand, and came closer to him, ripping off what little was left of his shirt, and started to draw upon his skin. She cut deep into his skin-
Raped your children
She would have left it at that, but she felt like she needed to start adding more. They had continually referred to her as the bad guy… They needed to know of the good she was doing them all.
Ladybug quickly wrote in 2 more words, and left her signature sign, before cleaning her weapons up, and heading up the rooftops, to race back home.
On the man who hung in the alley, his stomach bled her last words…
You're Welcome~
Heyyo! I had written this a long time ago, and just now remembered it, so here! Take it! You don't have a choice!
Ladybug is a serial killer AU! Yay!
I always find those AU's where Chat is the villain, and people don't actually know anything about him, but I've only read one story before where it's Ladybug as the villain instead. So here you go- the story that nobody asked for!
You're welcome.