Tracie always knew that she was unlucky. It started with the disappearance of her father when she was 7, there one day, gone the next. It wasn't that he hated Tracie and her mother, no not at all, sometimes Tracie wished it was like that. It was simple, he went to work one day, happy as always, and then vanished. What wasn't so simple is how it happened, where he went. Possibly taken hostage, possibly murdered, the police had no clue. It was left as a mystery, It broke Tracie and her mother's heart. But after that, she never thought something so terrible could occur to her again, but of course, the world had no sympathy for Tracie Baxter. Because when she was only 15, her mother was also taken away from her. They had been the picture-perfect family, loving, beautiful, devoted mother, caring, handsome, funny father, and the sweet, precious little daughter, they were the happiest they could be. But that was ripped away from Tracie, and she didn't know how to handle it. Rosaline Baxter was murdered in a shooting on the streets. Soon after Rosaline's daughter was taken from her home and put into a cold, foster home. Tracie wasn't given the chance to pack her things, all she had left was her mother's precious ring.

Now in Paris, 17, in her 5th foster home, Tracie was turned from a happy, innocent little girl, to a depressed, angry, sorrowful teenager. She didn't bother with friends, or making any connections with anyone, because she knew with her luck, they would also be snatched from her in a matter of time, one way or another. Most of her days were filled with trudging through Paris, gazing enviously at happy families, ones like what she longed for back. It was a day like that when she was akumatized for the first time. Of course she had heard about them, it would be impossible not to, and how Ladybug and Cat Noir were there to always save the day. Tracie knew that eventually it would be her turn to play the villain, but until it actually happened she never realized how terrifying it could be. To Paris, it was an everyday thing, it was almost seen as normal, nothing to worry about because we have the amazing duo, Ladybug and Cat Noir, but what if we didn't have them, what then?

As Tracie stopped at her favorite park in Paris, she noticed something that made her stomach twist painfully. There, coming out of one of the houses across the street, was a teenage girl who looked just like Tracie, same dark raven hair that fell straight down to their waist, same pale complexion, from what she guessed, same age, same height. It was odd. But what wasn't the same, something that angered Tracie more than anything else, was how she was treating her beloved family. What Tracie assumed was the girl's parents stepped right out the front door behind the teenager, looking very upset and hurt. Although Tracie couldn't hear exactly what was transpiring, she could very well see it. The look-alike seemed to be angrily yelling at her parents as they tried to get her to go back inside. Tracie could see she wasn't the only one who seemed interested in what was happening at the house across the park. Tracie turned her head when a loud car horn went off twice, and watched in surprise as it stopped right in front of the loud house. Even from here she could hear the awful music spewing out of the expensive car, music that definitely shouldn't be played around a park full of young children. Tracie couldn't believe it when she watched the girl abruptly turn her back on her loving parents, and stomp her way to the obnoxious car. With a glare directed to the two parents standing heartbroken on the steps, she was off with what Tracie supposed was her boyfriend. If the crude kissing that took place wasn't an obvious indicator.

Tracie was fuming, how could people take advantage of things that other people don't have like it's no big deal? Things that are very important, like family. Things people like Tracie would kill for. She was sick of it, sick of how people threw away their lives, who didn't realize how lucky they were. Sometimes she wished that she could just take it away from them, then they'll see how much they needed it. As those thoughts played continuously in her mind she felt a voice also slip in, a voice that definitely wasn't her's. But she couldn't seem to care.

"What if I could give you the ability to do that? Seize the things people love most from them, just like they were from you?" A controlling, persuasive voice whispered into her mind, definitely a male's. Distantly, somewhere far in her brain, Tracie realized that this was the villainous Hawkmoth, and that she was being akumatized, she knew she should be afraid, but she couldn't bring herself to be, instead she felt pleased.

"Yes Hawkmoth, I would love too." She said as a devious smile took upon her once blank face. The people around her were blissfully unaware of the evil that was taking over the young teenage girl.

"Of course, I would need something in return. Ladybug and Cat Noir's miraculouses, I'm assuming you already know what they are?"

By now Hawkmoth didn't even have to inform anyone what the jewelry were, it was a known fact in Paris. Even if they didn't know exactly what they did, they never questioned it, if they were even able to under Hawkmoths possession. Tracie felt herself nod in submission to Hawkmoth's demand.

"Wonderful. I have a good feeling about you, Seizer," Was the last thing Tracie heard as a dark purple haze fell over her body, transforming her into what was very soon going to be known as Seizer. The other families and citizens surrounding her weren't so oblivious anymore as they saw the tell-tale signs of an akuma possession. Screams were heard all around as people scurried in fear.

Good. Alert Ladybug and Cat Noir, let them know their doom is near.

Hi! This is my first Miraculous fanfiction, and I am very excited about it. I will try to update as soon as possible, I can't promise when the next chapter will be out. Hopefully you liked this intro, stay tuned to see are beloved heros!

-KScalerose7