Fire blazed, guns roared. The air itself had the metallic taste of blood.
A woman with a black spotted suit, looked around fearfully, looking for the soldiers that were so determined to kill them.
This woman, Forcella carried Gattura, her fellow partner in arms, through the broken city. Rubble falling from ceilings, ledges and overhangs.
Gattura moaned in pain, rattling in her arms. She looked at him with soft forest green eyes, he opened his eyes slightly and smiled slightly.
A distant noise sounded from far away.
Footsteps sounded around the corner, with haste, she ran in the opposite direction with Gattura in tow.
"There they are!"
Forcella looked up alarmed and saw a man pointing at them fearfully.
In defence, she drew her bow from her quiver straps and fired, killing him instantly.
Explosions surrounded them, shaking the earth with accompanying guns. They had found them.
A crack fired, but before she could react, blinding pain ripped through her body.
A bullet tore through her side. She fell to one knee. But she kept her head up, she would not die a coward.
"Kill the demons!" "Rip their hearts out!" "Kill the black cat first!" "For the king! Die, spawn of hell!"
Soldiers surrounded them, dents in their amour at the heroes' feeble attempt at fighting back.
One of them, with a large red cross on their armour on his armour.
He looked around and gave a signal. A fire was set to the surrounding area, a ring of fire surrounded them, Forcella looked around, there was no escape, they were too injured.
"The ring and the earrings are the sources of their power men! We will take these possessions in the name of God! You demons do not deserve this power!"
Forcella looked at Gattura with teary eyes, he looked back in sadness. Then, his resolve hardened, and with as much leniency as his broken body could let him, he slowly looked towards the commander of the army.
"We may be defeated, we may be dead, but the miraculouses are not yours! They must be in the hands of good to maintain the balance, not with a corrupt man like you!"
With that, he ripped the ring from his finger, de-transforming into a ragged boy, with a simple brown cloth attire, he then cast it in the burning hell burning around them.
"No!" The commander snarled,
She looked at him, with the mask off for the first time.
"It's over Cella, we're free,"
She smiled at him, then smirked at the soldiers. Before removing the miraculous and tossing it into the fiery hell.
Her form shifted to a beautiful girl with a regal dress.
She hugged him, drawing comfort from him.
"I'm scared, Gatto,"
"don't be, we'll be fine,"
By now, fire licked their bodies, burning them.
She looked at him.
"I love you, Cella,"
"I love you too Cocci,"
Then they kissed in a passionate love as flames consumed them.
Author's Note: Hey guys! Just a short fanfic this time, this is a random plot bunny that I got in my study class. So, I quickly wrote a rough version and fixed it up later!
Forcella – A fusion of the words "Fortuna" and "Coccinella," Luck and Ladybug respectively in Italian. (If this is wrong, please tell me!)
Gattura – A fusion of the words "Gatto" and "Sventura," Cat and Misfortune respectively in Italian. (If this is wrong, again, please tell me!)
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