Hello and welcome to the second part of my trilogy. I welcome new and old reviewers. I will make this as accurate as possible. I would also like to take the time to dedicate this story to one my faithful readers, who is a true inspiration to others, LilytheNinjaGirl. Enjoy the story.
In a dark room the sounds of flapping wings could be heard. A window opened just enough to let light in revealing hundreds of white butterflies. Standing in the midst of the room, Hawkmoth had a scowl on his face. He gripped his cane tightly as he gazed upon his flutter. Suddenly, he lashed out with the cane and killed one of the butterflies, causing the others to scatter.
Needing to work out his frustrations, he started to do Canne de combat, a martial arts form that was invented in France itself that used the cane in self-defense and a fun sport. Twirling the cane around, he switched hands going back and forth striking out with strong horizontal strokes and quick taps to an imaginary target scoring points. He did an elegant latéral extérieur followed by a latéral croisé. He evaded and parried a blow and twisted about doing a backwards lunge called an arriére. With a final thrust, he slammed the cane down on the floor returning to a balanced stance. Hawkmoth clearly was a Yellow Pommel, the highest rank a person could have, in this sport.
Just like Ladybug and Chat Noir's weapons, his also had many features. The cane crystal top had many uses. It had GPS tracking, Internet connection, and could be used to communicate with people, if he wasn't an evil villain. The cane had a unique feature, and it wasn't that it could hold onto akumas who had been released, but not cleansed. The crystal top could play back any Akuma attack, if he was trying to create champions, this feature would have helped him decide if he needed a past champion to help, instead he used this feature to try to figure out ways to improve his akumas.
The crystal lit up as he projected his latest Akumas for him to review. Kung Food, Gamer, Animan. Then there was Vanisher and Antibug, along with Puppeteer and his last one Reflekta. Each of them had some fatal flaw that prevent them from claiming Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous. What did it take to make a perfect akuma?
"Kung Food, using food as weapons, failed to hold either hero long enough to succeed. Gamer first defeat was what led to his ultimate failure. Animan wasted time going after that stupid kid and should have picked better animals. Vanisher, I should have given her more strength and Antibug, while creative, fell for a simple distraction. Ah Puppeteer, so close to victory. She should have taken control of Ladybug the second she got the doll! Reflekta acted to quickly without thinking things through. Why, why is this so hard?"
The images disappeared, each had a fatal flaw, sometimes it was their powers or other times, his Akumas didn't act on his orders quickly enough. Finding the right person to turn also caused a problem. "The stronger the emotion, the stronger the akuma. I need to find people whose negative emotions are overwhelming!" Pausing for a moment he raised his cane projecting a unique Akuma attack, the one with Emperor.
Watching the projection, Hawkmoth lips formed a tight frown as his eyes narrowed. His posture straightened up even more. His gloved hands wrapped tightly around the cane. Even his butterflies had moved away not wanting to get close to their angry keeper.
Pressing down on the pommel he paused the projection. Emperor had gathered his forces for the first time and had been pushing the police back forcing them into hasty retreat. Isolating one corner of the projection; Hawkmoth's eyes narrowed onto the woman in the corner of the picture. "Hmm, this woman used pouches of mixed plants and they worked. I don't understand, my Akumas have trampled through several plants before and they never weakened."
"Ordinary objects, Nooroo mentioned that they have magical power. Why? People wear necklaces all the time, mix up food for eating. So why didn't they work before? Could it be that you need to believe in their supposed power to make them work?" He mused.
It would a logical answer considering a majority of the world didn't believe in real magic anymore. He certainly hadn't believed in it a first. If that was the truth he'd have to scan his victims minds more closely to see if they knew anyone who truly believed in magic.
"Fast forward and show me Emperor's meeting on the Arc de Triumph." In a second the projection changed to show the meeting from Emperor's point of view. Stroking his fingers over the crystal, the projection split, so he had a wide area view of the meeting, alongside Emperor's Pov. Resuming play for the original projection he watched the events again.
Peace Keeper at first glance resembled a Miraculous wielder, but her clothing didn't seem to be based on any animal. "This woman, she can't be the same person who Emperor tried to kill earlier after his capture. The liaison had a different facial and body structure. Height can be manipulated, but not to degree between Ms. Gardien and this Peace Keeper," he muttered to himself. He heard himself speaking to Emperor and Nooroo's pleas that he had listened to.
"I was a fool to listen to Nooroo's excessive chatter. He is bound to me and yet he refuses to share all his knowledge. This Peace Keeper, I need to know more about her." He played the wide area view watching as the special agent seamlessly fell into a rhythm with Ladybug and Chat Noir. Her training looked professional and she carried herself with unquestionable pride.
"Still, if she is a special agent with the government, why hasn't she been utilized before? They waited until the President was in danger, could it be that she's only supposed to help if the President is in danger?" It would explain why all other video evidence of her had been edited so no one knew about her existence and the police no longer remembered she had been there.
"How was she able to create that shield if she doesn't have a Miraculous? She was holding something in her hands and I need to know what. If she owns something similar then I need it to prevent her from using its power against me. Its power might even increase my own."
Laughing evilly, he got rid of the projections. His flutter of butterflies came closer swirling around him. "Soon my pets, with your help, I'll become the most powerful person in the world. Right now, I need to interrogate a little butterfly. Nooroo, wings closed!" In a flash of purple, Nooroo appeared as he tiredly landed in his master's hands. He knew as soon as they stepped out of the light that things were going to be very bad for him.
"Master, how can I help you today?" the weakened Kwamii asked in a weak and raspy tone. His breathing was heavy and he struggled to get enough air in to is lungs. He was a very sick Kwamii that needed to be healed. If only he could trick Hawkmoth to take him to Master Fu, without revealing him as the Great Guardian!
Even in the dark and in civilian form ,Hawkmoth was a very intimidating person, whose voice chilled one's heart. "Nooroo, you will answer all my questions. No matter what they are understand?"
The mauve creature nodded his head. While he was bound to his Miraculous and the person who wield it, he didn't have to answer or tell the man everything, as long as he paid attention to how Hawkmoth worded the question. It was a loophole that all Kwamiis, especially Plagg, took advantage of to protect their chosen, or in Plagg's case, not have to put in a full effort with his "kittens" until much later in life.
"I grow weary of this game, I demand you tell me the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir!"
Nooroo repeated his typical response. That all Kwamiis were magically bound to never reveal the identities of their chosen, not even to other Miraculous wielders. Only if the person revealed themselves or were seen during the transformation process, would the glamor fail.
His master shook him angrily. "What do you know of the other Miraculous?"
"That there are seven of them and each has a different power and is used by a different Kwamii. Only in times of great need have all seven been used in the same place." Nooroo coughed as he struggled to breathe again. His head was pounding and felt as if he would pass out and never awaken again. "Please Master. I need…something…to eat."
The man in the shadows stared at the little Kwamii trying to tell if the creature was lying or not. With some reluctance, he set the little guy down on the hidden table. and pulled some yogurt out of his pocket and spoon fed the creature. After eating a full container Nooroo felt better than he had in a long time. He was still weak and his breathing wasn't very steady, but he would be able to answer more questions.
"I've indulged you enough, now tell me something useful I can use to capture Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous?" He pressed his thumb against Nooroo throat threatening to cut off the Kwamii's breathing. Frightened, the little Kwamii revealed more than he wanted to.
The human listened closely as he learned that each Kwamii had their own special food. Ladybug's liked sweet treats, especially cookies. Chat Noir's greedily ate cheese wheels by the dozen, the smellier the better. Pressing harder on the Kwamii neck revealed that Ladybug and Chat Noir, when they worked together never lost and often they were fated to be soulmates to one another. Depending on the combination most Miraculous users found someone they were fated to meet, whether it was their best friend, soulmate, or just a companion on this adventure.
"You have told me a great deal Nooroo. I might even reward you later with more food and some time out of the Miraculous, however I feel you're not being fully honest with my questions," Hawkmoth hissed. His butterflies swirled around faster and faster making him look more menacing. "You've avoided giving me answers far too did that liaison know your name and that so called magical items would have an effect on my Akumas? Who is this Peace Keeper and where did she obtain the power of a Miraculous? How can I make myself stronger! "
"There are myths and legends based on our animals, and all of them contain some grains of truth in them. Our chosen, including you, pick up habits from them the longer we are bonded. You're bold and flashy with your Akumas, like a butterfly with warning colors showing you're not afraid of anything. As a civilian, you have a unique perception of the world.
It's very likely that the liaison stumbled across a book of old tales that mentioned me and she took a guess when she spoke. Maybe she's one of those practitioners of Wicca and that's why she had magical objects and potions. As for Peace Keeper? I don't know who she really is. I know she doesn't own the Turtle Miraculous. There are a lot of other magical objects, such as, amulets, talismans, charms, out there in the world. Maybe she bought one that was real?"
Nooroo panted and this time it wasn't because he couldn't breathe. The Kwamii charms had been created a thousand years after the Miraculous in order to protect the box when they slept. The charms activated and channeled a portion of their power to keep the box safe, or the Great Guardian and his/her apprentice, could use the charms to fight, if neither had a Miraculous.
Daring to look his master in the eye, he was troubled by what he saw. There was a dark and cold look to them. His head was tilted a bit, like he was thinking about something. Unconsciously he started to squeeze Nooroo tightly.
So to increase my powers, I need to study myths and stories with butterflies in them. I'm sure to find a common link between them. When I do, I'll implement a new plan and use Nooroo's powers to create the deadliest akumas ever. So dangerous that Ladybug and Chat Noir will give up their Miraculous to prevent Paris from becoming a crater of ash, he thought to himself. "Thank you for your help Nooroo. You can stay out today and have a bit more yogurt in a bit."
"Thank you Master, I'm happy to help in whatever way I can," Nooroo mumbled. Inside, he hoped that his master never put the pieces together to figure out how to make stronger Akumas.
That night, Hawkmoth left his lair, went to his private library, and shut the doors to his study. Turning on a single lamp, the man opened up a book of legends and started to read up on his Kwamii's animal. Finding the grains of truth would be a wonderful challenge.
Flipping the pages he came to a stop at the sight of a beautiful illustration. It showed an Aztec temple with the souls of woman who had died during childbirth. On top of the temple stood a scary, yet beautiful butterfly like goddess named Itzpapalotil. Her obsidian wings were stretched wide open. Her claw hands looked intimidating and her skeletal body was covered in a cloak of stars, rumored to give her the power of invisibility. Butterflies and fire framed her head. The capitation read: Goddess Itzpapalotil welcoming the cihuateteo to Tamoanchan.
Hawkmoth's fingers scrolled down the page as read out loud in a soft voice to himself. "The Goddess Itzpapalotil was one of the most important goddess in Aztec mythology. She had two forms, in Tamoanchan she appeared as a beautiful seductive woman who cared for all the souls in her land. Yet, if touched, she would angrily revert to her skeletal form where she carried stone knives that popped out of her wings. Her symbols included butterflies, birds, and fire. Her nagual form was that of deer. Both feared and worshiped, she was one of the most diverse Aztec goddess."
The pages continued to talk about stories of the different gods and goddess in the Aztec parathion. Most of the stories he deemed unimportant. His eyes were drawn to recovered relics from the ancient temples. Hawkmoth's eyes twinkled darkly at a picture of an ancient urn, which had a painting of the goddess on it. This one was different because the artist had painted the Itzpapalotil wearing a butterfly broach. This was the grain of truth he'd been looking for. A past Miraculous wielder!
"So, at some point a chosen used their powers to gain power over mortals. Let's see how other native tribes saw butterflies," he whispered in delight as he turned on his copier. Once he finished he returned to the book.
Native tribes had several similar beliefs. Native American Indian legends told that butterflies would carry the wishes to the Great Spirit in heaven to be granted and the Zuni believed butterflies started as pebbles transformed by the Great Spirit and that white butterflies predicated the start of summer. Blackfeet Natives believed that dreams were delivered by butterflies while the Hopi danced for their beloved Butterfly Kachina that had its own special song. The picture of the Kachina dancer dressed as the Butterfly revealed another glimpse of the Miraculous.
Hawkmoth almost tossed one book on religious beliefs away, not seeing how it could have anything to do with his agenda. Still the picture of butterflies in Purgatory made him read a few pages.
"The ancients Greeks believed the butterfly was the inner personification of a person's mortal soul, derived from the myth of Psyche. As religious conversion took place the butterfly continued to be seen a creature of the soul, either carrying souls to children about to be born or taking them away to the next life. The metamorphous of the butterfly is seen as birth, death, and resurrection in many different religious faiths. This close symbolism meant that the creatures were greatly protected and feared ensuring their continuous survival."
"Until humans decided their food and homes are wasted resources to use. That's what makes some butterflies endanger or go extinct."
The human was too involved in his research to notice the hours passing or notice a nervous Nooroo hiding behind a nameplate peering at his master. His sharp hearing heard the man talking about how each culture saw the creature with different symbolism. For example, to the Chinese the butterfly was a simple of great joy, while in Japan it was associated with vanity.
"He's learning and it won't be long until he starts experimenting. So many beauties, (his nickname for the butterflies in the flitter), will die. Why was I cursed with this evil master? I'm losing hope to teach him to use the Miraculous for good not evil." Hearing his master call for him, the mauve Kwamii fluttered into the air and landed in the man's palm.
"Thank you for your help Nooroo. You see, when we work together, doesn't it benefit you as well?" Nooroo nodded his head miserably as Hawkmoth looked at the dawn. "Paris better enjoy its short reprieve from my Akumas. When my new ones emerge not even Ladybug or Chat Noir can stop me!"
With Hawkmoth's vast resources, he was able to purchase several different indoor butterfly gardens, each containing a different type of butterfly from parts of France. As Nooroo feared, Hawkmoth had stumbled on a way to increase his power, use different species of butterflies. Normally, the wielder of the Butterfly Miraculous would use only one species of butterfly to grant powers to a Champion, the preferable color being white. Using several different kinds at once usually had very mixed and sometimes dangerous results.
Hawkmoth was busy setting up his little gardens. Each garden contained at least six to seven eggs in each of them, which meant he would have a whole new flitter to command, even if they wouldn't all grow at the same rate. Fine by him, he needed the time to experiment and see which stock could handle his dark power and if he could make them give people specific powers, even if they weren't feeling emotionally vulnerable.
Using an artificial sunlamp, he started working on the first garden, which contained the eggs of a Damon Blue. He covered the pot with fresh sainfons for the caterpillars to eat. Strategically placing the sticks he built a little row for the chrysalises to hang from. He watered the plants and adjusted the pot so the right amount of sunlight would hit the plants. Before zipping up the mesh cage, he infected each egg with a bit of darkness. Placing a picture of what the butterfly should look like next it, he wrote Experiment One on a label.
Experiment Two didn't have any eggs, but live caterpillars due the nature of the Brown Hairstreak. That species laid their eggs in late August, which hatched in spring. At the moment the little caterpillars were enjoying the leaves of the blackthorn bush. Touching the caterpillars, he imbued them with darkness before drawing power from Nooroo. He didn't have time to wait for them to go through their cycle naturally, so they would mature a bit faster than normal.
Experiment Three, Purple Emperor, would be another slightly rushed one with them hatching much quicker than usual. At least this one was easy to care for as they fed on aphid honeydew, which he had already lined up. He was going to infect the chrysalis to see how the dark energy would affect the transformation. He made sure that the leaf litter on the ground covered up the tiny little dug up areas. He wasn't about to let ants into his home, even if they helped bury the pupa, he could do that himself.
Experiment Four, contained Pearl Bordered Fritillary butterflies. Hawkmoth cursed the European butterflies' strange life cycle. They all seem to lay their eggs late and waiting until next year to hatch. Never the less he would only need to push the cycle a little bit. He intended to infect the eggs, caterpillar and the food source, (violets), and the chrysalis, to see how powerful an akuma it would make. Yes, this was going to be a great experiment.
"You can't rush Mother Nature Master. By using part of my power to speed up their life cycle, many of these beauties will die before they reach adulthood. Can you not leave them alone?"
"Nooroo be quiet, or I shall started destroying every precious beauty in this room! Rushing nature happens all the time and the results can be grand if done by the proper hands. I refuse to wait several months to a year to increase my power. Every day I don't have Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous, the harder it will be to achieve my dream!"
"Master, you can't use an Akuma on a person who isn't feeling negative emotions. You said you intended these as experiments to be improvements, does that mean you are going to try using them on positive emotions?"
"That is none of your concern Nooroo. All that matters is that you give me the power I need and obey my commands! If you try to withhold any power, you will see my true anger! Now be quiet!"
As soon as Nooroo quieted down, Hawkmoth waved his cane around, before he tapped the mesh cages with the cane tip, as he channeled Nooroo power into the cages, to keep the gardens inside to grow at the same rate of the sped up life cycle. Soon one of the species would transform into a full adult and then he could test the different myths he read about. Then he could make his observations and determined the best Akuma among them, the one that would lead to the heroes defeat!
For a solid, week Hawkmoth attended to his gardens making sure that each one was growing and stable. Normally a bit more patient, the chance to increase his powers led him to speed up the process in Experiment One, seeing as how he intended to use it first. He took notes on each garden and the species as they moved through the life cycle faster than they were meant to.
"Experiment One is proceeding at a slightly sped up rate. Of the seven eggs I started with, five hatched healthy larva. For two days the caterpillars had explosive growth rate. Two of the caterpillars died before they reached the chrysalis stage. Of the remaining three, each entered the chrysalis a day apart. I'm starting to see degradation in one of the chrysalis, most likely indicating the death of the creature. Hopefully the other two mature into the adults I can use." Hawkmoth spoke into his tiny recorder. He was determined to document everything to see where he would go wrong and how to improve the experiments.
Turning his attention to Experiment Two, the man frowned. Even with the accelerated life cycle, the Brown Hairstreaks had yet to get out of their caterpillar stage. "The six caterpillars have eaten nearly half the blackthorn shrub and have molted at least three times. For some unknown reason they have yet to fall into the leaf litter in the pot. As soon as they do I will bury them and hope that they all survive. Nooroo believes that the accelerated growth might have been too much for the caterpillars and that some of them are in a coma waiting for death."
Picking up a pair of tweezers, he snagged one of the non-moving caterpillars and studied it up closely. He placed the specimen on a strip before placing it under the microscope as he sat down to exam it. Adjusting the setting he zoomed in and looked the caterpillar over. None of the legs were twitching and its color had dulled. Using a tool, he moved the specimen around and then found the hole in the caterpillar's body as its life leaked out. It was clearly dead.
He examined the remaining caterpillars and found only two alive. Both were moving around searching for more food. Checking on the health of the blackthorn, he placed the caterpillars on the leaves to continue to eat. "Introduction of darkness at the caterpillar stage, combined with the sped up cycle, has resulted in the death of four specimens. Introducing the darkness at this stage in life appears to result in mass casualties."
Rolling his seat away, turned to Experiment Three smiling at the sight before him. The Purple Emperors had all survived the egg and caterpillar stage. Seven healthy specimens were finishing creating their chrysalis. Taking a picture of the seven green chrysalis for a before picture he then slid his fingers watching them turn to purplish black. "The chrysalis stage has been successfully entered. Each of the seven specimens are still alive and have tolerated the infusion of darkness into them. I will closely monitor the metamorphosis of specimens to see how it effects them. My hope is that all of them will emerge alive."
Lastly he adjusted the sunlamp, to warm Experiment Four. The Pearl Bordered Fritillary were coming along nicely. "Experiment Four is having the least amount of problems. All six eggs have hatched and are doing well. The caterpillars remained alive after having another dose of darkness once they started feeding on the dark charged plants. A few of the caterpillars have fought one another for good food spots. This aggression is not normal, possibly has something to do with the accelerated growth. Admittedly, this Experiment is the one I look forward to using the most."
Leaving his butterfly gardens, he turned his attention to his flutter. They needed to be fed. Tapping his cane, a kaleidoscope of flowers emerged from a hidden panel. All the butterflies flew down and started enjoying their food, regaining their strength. The flutter needed to be on a strict schedule to keep them fueled and strong. Part of owning the Butterfly Miraculous was that you had to nurture your messengers so they stayed alive as long as possible.
"How are they doing Nooroo? Do they need anything else?"
"Maybe a glimpse of the sun once and awhile. You have trapped the flutter for so long in the dark, they are forgetting what the warmth of the sun is."
"The only time they need to see the sun is when one is ready to turn into an Akuma. If these new Akumas workout, I might consider setting the flutter free, but that's a big if."
Nooroo said nothing leaving his Master to his own thoughts. Shielding his own thoughts from his Master was getting harder to do, but it was necessary if the Kwamii wanted to survive. Only in this small part of his mind, could he call out for help, feel his fellow Kwamiis and their bonds. In this place, his power was his own to use. "Great Guardian, I wish you would find me and cleanse me of the evil I'm forced to create. I fear that soon I will lose part of myself if this continues." Crying a few emotional tears in the broach, the little Kwamii awaited to find out who he would end up hurting first.
Two days later, while Hawkmoth was out living his civilian life, Experiment One: the Damon Blues, the two chrysalises started to break open as the butterflies struggled to get out. The struggle was important because it forced the creature to work it's body harder so it could pump the blood needed to make the wings work quicker.
When Hawkmoth arrived later that night from his day job, he was very pleased to see the two male butterflies resting on the stick. Each one getting ready to flap their wings for the first time. "Ah my sweet little insects. You have come so far. Let me take a closer look before I unleash you to the prey I breed you for."
Both specimens had the usual dark blue spread across the top of their bodies, but there were splotches of purple on the wingtips and the border of the wings had partially turn purple. The underside that should have been brown and streaked appeared to be perfectly akuma like. The two butterflies practiced a few times flapping their wings. Soon both took to the air as they flew up to the top of the mesh cage.
"Yes, they have successfully reached adulthood. Now all I need to do is tell them were to find their prey." Reaching into the cage he cupped one of the butterflie's in his hands. It was truly a beautiful creature. Careful not press down to hard, he started feeding it a bit more darkness to create a perfect akuma when a tiny explosion took place in his gloved hands.
Even before he removed his gloved hands, he felt the sticky fluids spreading across his hands. Parts of the now dead specimen had splattered all over them. A growl started building up in his throat. Stomping his food like a child he demanded Nooroo to tell him what had just happened.
"Butterflies are extremely fragile creatures, especially when they just emerged from their chrysalis and their wings need fluid to work. You only infected the egg, so only a bit of darkness remained as it grew. Probably it couldn't handle the immediate infusion of the darkness and exploded."
"Why didn't you inform me of this possibility before?"
"You never asked Master, but I promise you the last specimen should be able to handle the increased darkness as long as you go slowly." Internally Nooroo was cringing as he was forced to reveal this information. His master never seemed to listen to him before, but now Hawkmoth was doing exactly what he suggested slowly infecting the remaining specimens.
"Now it's time to show Paris that I have returned. Make me proud my little beauty. Infect someone that matches what I told you too look for. Now go!" Hawkmoth watched his new Akuma take off with a very wicked and Chat Noir would never see this attack coming.
Tonight was joint patrol as Chat Noir and Ladybug raced across the rooftops. Hawkmoth had been quiet ever since Refleckta. At first they hoped that Hawkmoth had gone into another "hibernation" period like before. Yet, their Kwamiis insisted that something bad was in the making and it would happen tonight. Hence the reason for a joint all out city patrol.
"So My Lady, have you spotted our quarry yet?" Chat Noir asked. He landed on a roof top and paused for a second, resisting the urge to scratch his right shoulder, where his new patch with the letters UID stylized on it was sewn. Plagg and Tikki had somehow managed merge the patches with their Miraculous suits so now the government accepted them. It helped them out a few times, but the patch itself felt like an itch he couldn't reach.
"Nothing yet and what's with the ladybug jokes? Run out of cat puns?"
"I decided today is a red letter one. I got the envelope right here." Pulling out a red letter. Ladybug rolled her eyes and was about to retort when her eyes widened. She had seen something flying by the street lights. "Chat take a look over to the right! Is that an akuma?"
With his night vision he clearly saw an akuma heading for a building. A closer look showed it was a hospital and it was heading for an open window on the fourth floor. "It's an akuma alright and it's heading for the hospital, on the fourth floor!"
Ladybug started running double time. "Which side of the fourth floor did you see it heading for?" She demanded as she swung herself closer to the hospital. When he told her the right side she nearly missed her landing. "That's the Maternity Ward! We need to evacuate that area and now!"
Chat Noir was on it as he launched himself until he was at the front doors of the hospital and burst inside shocking everyone. A security guard made his way over to him wondering what this was all about. "Listen up, an akuma was spotted heading this way. We need to evacuate this hospital as safely and quickly as powerful, especially Maternity where we saw it slip inside!"
Suddenly, there was an explosion as the elevators crashed and fire burst down the stairs. Several lights burned out. Chat Noir ordered security to start securing the wings and protecting the patients. "All nurses and doctors, move in pairs to keep everyone safe. Turn off anything that could start a fire go!"
Chat Noir joined up with Ladybug, who had managed to get the Akuma, who resembled Itzpapalotil in her skeletal form, to the third floor need the administrations offices. "Miraculous! Must get Miraculous!" the women shouted as she flung another fireball, which Ladybug dodged by doing the splits. Using her magic yoyo she managed to grab one arm and pull it tightly causing the woman to trip.
The woman snarled, using her stone knife as a distraction causing the string to go slightly slack, she managed to get in the air, using her massive wings to blow Chat Noir back down the hall. He braced himself with his baton, extending both ways to keep him in place. "What's the problem? I know hospital food is horrendous, but don't you think flaming red heat will make it better?"
"Must get Miraculous, must get Miraculous!" The woman shrieked so loud, the glass shattered. "I take Miraculous and I go home to Tamoanchan!" She folded her wings around her and transformed into a beautiful obsidian colored sexy woman wrapped in a cloak. "Miraculous, home, home, baby,auuuuuuuuuughhhhhhh!" The women started to scream again.
Chat Noir and Ladybug watched in disbelief, as the hospital bracelet Itzpapalotil was wearing, crumbled to bits. An Akuma emerged struggling to fly away before it fell to the ground dead. The akumatized woman changed back to a lovely young woman, who fell to the ground asleep.
"What just happened here Chat?" Ladybug asked as the put the woman on a stretcher and carried her up the stairs to the Maternity Ward. With the crises over, the staff were assessing their patients and the damage. Once they entered the ward a female doctor rushed over to them.
"Thank goodness you found Mrs. Tate. I was worried when we couldn't find her during the evacuation." The doctor stated. "She had some hemorrhaging after delivery so I had to sedate her in order to fix it. Glad her stitches didn't tear. Thank you Ladybug. Thank you Chat Noir." They nodded their heads and then started to head out the
"If that lady was sedated, she couldn't have been conscious enough for Hawkmoth to target her, because she wasn't experiencing any emotions," Ladybug whispered as they headed for the exit.
"Right and she didn't have a personal vendetta, she just wanted the Miraculous. She was very confused about what was going on, it's as if the Aztec goddess form was forced on her." He pouted when Ladybug stared at him. "I'm a smart kitty, I can read."
"Of course you can, but I wasn't staring at you. Take a look at the akuma. It's different." Inside her yo yo, were the remains of the Akuma, slowly changing back to normal. The butterfly clearly wasn't one they usually fought. Something was up with Hawkmoth and they didn't like it.