Prologue
I felt my heart break the moment I heard the news. My father was found dead, as Hawkmoth.
As soon as Natalie told me this, she left. Permenantly. When everyone found out Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth, the company, staff, house, everything was taken. I questioned Natalie when I came home to find the police and many people taking every painting, piece of furniture or possesion they could find. She answered me and left. A police man came up behind me and told me to come with him for questioning.
The police station we arrived at was the largest one in Paris. Somehow, the whole building was surrounded with crowds of people. When we both got out, there was paparazzi, everywhere. I was almost blinded by all the flashes and almost deafened by all the yelling, jeering, cheering and booing.
The police escorted me into an interrogation room. A small lamp was the only light source. I had never been more nervous or scared.
'Take a seat.' The woman who was sat at the table, opposite the seat she pointed at. She looked really short tempered and angry, for some reason. 'I want you to tell us if you knew or were helping your father 'terrorise' Paris.'
I was so shocked at her question I could only stutter, which made it worse for me.
'W-what? I-I never k-knew my father was H-Hawkmoth. I-I swear!'
The woman raised an eyebrow. She didn't believe me.
'If your so sure, why are you stammering?'
'H-he never gave m-me any signs about him- Oh!' My mind thought back to when Lila was akumitised and I found a secret safe behind a portrait of my mother.
'Oh, What?!'
'I... T-there's a secret safe... behind the portrait of my d-dead mother in his study. I came across it once and I-I found a... a book.'
'What sought of book? Where is it now?' The woman stood up, staring me in the eye.
'It was a b-book, on all the m-miraculous. I-I don't know where it is, it just disapeared...' The woman looked like I was filth.
'You're lying, aren't you? Officer, please go get the captin. I think this boy was working for his father. He's to be arrested until further notice.' The woman walked out with the police officer, locking the door. She hadn't given me a proper chance to explain. I was terrified. I look around for camera's before I call on my transformation.
I heard the door being unlocked before leaping out the unlocked window. I ran through Paris' rooftops, igoring the people bellow. I had no where to live, no family, I was on the run.