Hello all. This is Sederance with a story to you all inspired by imthepunchlord's The Weight of Living. Sadly the story is unavailable and due to that fact and the fact that I loved the concept they pushed forth had me push forth this bit to the fandom. Its been a while since I contributed anything to this fandom so I guess this is my reopening gift to it.
Credit goes to imthepunchlord for the idea and if they have any problems with it they can PM me.
"Come on Chat... We need to go" Ladybug screams as she wobbles to her feet. Her body felt as if it was on fire, the adrenaline burned her muscles and the blood flowed from the many wounds that were peppered across her body. An arm was broken she could tell as it hung limp at her side. Blood blocked vision in one of her eyes yet she peered out the other in search of her partner.
A booming laugh echoed from above as the smoke and flames danced making it hard to see.
"Chat? Where are you we need to go now?" Ladybug cried out as she frantically searched for her beloved partner.
She stumbled around debris of the once pristine mansion that was concurrently falling around her as the flames ate at the vitality of the supports.
The building shook as pieces of the building collapsed and this spurred Ladybug onward despite her injuries.
Ladybug rushed even as her vision swam before her eyes. She knew Chat had to be nearby, they had fallen together yet he pushed her away when the pillar fell. A haze covered the area full of ash, smoke, dust, debris all obscuring all of her senses yet she had to find him. They had to escape together else one of the miraculouses would be falling into Hawkmoth's hands tonight.
This drive spurred her to move on, to ignore her pain, to seek her partner before the worst comes to worst. They HAD to escape. They just had to.
As seconds turned to minutes. As the footsteps meandered closer and closer. The jeers echoing as they taunted her. How it was over. How he will have the miraculouses and how he will have his wish. How Paris will suffer for their failure.
Ladybug pushed the taunts out of her mind as she attempted to focus on searching for anyone, anything to help her find out where Chat could be. Yet it was getting more and more difficult.
Ladybug knew her time was coming. She felt her body slowing, it became increasingly difficult to move, harder to breathe. Her body was tensing up and ready to lock itself down yet she pushed on, adamant on finding her partner before it was to late. Before both of them failed Paris. They were the Heroes of Paris, how could they fall with everyone believing in them?
However, Heroes never lived long. It was common knowledge that Heroes either die a heroic death or they regret their actions and become a villain. Ladybug sure wasn't going to allow herself to die before Hawkmoth was locked up and behind bars, yet she also knew her career as Ladybug was over. She could feel it. The magic was fading. A beep to signify that she had limited time.
She just needed more time. More time to save Paris, To save Chat. To save herself. Yet.
It was inevitable. Ladybug met the ground suddenly as she collapsed and as her legs failed to respond to her. Everything was hazy. Her legs may have stopped but her one arm was still good to push herself across the next corner. Only for her to scream.
Black. Everything was dark. Hot. Air. I need air. Why can't I move? What is happening to me? I'm scared. Help me. Save me. I can't do it alone. I can't do it anymore. Save me. "HELP." a voice screams out and a mass of blankets and pillows flew from the bed as a horrendous scream erupted through the quiet night.
A French-Chinese girl struggled among her pillows and blankets before she quieted down as she looked around to find herself in an unfamiliar place. The place was by far bigger than the bakery her parents own ever was. The pristine white seemed bland compared to her pink walls and floor and the emptiness of it all made it seem lonely compared to the clutter of her room.
The girl gasped as she tried to remember how she got there when a knock came from the door and a figure stepped in.
Tall, dressed in pajamas and glasses pushed to her face as she glared at the girl.
"Ms. Marinette." The voice was stern and cold. "Is something troubling you again?"
"No... I... I just had a nightmare..." Marinette said as she tried to get a good breathe of air.
She felt sweaty, hot, suffocating, she didn't belong here yet here she was. She wanted to be alone. Not to be interrogated. Marinette fell silent as she tried to calm down yet the anxiety she felt from the nightmare made it all but possible.
"Remember, we are here if you need us." The woman said with a crass undertone as she meandered out of the room and back into the hallway.
Marinette threw one glare at the door before she fell back onto the bed and stared at the cold empty ceiling.
Marinette sat in the darkness in silence. To afraid to fall back asleep in fear of the nightmares assaulting her once more. To drained to be awake as she thought about the things she could have done to change what had happened.
She hated herself. She hated her actions. She hated the fact that she possibly doomed everyone when she ran because as she watched her friend disappear. How she watched the mask melt away and most of all. She hated how she ran.
Marinette touched her ears and found the absence of her earrings and she could feel the tears coming to her eyes.
That night she had lost everything and now here she was recovering because she ran away. Paris had no heroes and they may very well have no Ladybug or Chat Noir to help them.
The tears came and Marinette reminiscence the good old times.
Outside in the corridors the woman was walking toward the main office when she spotted a boy, a worried look plastered onto his face, walking when he spotted her and called out.
"Nathalie, did you scream earlier?
"My mistake Adrien, It seems that I've been getting more and more nightmares lately. It must be the stress of the job getting to me so I'll apologize in advance."
"Are you okay? If you need some time off I could speak to father abou..." the boy known as Adrien asked out of concern yet Nathalie raised a finger and shushed him.
"I was about to visit your father anyway, though if he finds out you're up at this time he'd punish you for sure. Off to bed, I'm sure everything will be resolved shortly." Nathalie chide and Adrien retreated to his room leaving Nathalie alone to sigh.
"I can't keep this facade up." She mumbled to herself and she knocked on the door to the main office where a quiet "Come in" answered her.
Pushing open the door she saw a man in a white suit and yellow hair turn around and addressed her.
"Nathalie, I take it that Ms. Marinette awoke with a nightmare again."
"Third time this week sir. Adrien is getting increasingly worried and the lies I've been telling him is that I am getting stressed from the job." Nathalie answered and the man thought for a moment.
"Have you found out her origins? When we found her in the basement she wasn't... in the best condition to explain why she was there."
"No sir, Any and all records on her are as if they never existed. Its almost as if she doesn't belong in this world and the only person who can explain it to us is sitting in a room by herself but as it is she has recovered enough to have the strength to scream as she does." Nathalie was peeved.
Her job was hard enough managing everything for Mr. Agreste yet she was now burdened by some girl who just dropped out of nowhere and now the extra work was putting on unneeded stress. Maybe Adrien was right and she needed to take that vacation.
"This sudden problem has me at my wit's end. I have to delicately balance all of this on my platter." Nathalie mumbled. "If only I could have some time off to better sort all of this."
"Interesting idea. If I relieve you from your position for a temporary vacation you can also take Marinette out to give her some new sights to help her recover."
"But Marinette has no records here, what if she is stopped and questioned if she violently screams again?" Nathalie exclaims and the man thought for a moment.
"You two look similar, dark hair, blue eyes, thin frames. I'm sure we can pass her off as your daughter."
"An unmarried woman with a daughter at my age... the press will have a field day about this."
"Then the story will goes as such: You and your husband split when she was only a child, she went to live with your husband who is now deceased and Marinette came to live with you. You were heartbroken when your husband split away from you and drowned yourself in work here. The sight of her father's violent death made Marinette a bit unhinged and thus she came here to live with you to help her recover."
"Bri...brilliant plan sir... but what about the papers... her birth certificate, ID. Marriage and Divorce forms. We can't just forge all of them." Nathalie argues.
"Oh... I know a guy." the man said and Nathalie falls back into place. Nathalie was unsure whether they could forge all of these important papers but when your son is the best friend of the mayor's daughter then there is a lot that can be done.
"I assume that she unfortunately lost all of her official records in a fire in the government building?" Nathalie asked and the man smiles.
"You know me so well. From henceforth Marinette No-Name will be Marinette Sancouer, she can be home schooled if you think she won't be fit well at a regular school.
"Yes sir. While we're gone you will obtain the necessary paperwork yes?" Nathalie asked and the man chuckles. "Of course. Leave it to me."
As Nathalie left the man sighs as he turned to look at a giant portrait. The man opened up the portrait as a mass of objects filled his vision. Scrolls, a picture of his beloved, a book on Tibet as well as two unremarkable books, and finally a brooch. Picking it up the man speaks.
"Emilie... you disappeared so many months ago and now this girl shows up... If this is a sign that I have to prove myself to get you back then I will care for her with my utmost abilities or else my name isn't Gabriel Agreste."