A/N: Hey guys, this is my first (posted) story, so tell me what y'all think, and if I should update? :)

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The building was crumbling all around Marinette. She clutched her purse tightly, pulse throbbing, her fear making darkness seep into her vision. Tikki was still weak, stuck in her purse, her exhaustion too overwhelming to turn her into Ladybug.

Marinette sobbed, yanking at the door's handle one more time. It was jammed from the outside by some unknown source.

The crumbling plaster of the roof seeped into Marinette's nostrils and passed her lips, making her cough and choke. It felt as if an earthquake was shaking the while building.

The ceiling above her was cracking. Marinette look up, fear striking her.

In a desperate attempt to save her little fairy friend, she slung her bag back over her shoulder and threw it across the room, landing under a couch, out of harms way, just as the ceiling crumbled over her, Marinette's terrified scream piercing the air around her.

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Chat Noir was jumping rooftops, searching. The Akuma had yet to be vanquished, and Ladybug was no where to be found. The villain was nowhere in sight. Ladybug's bright red costume didn't catch his feline eyes.

He froze, staring across the street at a building the was crumbling. The Akumaized villain was standing on the rooftop, laughing evilly.

Chat Noir clenched his staff, reading to jump into battle. But something in a giant open window around the sixteenth floor caught his eye.

His classmate and one of his good friend's, Marinette, was pounding on a door, horrified tears streaming down her face. She didn't seem to notice them.

Bits of plaster stuck to her hair, and she looked up, at the ceiling.

She took he bag off and threw it, just as the ceiling came down on top of her.

Her scream rang in his ears, unfreezing him.

"Marinette!" He yelled. The building ha stopped shaking, as the Akumaized villain was no longer on top of it.

Chat Noir jumped across the street, landing on the sidewalk in front f the building. His adrenaline was pumping thorough him like crazy, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood churning in his veins.

If she was dead, he would never forgive himself.

He extended his staff, up, up, all the way up to the window where he had seen her.

He hopped through, coughing as the dust cleared.

He saw her small, broken body pinned under a large wooden pillar, the ceiling and hard wooden floors of the story above this one's floor splintered to pieces around the area that had fallen.

"No, no, no," Chat said, dropping his staff and running to her. He pushed the splintered wood and chunks of cement out of the way, coughing out the dust and paint flecks that settled in his lungs. "Marinette! Answer me!"

He pulled the wooden pillar off of her with strength he didn't know he possessed, dragging her frail body out from under it.

She was in his arms as he knelt, frantically brushing her hair out of her small, pale face.

Her beautiful blue eyes were closed, the long lashes touching her cheeks. Her right arm hung limply at her side, and Chat Noir saw specks of blood on her clothes, feeling it seeping into his leather costume.

"Mari," he said softly. "Mari, wake up."

He leaned down, pressing his cheek to her chest. A heart a very faint, but very much alive, heart beat.

Relief washed through him, and he was shocked to see frightened tears drip into her pale pink shirt.

He spotted her bag that she had so desperately tried to save under a couch across the room. He scooped her up bridal style, standing.

He was much lighter than he had anticipated. It made sense, considering she was small. He'd only held her this way once before, and only for a second, when their classmate Nathanael had been Akumaized after a girl named ChloƩ had made fun of him for...

...for being in love with Marinette.

Chat Noir stared down at her, his heart still pumping the blood through his body at an excessive rate. Her blue-ish hair had specks of white ceiling in it, and her shirt and pink jeans had blood stains. Her jacket was ripped at the sleeve, exposing a large cut on her forearm, taking over her pale skin.

He turned, crouching down to grab his staff. Last minute, he laid her gently on the ground and fished under the couch, grabbing hold of her purse before picking her back up softly and laying the purse on her stomach.

Her eyes still hadn't opened, making Chat think she had hit her head and was unconscious.

He prayed she wasn't TOO hurt as he escaped out the window, racing towards the hospital.

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