Chapter 1: field Trip
The air was still and cold. The light that filtered through revealed the dust that filled the air, the same light also revealed the figures of two men.
One man was tall and lanky, standing tall with his hands behind his back he looked down at the other man, "You target is the downtown, do all you can to draw him out." The man said firmly.
Bowing to the first man, the shorter figure nodded, "I will strike my target and draw him out, I will not fail you." He replied earnestly. Standing, the figure turned on his heels and disappeared into the shadows.
Meanwhile across Paris a school bus made its way through traffic. Inside it a teacher was lecturing their class, "Okay class, I know that many of you have already been to The Louvre, but unlike your visits we aren't just going to have fun, we're going to look at how the art embodies the culture of Paris." Finishing her announcement the instructor sat back down. Once she did, Marinette and Alya attempted to pass the time.
"If I could have any superpower… it would be...?" Alya began glancing out of the window deep in thought, soon catching sight a mime messing with the tourist. Grinning she turned back toward her friend, "It would be the power of Illusion!" Confidence clear in her voice.
Laughing Marinette replied, "Your choice is so much cooler than what I had picked."
"Oh really? what choice would that be?" Alya inquired.
"I just wanted the power to be graceful, you know how clumsy I can get!" Marinette answered.
Grinning Alya pointed at the windows opposite of their seat, "Look! We've made it to the Louvre!" Chatter filled the bus as the students found something interesting to look and talk about.
After a few minutes they had finally made it into the museum. A couple of minutes had passed as students made their way out of the bus.
Many stretched out their legs once they had left the bus.
However, before they could their teacher grabbed their attention once again, "Okay class, I have some good news and some bad news." After hearing a small amount of grumbling the instructor continued, "The good news is that you guys aren't stuck with me this entire field trip!" After a small cheer from the crowd of students in front of her she spoke again, "However, you will need to get into groups of four, this is bad news for you guys because I will create your groups."
Within minutes the excitement fell to a resounding zero, and the groups had been formed. In group one was Kim, Nathaniel, Rose and juleka. Group two had Alix, Max, Alya and Mylene. Group three was Adrien, Nino and Ivan. Last but not lease Group four, which consisted of Chloe, Sabrina and Marinette. Now off to analyze the the paintings, statues and documents inside the Louvre the groups departed.
As the hours passed Marinette found herself being dragged wherever Chloe pleased, Writing down the different impacts that different art embodied. An entire hour had passed when they arrived in the French Revolution area of the Louvre. Chloe crossing her arms upon arrival, "Sabrina, Marinette, you two know what to do."
With a grumble Marinette followed Sabrina as they made their way to the first painting. It was a picture if a lone women holding the french flag, she was surrounded by what looks like the poor people of france and below all of them were the corpses of the rich and powerful.
As Marinette wrote down the date of the painting as well as its creator a deep voice filled the hall, "Does anyone know the Irony about the French Revolution?" Turning her gaze toward the voice, Marinette was met with the weirdest thing she'd ever seen. Standing at the doorway was a man in what she assumed was a costume, he wore a full body latex suit, his head covey by a red hood and black eye mask. His torso was covered by a red vest while his hands were covered by a pair of red fingerless gloves. While his legs were left alone for the most part his feet were covered by a red pair of boots. Quicky she finished sizing up the man she gazed back up to his eyes waiting for him to continue.
"No one? Not one person knows the Irony that is the French Revolution?" He asked in disbelief. Reaching behind his back he pulled out a thin baton, "It's that we need another one." The stranger spat. Suddenly, the baton expanded, going from two feet to what seemed like five he bagan running toward Marinette. After a scream, swing and fall everything went white and Marinette had hit the ground.