A/N: Hello all its that time again. Update time. Otherwise known at Angst time, cuz these days that seems to be all I write. Anyways enjoy the new chapter. I have been asked to make these a little longer and although i've been swamped with work I have tried. It's relatively shorts but i'll try make the next one longer still.

Mannequin … my name is Hawkmoth. I understand you do not like to be controlled by those around you, I can give you the power to control others instead if you do me a favor and get me Ladybug's and Chat Noir's Miraculous.

Adrien's body shook. "No?!" He didn't want that. And yet some part of him did. Maybe? No! It was hard to tell what were his emotions and which ones had been manipulated by Hawkmoth.

You don't want revenge on those who have wronged you?

"No, I don't want.-"

You don't want to be able to control those who would control you?

"No not like that-"

I can give you the power to do those things and more.

"You'll just be the one in contr-"

You can do whatever you want, no one left to tell you what to do, who to be, where to go.

"Stop I don't want-"

Yes you do, I can feel that you do, after all who doesn't want the power of control over others.

"No…!"

Then if you won't give in willingly I will take from you what I want and you will get me those Miraculous!

Adrien could feel a cold chill spread over his body, freezing him in place, he could do nothing as Hawkmoths magic consumed him.

The cloud of purple bubbled around Adrien, spreading outwards from his shoulder where the Akuma had landed on his father's brand name jackets he always wore. Marinette, Alya and Nino watched horrified as Adrien transformed into something he was not, something he should never have become. Marinette had never seen an Akuma transform a person before and couldn't help watch with somewhat sick fascinated at the sight of it, despite her fear for her friend.

Adrien's jacket seemed to grow from nothing, two long coat tails trailing out behind him and fluttering in the non-existent breeze. The sleeves grew long until they covered his arms and hands fully, like gloves. The jacket itself turned a deep purple as though the cloud that consumed him had somehow stained it while the collar lengthened and hardened, looking like a strange silvery metal, curling around his neck almost as if it were protecting, or entrapping, him.

His shirt had changed also, it seemed to become a deeper black then it was before, the three coloured stipes on it were glowing, flashing neon, as if somehow lit from the inside by pulsating disco lights. Part of the cloud travelled downward his body and turned his jeans into that same shiny silver colour, the material seeming to glimmer despite the fact they were still standing in the shade. The rest of the cloud had travelled upwards and consumed Adrien's face. Marinette feared he may chocked but before he could the thick cloud of purple bubble like substance had faded.

Now it had dissipated, Adrien stood stock still, no longer looking like the Adrien Marinette had grown to love but now Mannequin, his eyes watery with what looked like tears. They fell over the slivery black eye mask that covered his eyes and what looked like a little pink butterfly that had appeared on his right check, yet again looking as though it was lit from inside him, pulsing with neon light. His hair was messier then before to, falling at uneven angles across his blank face. It was only blank for a moment before he blinked, seeing his friends terrified faces, looking now at the villains costume he had been forced into, resentment bubbling at the knowledge that once again he was wearing what someone else wanted him to wear, doing what someone else wanted him to do, being what someone else wanted him to be. He looked back up at his friends once more, confusion, fear and anger all fighting for control inside him. When Marinette gazed into his eyes she could tell those emotions where they only think seeking control over him right now.

Even now Adrien didn't quite think this was real. Surly it was a dream, no nightmare, of some kind. There was no way he was standing in front of his best friends contemplating hurting them. It wasn't possible that he was now under the control of the very person he fought against daily. This was wrong, it was so so wrong! He felt panic rise again and was desperate to voice it, but when he opened his mouth the words that came out where not his own.

"I am Mannequin. Bow to me!"

His arm rose and he felt the reality of the situation crash upon him. He was pointing at them now, a tingle of power rushing through his body into his arm, he hated the fact that it reminded him of cataclysm. They were staring at him wide eyes, and they were scared, so very scared, and he was trying so hard to stop this power, whatever it was but once again Adrien had no control. Over this power, over his own body, over anything! He wanted to scream at them to run but all he could do was watch, a passive passenger within his own form.

A light emitted from his hand and flew towards them. This was it, the moment sweet, kind, gentle, Adrien Agreste hurt his best and only friends. In the end it seemed luck was on his side. Marinette, in a moment of bold courage, took hold of Alya and Nino, dragging them out of the way. The streak of flashing light missed them as they dove to the ground, hitting instead a poor couple that had been evidently having a picnic nearby, too caught up with one another to notice the commotion.

The two stood, rigidly walking towards him. Despite their heads being bowed he could see light glowing from their eyes, the colors of which matched his now glowing shirt was dismayed to see he recognized them, despite not being able to see their faces, the clashing Pink's and Black's of their cloths a dead giveaway to who they where. Mari and the others were already up and running out of the park, fear filled faces glancing back at him. The young couple stood beside him, awaiting orders. He wanted to tell them to leave but once more his body was used against him.

"Go and bring me more subjects." His mouth spoke and the two women rushed off to complete the order.

Stop this! Adrien screamed inside his mind.

"Now, now boy, if you had simply done as I asked we would not be in this position. But your refusal to accept my gift left me with no other choice."

Gift! This isn't a gift. Now let me go!

"No. You will bring me Ladybug and Chat Noirs Miraculous. I am the one in control now Mannequin."

Don't call me that, I'm not one of your puppets.

"No, you're not, which interests me. No one had ever resisted me in such a way before so how did you? What makes you different?"

Adrien had been wondering that himself. But now was not the right time to try and figure it out, not while Hawkmoth could apparently read his mind, so he was careful to keep thoughts as far away from being one of the Parisian heroes as he could.

He could feel an anger that was not his own bubble in his mind and knew Hawkmoth was maddened by his silence. However, before the villain could demand an explanation, or somehow force one out of him the young couple from before returned with two new captives struggling fearfully in the laddies arms. The anger melted into satisfaction and Adrien wanted nothing more than to look away as his hand was raised once more.

He hoped Ladybug came soon.

A/N: As always please tel me what you thought! I love reading reviews! Theres a couple a little fun things i've put in this chapter which will be fun to see if anyone picks up one! Such as the familiarity of Adrien's Akuma costume or the first two people who got hit by Mannequin neon beam.