I'm so Freakin in LOVE with Manifest! EEEKKK!
Sorry this took so long. Enjoy it!
After everything that had happened, Marinette assumed her parents wouldn't let her go out as much as she use too.
But two days after her return, Marinette was allowed out for a few hours to visit her garden of inspiration.
It had been almost two and a half days after their miraculous return from the field trip, to the world that was three years older.
Every news channel was bombing with the news of what the public had gladly called, the Miraculous Bus, because of their miraculous return.
Marinette knew she shouldn't have gone out but she also knew she couldn't stay lock in her room forever.
Besides, designing always calmed her, which is why she decided to revisit the garden. The only thing in Paris that hadn't change.
Right now, the girl was putting the finishing touches on a feather hat.
"Marinette!"
The girl almost dropped her pencil.
No, not again.
Marinette turned around and saw that no one was even looking at her.
Just like at the school.
The girl shook her head and closed her book. She was just tired, that's all. She should just go home.
"Marinette!"
This time, the girl actually spun around but no one was looking at her.
"Who's saying that?" she said aloud
"WATCH OUT!"
With a jump and a small scream, Marinette saw that she had stopped on the bikers lane and a biker was rushing straight towards her!
And it became obvious that he wouldn't be able to stop in time.
Almost dropping her book, Marinette closed in on herself to prepare for impact.
But after five seconds, there was nothing, no impact.
Marinette slowly untangled herself to see that the biker had miraculously came to a stop just inches un front of her.
"Whoa!" the biker breathed out, "Some luck you have, that could have been bad,"
Marinette didn't respond or even said goodbye as she run out of the gardens towards home.
Something was happening to her but what?
Adrien was in his bathroom staring at his reflection with gloom. His hair was a mess and the skin around his eyes was red.
When he had first arrived home, he cried for nearly an hour. The other days, he gripped his golden locks so hard that it almost tore out of his skull.
Anger and sorrow circled around in his chest that it physically hurt.
His whole life was turned upside down.
He lost almost three years of his life and his mother. In his absence, his father had become secluded and now there was nothing, or really no one, to stop him from being completely overbearing.
The boy was so angry that he wanted to destroy everything in his room and scream on the top of his lungs.
With frustration, Adrien twisted the sink knobs and water poured down the from the drains like a heavy waterfall.
The boy splashed the water onto his face, not caring about how cold it felt. The coldness made him feel something besides grief and numbness.
After a few seconds, Adrien shut off the water with his eyes closed and then began blindly reaching out for a towel.
When his fingers wrapped around the soft cloth, he brough it up to his face to wipe off the water.
"Adrien!"
The boy froze in his actions before slowly lowering the tower from his face.
Adrien turned his head towards the open bathroom door but saw no one.
"Hello?"
No one answered him.
Adrien shook his head, he needed to get some sleep.
To try and forget about the voice, Adrien grabbed a hairbrush and brushed down his gold locks.
After a few seconds, a burning sensation came from the boys right forearm. It was nothung at first but then the sensation continued to grow.
With a hiss, Adrien slammed the hairbrush onto the counter to grab his burning arm.
"Find her, Adrien!"
The shock of the voice almost knocked the boy to his knees but the boy managed to catch himself before he collapsed.
With heavy breaths, Adrien looked at himself in the mirror. He saw his frightened expression and then realized what was happening.
"I'm losing it," he concluded and then left the bathroom.
But he was unaware of how the brush he left on the counter was now a pile of dust.
On the subway, Marinette knuckles were turning white from the tight grip she had on her book.
The girls mind was buzzing with questions.
Where had that voice come from? How did that biker not run her over? Were any of these events connected to the bus or the storm?
"In other news, the search for Manon Chamock continues onto day two-"
Marinette's head snapped up at the name, that familiar name.
A gasp came from the girl as she instantly recognized the missing poster on the TV screen.
Before the incident, Marinette use to babysit Manon but the girl was three-years old. The one on screen was at least five.
"No witnesses had seen the girl leaving the subway or..."
"Isn't that the girl from the miraculous bus?"
"It is!"
Marinette turned away from the news and saw a large number of people were staring at her and aiming their phones at her.
"A survivor from the Miraculous Bus!"
"Isn't she the daughter of those two bakers?"
Panic filled Marinette's mind, she couldn't handle this right now. Not with all that's been going on.
She needed to get out of here!
To her luck, the train pulled to a stop. With no hesitation, Marinette leaped up and ran out of the train.
Also luckily, the doors closed before anyone could follow her out.
Marinette tore up the stairs towards the surface and didn't stop running until she collapsed onto a bench.
"Find her, Marinette!"
Marinette gripped her head as if she had a killer headache.
"What is happening to me?"
As Adrien was sitting on his couch, his leg was bouncing with anticipation.
The pain in his arm hadn't stopped.
Something was happening to him, that was all Adrien knew. Something was wrong with him, maybe he should tell his father?
Adrien shook his head at the thought, if he told his father that he was hearing a voice, he'd never be able to leave this house again.
The boy tried to distract himself by watching TV but too many questions were burning in his mind.
The voices onscreen became just noises in the background.
"In other news, the search for Manon Chamack continues as no leads has been found..."
"Find her, Adrien!"
The burning seemed to get stronger as the voice spoke.
The young girl disappeared in a subway but on witnesses saw her leave but-"
"Get out of my head," the boy whispered as he turned away from the news and towards his burning arm.
To his horror, he saw that the veins on his right arm were black!
The color had reached his wrist but stopped once the owner of the arm noticed the change.
"What is happening to me?" the boy whimpered as the color slowly faded away to his normal complexion.
Oooo, what is happening to them?
Wait, why am I asking you? I wrote this!
