Alya stormed up Marinette's stairs to the little trap door that leads into her room. She took a deep breath and swung the trapped door open. "MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG YOU WILL PAY FOR SCARING ME LIK-". Alya was cut off by the eerie silence of the room. Alya stepped inside and whispered "Mari? Where are you? Don't play games with me girl." No answer. Alya tried to call Marinettes phone again. After a couple of seconds, Alya heard the faint sound of a ringtone. She peeked over at Marinettes chaise, only to see the bluenette's cell phone vibrating across the lounge. "Mari...where are you?"
Chat Noir's P.O.V:I didn't know what to do. Here I was, standing in the middle of a dark room with the love of my life, who also happens to be the girl who sits behind me in class, limp on my chest, a bleeding aching stab wound on my abdoman, and blood of a victim on my hands. After about 15 minuets my shock wore off and I was left without any clue of where to go or what to do. I sucked in a deep breath and allowed my mind to clear. We need to clean up these wounds, I thought to myself. I lifted Mari into my arms, bridal style, and, more shuffled than walked, towards the giant metal door, keeping us from see the bright light of day. The door opened up to a long, dark corridor, the kind you would see in a horror film, the ones that no one would dare go down. I trudged down the corridor, occasionally tripping on my own feet. My vision was becoming blurred with every step, two feet seemed to be four, and one hall seemed to be three different halls. When I finally made it to the end of the seemingly never ending hall, I looked up to see a plethera of steps. My vision threatend to leave me right then and there. I shook my head and reminded myself that I need to go back to church for the words I was thinking at this moment. After what seemed to be hours of dragging and stumbling up the stairs, I walked through the doors of the warehouse, into an alleyway where I set Marinette down behind a dumpster and sat in front of her. I fought for my consciousness but eventually lost and everything went black.
Marinette:It was dark for a little until my eyes fluttered open. The pain from the wound on my leg struck me like lightning. I hissed as I moved my leg to get my self to sit up. Turning my head from side to side, I got a good look at my surroundings. We were in an alley way right near a warehouse. Thats where we were before. I thought to myself. We... The word repeated in my head before I remembered. CHAT. I jerked my head to where the black cat was slumped over, seemingly unconscious. I scooted myself over to him and cupped his cheek. Then I moved my two fingers down to his neck to check his pulse, it was light but there. I felt the familiar stinging of tears return to my eyes. "...Chat" I weeped softly. I curled myself in his chest and felt the beating of is slow heart. "Please wake up." I allowed more tears to escape my eyes. Suddenly a black leather hand reached my face and cupped my cheek. Using his thumb the hand wiped my tears away. My eyes flung open and I snapped my head up to look at him. "Its ok princess...don't cry." Chat noir looked down at me and gave me a small, sad smile. "We should get somewhere to clean up" I said while trying to find my way out of his big, green, mesmerizing eyes. "Got anywhere in mind?" He asked. I finally broke away from his eyes and scooted my way to the end of the alley to see where we are. I could make out my house not to far from here. "Yeah, my house isn't that far from here." I mumbled. "Well", Chat grunted as he stood, "let's get going". He lifted my bridal style into his arms and began walking towards my house. Normally I would have objected to him carrying me in his condition, however, I knew good and well that there was no way I would be able to walk there. Before we knew it we were at my house and I could here the shuffling going on up stairs. All i could think was, There is someone in my house.