Sabine stared at the wall, her heart slowing. Her husband wasn't a bad person, but he was hotheaded. But their daughter meant the world to them. That was common ground. The woman opened the door with her fingerprint, and stared at the room. In front of her sat Thomas, the man she'd fallen for. Who she still loved.
"Sabine." He groaned.
"Tom, you know Marinette..."
"She was beaten in front of me and I couldn't do anything." He replied mournfully. She took his hands in her own; massaged them.
"Chat?" She asked softly.
"Chat... I honestly don't think he knew. Some girl in a black suit with red spots was the one with her." Thomas replied, eyes anywhere but her own. He sighed. "I told you to run for your own safety." He whispered. "Why?"
"Because I needed to watch her. She's my daughter!" She answered softly.
"And she's going to die because of it. Hawk Moth-"
"Is ruthless." Sabine finished. "But he'll never kill my Mari."
Flashback
"Officer Cheng, congratulations on becoming an undercover agent." Roger held her hand, shook it once.
"What's my first mission?" She asked, nervously anticipating it. Besides her was her partner, Thomas Doupain.
"To infiltrate The Opposition Headquarters. Once that's done, Thomas will allow himself to be given up." Roger answered. "Then we can put this case to rest and catch these sons of bitches. It'll take time but it'll be worth it."
Now
Marinette sat up, holding ice to her eye. She couldn't swallow, but hey, what was a little hurt?
She could be dead.
Chat watched her from the distance, talking - or rather, shouting, at Antibug.
"You bitch! You hit her. You hit her when Hawk Moth gave you express orders not to!" He yelled.
"It's not my fault she's annoying." She replied, stalking off. Nothing, not one part of her, felt guilty for what she'd done. Which was quite sly.
During the interrogation, she'd injected Marinette with the poison. The girl was at too far gone a point to notice.
At any rate, she'd be dead soon.
Antibug's smirk grew.
"The box." Marinette answered as Chat asked what she wanted. "I want the box."
"The box?" He echoed.
"You gave me a shoebox. I want it." She repeated. He nodded.
"I'll get it. Then I'll be straight back." He promised with a light kiss on the forehead. She coughed when he'd left, leaning over to pick up a cardboard bowl. She squinted. That was weird.
She'd coughed up blood.
Marinette settled down, deciding that it was fatigue. When Chat got back, she'd rest. Until then, she pressed her hand to her stomach, hoping to relinquish some of the knotting in it. It didn't work.
Chat had taken an hour to get it. But when she was given it, she opened it slowly. Her mouth opened in an "O" if shock as she opened the lid.
(A/N: I'm sorry. I am evil for what I'm going to do.
Question: What do you think is gonna happen to Mari?)
