Hmm.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

The rain poured like bullets, soaking the street in a curtain of grey. Reflected in the streets was nothing but the hidden bleakness the world tried to hide behind the brightness of lights.

Hmmm, mmm.

A car rushed through the puddles in the night, sending the water splashing on either side. Truly a magnificent sight.

In the darkness stood a figure, watching as the water rippled like a tide. He tossed his staff up in the air with a spin. Then he caught it easily in his hand, spinning it around his fingers with ease as he crossed the street.

Another car drove past, and illuminated his figure. A white suit that was almost blinding as the car headlights past him. The driver beeped his horn, yelling profanities through his windows.

Chat Blanc smiled. He bared his set of sharpened teeth like they were a prize on display. His eyes snapped to the outline of the car.

It was like the world was moving in slow motion. He gripped his staff in his hand, extending out his hand. Easily enough, with the press of his thumb against the cold metal, it extended out.

The car wheels screeched against the road in an almost ear piercing scream. Then the car alarm rang. Over and over. Chat put a hand to his ear, wincing as he listened.

He took a step back when he noticed a light flicker on in one of the residence, molding into the darkness. Chat spun his staff again as he secured it to his back.

Paris streets were easy to navigate with the hindsight of a bird. He drummed his fingers against the damp bricks, humming a tune as he kept vigilant watch around him.

And then he felt it. Chat Black snapped his head up, his canine's showing once more as he felt the familiar rush of adrenaline seep into him, stirring up his darkened heart. Every hair on his body was standing up, his instincts going wild as he took another wiff of the scent he got. He rushed forward, jumping and maneuvering easily through his obstacles until he reached the end of the alley.

A small amount of light seeped through the entranceway, but Chat Blanc paid no mind. He he rushed forward onto the sidewalk, sliding to a halt with his heels.

But the sight before him was not what he was expecting. Chat stood up tall, brushing his hands at his hips. He frowned, watching the bag of apples roll around on the ground.

Then he looked back up to Marinette's eyes. The shimmer of disbelief, of pain. He wanted to laugh! But he was filled with so much rage. This time he was sure..

Chat Blanc took a step forward, and reached out his hand. His eyes went thin like slits. "You're not Ladybug," he seethed.