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Sabrina's P.O.V

I am scared.

Terrified.

Everything was pitch black. Walls felt as if they were closing in on me from every direction, making it hard to breathe.

Suffocating.

I tried to close my eyes and think of something else to get my mind off of the situation that I was in. Yet, nothing was working. All's that was on my mind was suffocating and darkness.

"Was this really how it feels to be buried alive?" I thought, "It's completely horrifying."

Yet, I should be lucky though. Some people were probably like this for hours already. I couldn't imagine how the first person that was hit feels unless…they ran out of oxygen already. It was quite possible which made me even more frightened by the minute.

The shock of the whole situation finally settled onto me. Tears streamed down my face as the first sob left my mouth. My hands hit the top of the coffin over and over as if it would do something, anything, to help get out of here.

It was hopeless though. There was no way out until Chat Noir somehow purifies the akuma and fixes everything. As if two cut cords were placed together within my brain, a thought came through.

How was Chat Noir going to purify the akuma if I have the Ladybug miraculous?

A beep derailed my train of thought. A flash of red filled the box for a split moment. I returned back into my normal clothes and felt something small laying on my stomach. The thing let out a tired sigh before I went ridged. What was that?!

"Sabrina? What's going on?" the thing spoke. Sudden realization hit like a ton of bricks and my body relaxed knowing that familiar sweet, small voice.

"Tikki," I said, relieved that I wasn't alone then explained, "W-We're trapped."

"Oh, how are you doing with it?" the Kwami asked, concerned.

"N-Not so g-good, but I'm glad you're h-here," I admitted.

"It's alright," Tikki assured, "I'm sure Chat Noir will get us out of her."

I wasn't sure who she is trying to convince at the moment. Was it me or herself?

"Right," I replied, trying not to throw up.

"Do you have anything to eat by any chance?" Tikki asked, stomach growling. I dug into my pocket and sheepishly pulled out the first thing in my pocket.

"I got mints? Will that do?" I questioned.

"Yeah, thank you," Tikki said as I tried to unwrap the wrapping and navigate the swirled candy in the dark. I felt little arms take ahold of the mint and let go. So, I continued to lay in the dark, hoping this nightmare would end as soon as possible.

Chat Noir's P.O.V

Cercueil stood frozen, skin seeming paler if possible and wide eyed. She just stared down at the picture with terror in her soulless eyes and nails digging into the palm of her hand. Her foot was still pressed down on my chest, making it more difficult to breathe.

My mind felt dizzy, about to pass out at any moment and tears fell down my cheeks from the pain.

Suddenly, the akumatized Marinette knelt down and gently took the picture out of my weak grasp.

"Mama," she rasped, hugging the picture close and screwing her eyes shut. Hawkmoth's communication mask appeared around Cercueil's eyes, yet it didn't seem like she was listening. She was distracted.

Taking this moment of distraction, I knocked the villain onto her back. I quickly pounced on her, wincing and clenching my teeth in agony. Quickly, I bunched up her dress enough to find the red ribbon tied up on her lower thigh. Before I was able to untie it off, Cercueil maneuvered her feet and shoved me off of her.

I was thrown a few yards away.

"Nice try, Kitty," she hissed, beginning to stand up, "but you aren't going to get it that—AH!"

The villain yelped, falling back down in a sitting position. She bunched up her dress enough to reveal three long scratch marks on her lower thigh and stopping a little below the knee. Black blood oozed from the wound, dripping down her leg and onto the road.

I victoriously smirked, feeling the ribbon clasped in my hand.

"NO!" she shrieked, about to shoot a beam at me. I quickly ripped the ribbon in half, setting the evil free from the object.

"Cataclysm!" I shouted, activating my power and destroying the butterfly before it escaped. I sighed in relief when seeing the purple clouds change the villain back into Marinette. That was the last thing I remember before passing out into a dark, endless void of unconsciousness.

Marinette's P.O.V

I groaned and held my head as a headache took over, pounding on my skull. I couldn't describe how I felt at that moment. There was a mixture of many different emotions: relief, hurt, regret, and lighter. It was weird to say the least.

I looked around, confused on what was going on and why I was sitting in the middle of the road. My family picture that was in my room lay next to me, the glass part almost shattered.

"How did I get here?" I thought, questionably. Last I checked, I was in the locker room and talking to someone. Something caught the corner of my eye and shifted my gaze to focus on that. Suddenly, the questions and weird feelings were washed away in an instant.

There, a few yards away, laid a black clump with blonde locks laying very still.

A cold feeling enveloped my body, making it tremble in fear and anxiety. After one thought crossed my mind, my body began to move for me. I quickly stood up, stumbling to my feet when a ghostly throbbing of pain burned my thigh. I began to walk over until turning into a sprint, heart racing in terror.

"Chat!" I yelled, worry twisting knots within my stomach.

I fell onto my knees, ignoring the pain it brought and scanned Chat's body. My hands hovered over him, scared if I touched him that he would shatter right before my eyes. With what I could see, there were bruises, cuts, and gashes on his skin. I felt vomit crawl up my throat when seeing lots of darker spots staining his suit.

I clasped a hand over my mouth as the reality settled in on me. Yet, I didn't want to believe it. He couldn't be…there was just no way…

I unclasped my hand from my mouth and desperately spoke.

"Kitty…" I whimpered, voice cracking. No response, only the sound of the irritating wind blowing. I finally gathered the cat within my arms and shook him a bit but nothing happened.

"Chaton…mon minou. Please, open your eyes…please," I shakily begged, throat tightening as tears threatened to fall. With a trembling hand, I placed two fingers on his neck and waited for any sign of life. I almost shattered when there was no pulse until a slow beat came through.

With a shaky sigh of relief, I held my partner close and buried my face within his sunshine-like mane of messy hair. He was still alive. How much longer though? His heartbeat was scarily too slow for my liking but was still holding on.

I still have a chance to save him.

"D-Don't worry, Kitty. E-Everything will be al-alright," I promised, not sure if I was trying to convince my unconscious partner or myself. I caught something red momentarily behind Chat Noir. My gaze landed on a picture frame decorated in ladybug print.

Without thinking, I set Chat Noir down gently and picked up the frame. I quickly threw it in the air and called out, "Miraculous Ladybug!"

Swarms of magical ladybugs flew across Paris, fixing all the damages. I small swarm enveloped Chat Noir swiftly before leaving just as fast as they came. My focus was once again on my partner, who still wasn't moving.

"Kitty," I said, urgently and taking him within my arms again, "You can wake up now. Everything is okay and fixed now. The magical ladybugs healed you…"

I started growing worried as Chat continued to lay unstill in my arms. My lower lip began to quiver as I continued, begging, "…so, y-you can wake up now. Please, don't l-leave me too! I-I can't lose another person I…I…"

A tear fell onto Chat's face as I began to silently cry. I held Chat closer, hugging him tightly and waited for something, anything that meant he was okay. I buried my face into his shoulder, sobbing my heart out.

What I wouldn't give to see him smile one more time.

What I wouldn't do just for him to reach up right now and wrap me in his arms.

Heck, I would do anything in my power just to hear another one of his stupid puns!

I just want my Kitty back.

I never even had a chance to tell him the truth about how I felt about him and now…he will never know. My hand came up to his hair and petted it, wanting to hear a purr. Only more silence.

"Chat…" I cried, raspy, "W-Wake up…p…please." I sucked in a breath and jumped in fright when a hand rested on my shoulder.

"Marinette…"

Sabrina's P.O.V

I was close to passing out when something washed over me. I instantly felt better and light became known as I stood on the street I was once buried alive under. I smiled and took in the sweet air joyfully.

"Tikki, we did it…well, Chat Noir did it, but I was able to help a little bit! I can't believe I actually did all that! I-" I immediately stopped talking when seeing Tikki's far off look. She seemed really devastated about something.

"What?" I asked, shifting to look behind me. The small Kwami zipped into my hair as people were coming out of their homes and the news van drove up. The crew all came out and was about to do an exclusive. The crowd of people did not dare to get close to Marinette, who held a limp Chat Noir in her arms.

Yet, I ignored it and everyone as I walked over to Marinette. She didn't notice me come up from behind her as I laid my hand on her shoulder. The bluenette jumped in fright, seeming to hold onto Chat tighter.

"Marinette…" I spoke softly, trying to get her attention. Marinette slowly looked over her shoulder at me. I felt my soul being crushed when looking into her red, puffy eyes and seeing red tracks staining her cheeks. I heard her sniff a few times as I was left speechless, unknowing of what to say.

What was I supposed to tell her?

It's going to be okay? Everything will be alright?

I even felt my own eyes burn from accidently glancing at Chat Noir's pale face so still and lifeless. From what I could tell, it felt so wrong seeing that kind of face on him whether in his civilian form or hero form.

I heard a beep coming from Chat's ring and looked down at it.

He had only two paw prints left. Even if he was…unmoving, I couldn't let Adrien's identity be released.

"We got to go," I told her, shakily and rubbed my eyes. Marinette stared at me for a moment from shaking her head no.

"No, I'm not leaving him," she declared, returning her face back into his shoulder. My heart broke at the sight as my classmate went back to mourning over the loss of the fallen hero again. I gulped down the lump in my throat before hugging her from behind.

I screwed my eyes shut as I whispered under my breath, "Tikki, spots on."

Everyone gasped in shock as the suit appeared over me. Marinette seemed to gaze at me dumbfounded but clutched onto Chat tighter. I latched onto Marinette and Chat noir before zipping away on the yoyo.

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