The ending I imagined,
The crowd shoved at each other. As every person, tried to get a better look at the happenings inside the building. The officers' yells and shoves of their own, did little to hold them back from their flimsy yellow police line.
A familiar officer, with red hair, had climbed on the top of a police car. He spoke through a megaphone and waved his free arm directionally. Very few in the crowd paid him any mind.
was not this.
Through the sounds of sirens in the distance, a well-known news reporter pushed confidently into the crowd, followed by her camera man and her trusty intern. She flashed her badge at the police, and they let her behind the line, but only at the edge. Within a minute they had everything set up and ready to go, and Nadja prepared to go live. They counted her down.
"Don't be bemused, it's just the news, with Nadja Chamack." She gave her signature grin, but the white knuckles gripping the microphone spoke something else.
What happened?
A fire crew, and two ambulances pulled up at the front gates. The police reinforcements arrived as well, with sturdier barriers. They immediately got to work.
Nadja kept speaking, as paramedics and officers ran past her.
"We are out here in front of the Agreste Mansion, where the owner, famous fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, has been revealed to have been the nefarious Hawkmoth all along."
Where did it go wrong?
"Four long years, the citizens of Paris have suffered under his torment. Not a day would go by, when another soul fell prey to his evil schemes. And thanks to Parisian Heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir, His evil hold on us is no more." Nadja pointed back to the mansion. "Now, I, along with all these people around me are waiting to see him walk out in cuffs. Powerless."
The doors opened, and movement could be seen from inside, the crowd silenced and paused, as they finally walked out.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"Here they come," Nadja whispered into her microphone.
The whole world paused to see, as the three paramedics walked out someone in a stretcher. They remained silent as they transported them down the step and into the ambulance. They drove off, in silence.
Nadja looked at the camera, and slowly back. Towards the mansion.
The crowd remained in silence, processing what they had just seen.
The person had been covered by a white cloth.
Not like this.
Nadja turned back at the camera, taking only a second to compose herself.
"It seems," she cleared her throat, "It seems there has been a fatality of some sort. We are–we are unaware of who that person was…"
She looked back at the mansion, just as Chat Noir was walking out. A grim line on his face, and no Ladybug by his side.
"Here comes one of our heroes, maybe he can explain!" She exclaimed, running towards him, and motioning the cameraman to follow.
Not like this.
Next Update: 06/05/21
– Psalms 37:4 –