Adrien fiddled with mini Marinette. Plagg had said to him before that three hours was all Fu needed…but he struggled to understand how the kwami could be so sure. It was almost reaching the three hour mark and he was becoming increasingly anxious.
He had seen the state Marinette was in. She had looked like a large mass of bloodied, sliced and chopped meat.
The only place that remained mostly unharmed was her face,but even that was tainted by a deep slice across the side of it.
Adrien ran a hand through his hair for what felt like the billionth felt time.
He felt like he was caught in a never ending anxiety attack,and he was so very frightened.
"Adrien…Time to get up."
Adrien nodded and stood up.
Fu opened the door and smiled at Adrien,Adrien smiled awkwardly.
He looked down and saw Marinette in Fu's arms,sleeping soundly,in her beautiful dress, unharmed, unscathed, perfectly untouched.
He gaped and looked back up Fu in absolute shock.
"She's… But she was…but…How did you..?"Adrien struggled to speak. His mind was now completely blank.
Marinette had not a single scratch on her.
"You should take her. I'm afraid I'm about to collapse."Fu said with a weak looking smile.
Adrien closed his mouth and wasted no time in taking his princess into his arms.
Fu fell to his knees.
"Sir-"Adrien started in alarm,and concern for the man who had done something incredibly miraculous and saved his friend.
"I'm okay son, just extremely tired. When she wakes up I need you to give her this."Fu says, lifting up a glowing, green pebble.
Adrien squints at it.
"She needs to swallow it." Fu explains and Adrien's eyes almost pop out. The pebble was small, but it looked suspicious. How could it not?It had yellow smoke coming out of it which only served to emphasize the green glowing of the stone.
"Just trust me, she just has to. Make sure she gets plenty of rest this week. She can move around as she normally does, but she needs a minimum of twelve hours of sleep a day."
"T-twelve hours?That's an awful lot…"Adrien says, embarrassed at how bewildered and shocked he is in front of this man.
"Every time she lies down to sleep, make sure she eats one of these, it will ensure she's asleep for a full 12 hours." He hands Adrien a box of pink biscuits.
"She needs to drink 16 glasses of water a day." Fu continues.
"S-sixteen? Isn't the recommended amount 8-13 glasses?" Adrien asks and Fu just chuckles.
"Also, if she starts experiencing migraines, give her one of these, and give her one whenever she has a migraine."
Fu hands him the stone and a bag of matte-black cubes of… something.
Adrien just nods.
"That's it." Fu says.
Adrien frowns.
"I really don't know how you did it, but thank you…"
"You're welcome Adrien. Nice pet you have there." He remarks. Adrien glances at his floating kwami.
"It's a,urm, new breed of cat,bird,urm,thing?" Adrien fumbles out.
Fu just smiles.
"Take care of your friend here. It was really hard to get her away from the clutches of death."
Adrien nods.
"But let's say I had a little help." he winks at Plagg who snickers and eyes the side of the man's trousers where a small bump can be seen in the pocket.
Adrien eyes it too.
"Good night son."Fu says, bowing his head and closing the door.
Adrien looks at Plagg.
"Who was that guy?"He asks.
Plagg shrugs. "He took care of me before I came to you."
Adriens eyes widen.
"He was the wielder of the Black Cat miraculous?"
Plagg bursts into laughter.
"Old man Fu?Nooooo!Or should I say Nooroo!"Plagg croons.
"Shut up Plagg!" Something yells from inside the house.
Adrien steps back with widened eyes.
"Some things are better left unsaid…Anyway kid, time to transform."
Adrien nods. "Plagg, transform me."
Plagg disappeared into the ring.
Chat carried the sleeping girl home. She was breathing evenly and to him, that was literally a breath of fresh air –Pun not intended.
Just remembering how shallow and strained her breathing was earlier, left him with a horrible feeling in his chest.
He still couldn't come to terms with the fact that she had been hurt like that. He hated the fact that she was attacked while he himself was in the building…
Had nobody heard the woman screaming?
Did those men knock her out before they attacked her?
Suddenly he felt a surge of anger.
How dare they do that to her!
Who did they think they were?
Wait…Actually, who were they?
He frowned as he darted across rooftops, landing gently every time so that he didn't wake Marinette up.
Finally, he landed on her balcony and lay her down on the sofa before moving to pick the trapdoor lock.
Once done, he turned, tenderly picked up the woman, and jumped down onto her bed.
He glanced around the room making sure that there was no weirdo in the room, once he was certain that it was safe, he placed the girl down on her bed.
It was 3 a.m. and he was exhausted. He had a really long, eventful, and emotionally draining day, but he couldn't sleep as yet.
Fu had clearly said that he needed to give Marinette the glowing pebble to swallow as soon as she awoke, so he needed to stay awake until she did.
He yawned and lay down next to her, careful not to invade her personal space.
He stared at her peaceful face.
He wondered vaguely if she would remember anything that had happened. Maybe she could tell him…It would be great if she did because it would be easier to track those three asswipes down.
If she didn't remember, that was okay, he still had a plan.
He was determined to get his revenge on those three, he just needed to get the list of the models in the fashion show, once he identified the faces, he could easily get their locations, and unleash the wrath of his burning fury on those savages.
Chat propped himself up on an elbow and traced the lines of his friends face with his eyes, not daring to look any lower.
She looked so innocent and angelic. It would take someone truly evil to look at a face like that and want to hurt it.
And that's exactly what Chloe was.
An evil, cruel,barbaric thing.
Chat huffed. It was Friday. The plan he had for today was a pawsitively sick one.
It was just as barbaric as Chloe's one,If not more.
It took two to tango.
But he wasn't going to just tango.
Marinette shifted a bit,and settled.
Chat smiled. The relief that he felt knowing that she was okay, and unharmed, well,it was a bit overwhelming.
He sat up, cross-legged and tilted his head,he looked just like a kitten with one ear drooping and his tail flickering about in the air.
Marinette snorted in her sleep and Chat covered his mouth to stop the laugh that escaped his lips.
He couldn't help it.
How could anyone be that adorable?
And worse still, in their sleep!
Chat smiled goofily.
Marinette opened and closed her mouth a few times and rolled over onto her stomach.
Chat watched in amusement, grinning broadly when he noticed the stream of drool coming from her mouth.
She turned her head to the other side, but not even ten seconds later, she turned it back.
Chat glanced at the clock, it was 3:27.
He yawned and glanced at the little bag of black cubes.
He picked it up with a raised brow, and plucked one of the cubes from the bag. It looked almost like a square block of black chalk.
It wasn't too big, it was about the size of a sweet.
He had the strange urge to lick it.
He stood up and turned his back to Marinette's bed.
He glanced at the clock again, he was getting a bit anxious, it was almost half an hour since they got back and he was a bit curious as to when Marinette would open her eyes.
Fu said she was fine, but he could only be one-hundred percent sure once she awoke.
Chat turned back to the bed and crouched next to it as he noticed Marinette flip her head to the side again.
"Hiii."He said to the sleeping woman.
He was met with silence.
"I know you're exhausted princess, but could you please wake up so that I know you're not actually in a coma or something?"
She didn't say anything.
He frowned.
He was getting a bit anxious. Chat pulled a piece of hair out of her mouth and tucked it behind her ear, choosing to keep his gloved palm on her face.
Her nose twitched. He rested his head on the bed and wiped the drool off her face.
Suddenly her eyes flew open.
It was 3:30, time to pee.
Marinette blinked sleepily.
Suddenly she jumped up with a gasp, her eyes darted around.
She looked over her body, touching her tummy, then her face and arms as if searching for something.
"I'm alive!" She shrieked out, jumping up, almost tumbling down the ladder and running to the mirror.
Chat followed, sighing in relief. She was completely fine. He couldn't stop himself from hauling her into a hug.
Marinette blinked, wondering how she was not wounded at all…
Had she been dreaming that she was attacked?
Chat was here… Had he saved her?
He was hugging her very tightly… Seemingly tense…
"Chat?" She asked, rubbing his back.
He just stood there in silence, finally he took a deep breath and held her at arm's length.
Suddenly he exploded.
"What the hell happened!?"He shouted.
"Huh?"Marinette asked in confusion at the angry looking villain.
"Where was your pepperspray?Where were your friends?Why didn't you scream?!"
"Urm…"
"They had you in a bloody sack woman!Literally a bloodied sack!"
"But-"
"Why were you alone, what happened? How did they get you?Did they drug you?"
"Err-"
"Did they rape you?!"
"NO-"
"Well they could have! And then what would have happened?! "
"It's not my fault-"
"I know that!But still!What is wrong with you?! Why did you go to that show!You knew it was during crime time!Regardless of whether or not you were in a building, crime time is crime time!"Chat snarled shaking her.
Marinette scratched her neck sheepishly.
"Well you see…"
"What..?"Chat asked wearily.
"You left a note…"Marinette started, breaking out of his hold and fetching the note he had written the morning before.
"You said you'd be modeling in a fashion show… The only Fashion show in Paris was the Ravensburg one…" She says, going to the center of her room and pulling down a large chart that revealed the faces of 50 models with a little box next to each face.
She crossed off three faces quickly and puts a big asterisk at a brunette.
"Definitely not those three, so you are one of these 47…"She trails off with an embarrassed look.
Chat gapes at her.
"You've got to be kidding me." He says, his eye twitches rapidly.
"What?" Marinette says with a fiery, embarrassed blush on her face.
"You went there so you could figure out who I am?" He asks.
Marinette huffs and crosses her arms.
"Don't look at me like that, you would have done the same." She says looking at him defiantly.
"Oh yeah, of course, I'll go to a show where I know there's a possibility I may die at. Can't you tell? I'm one of those kinky types, I love when guys get rough with me." Chat says dryly.
"Seriously?" Marinette asks.
Chat smacks his forehead.
"You can't be doing things like this!" He hisses.
"Well even if you weren't there I would've gone anyway!"Marinette shoots back.
Chat raises a brow.
"Gabriel Agreste asked me to be there...He's offering me a scholarship, and he may offer me an internship so I HAD to be there."
Chat frowns.
"Gabriel Agreste asked you to be there?"
"Yeah…"
"Why would he do that?"
"I sewed something and he liked it I guess, he took it to Miami with him, and then just this morning he phoned in to tell me that he wants to pay for my studies and that he may give me an internship, then he gave me some backstage passes to the show and said that it would be good for me to go, and that I should try to be there-"
"HA!TRY to be there,not you HAVE to be there! So it wasn't compulsory!" Chat says, pointing at her.
"But everyone knows Gabriel Agreste just expects a person not to let him down!"Marinette says waving her hands to make a point.
Chat opened his mouth to retort but stopped.
She had a very valid point.
He huffed and ran a hand through his hair.
He suddenly gasped.
Trauma.
Most victims felt trauma after being attacked. He had been snapping at her without thinking about her emotional state.
He was suddenly hugging her again.
"Someone's in a cuddly,huggy mood."She says with a light laugh but still hugging him tightly.
"Are you okay?"He asks softly.
"I'm fine, chaton."She says, lightly petting his head.
"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner."
"Don't be, I knew you'd come."
"…How?"
"You always find me, don't you?" She says.
"Do I?" That's the second time someone has said that to him.
"Yeah, you're like this super elite stalker." She says, still petting his head.
Chat smiled into her hair. Well he was very good at stalking her…
"Marinette…"
"Yeah?"
"…Please don't go out after five again, please don't." Chat says quietly.
Marinette frowns slightly and tightens her hold.
It seemed that she had already found her way into the villain's heart.
A hurting villain.
A child.
If he was asking her not to, in such an earnest manner, a manner that completely flung him out of his comfort zone and his range of habits, then maybe she could change her irrational habits too.
She really wasn't going to go to the fashion show, but her friends insisted on going, they really wanted to be there, and she had a plan of her own too.
Nino,Alya, Kim, Rose, Juleka, Alix, and Max were all there, but she had detached herself from the group to look for models who looked like Chat. After the show was over, her friends were taken up to a VIP lounge, and they all began to get drunk,it was their first time and they had no tolerance.
She told them that she was going to go talk to some of the designers, and that they shouldn't look for her.
Then she saw three blonde men, all Chat's height.
She remembered talking to them.
Then she remembered a brunette coming in, looking at her and then the men before storming off, angrily.
After that, she had gone into one of the rooms for some peace and quiet, but then she heard some weird scuffling noises…
Then the next thing she knew, something thin and sharp jabbed her in the neck, it was a needle. She couldn't move after that. She couldn't make a sound.
She could vaguely remember being taken into a cluttered room, and then being attacked.
But one thing she could clearly remember was the manner that they attacked her, purely amateur.
Not Chat at all.
She was impassive at that point, she never screamed, she just let them stab and slash and hack at her body, and suddenly she was being shoved into a small space.
She was certain Chat was in the building.
He was going to come.
That was what she thought before she fell unconscious.
Marinette blinked, shaking off the hazy memory.
"I'll try my best,Chat."
Chat sighed.
"If you want to talk about what happened last night…"he trails off, not knowing what else to say out of fear of triggering something.
"I barely remember anything." She admits.
Chat nods into her hair.
"That's good."
"It is?" She asks in confusion.
"It is, trust me, it is." He says.
Marinette nods into his chest.
"Sooooo… Are you really blonde?"She suddenly asks.
Chat laughs.
"Perhaps."
"Aaaand what colour are your eyes?"
"Classified princess."
"Aww come onnnn!"Marinette whines.
"Nope."
"Pleaseee!"
"Nuh uh."
"Just this once!"
"Nope."Chat says, still smiling.
Marinette huffs,Chat holds her at arm's length.
"I almost forgot, you have to swallow that stone thing and rest for 12 hours!" Chat exclaims, cursing himself for almost forgetting, before grabbing her and jumping up to the loft.
He sets her down and gets the glowing stone.
Marinette eyes it.
"I have to swallow that?"Marinette asks in horror.
Chat nods.
"Is that safe?"
"urmm…I think so… I mean the guy who got rid of all your wounds and stuff told me to give that to you, so I think it is."Chat said thoughtfully.
There was no way that man could've saved Marinette without magic.
"So I just swallow…Can I take it with water or something?" Marinette says, holding the stone to eye level.
"I don't really know princess."Chat says.
Marinette looks at him.
"Alright…Here goes. "Marinette says before popping the tiny jelly-bean sized stone into her mouth and swallowing.
"Mmm, pistachio!" She says after swallowing.
"Well, now it's time to rest for twelve hours."Chat says, eyeing the clock as the minute needle reaches 3:40.
"I still have to pee and shower." She says bluntly.
Chat's face goes red.
"Oh, urm, okay, but you have to be in bed by 3:55…"He says.
"I'll be quick." She says,waving her hand.
She begins walking to the bathroom.
"Okay…"Chat says, scratching his neck.
Marinette closed the door and sat down on the toilet.
She might as well change in here too.
"Chaaaaaat?"She called.
"Princess?" He called from outside the door.
"Could you pass me a pair of pyjamas?"
"Do I look like a slave to you?" He snarls.
"But I'm busy." Marinette says.
"…Fine…But just this once." He grumbles.
Chat walks to her dresser.
He was going soft.
If someone saw him picking sleepwear for a girl he would be mortified.
He opened the first drawer only to find dozens of bras, and lacy underwear.
He squeaked and slammed the draw shut.
"Everything okay there Chat?"
"Fine! Everythings fine!" He said, his voice sounded oddly squeaky.
"Get a hold of yourself Adrien, it's just panties." He says to himself.
He opens the second drawer.
He screams and slams it shut.
"Chat?"
He had just opened her tampon drawer.
There were around fifty or so boxes of them, and little purple packets of…intimate wipes? What the hell was that?...Ohhhh…
For some unexplainable reason there was a little compartment of G-strings in there.
"It's fine princess." He called.
He took a deep breath.
"Stop being a moron. You of all people should know girls use those kinds of stuff." He snaps at himself, thinking about Chloe with a shudder. He brushes the thought away.
He opens the next drawer, just cosmetics.
He looks at her wardrobe, eager to leave the dresser.
He finds a cute, long blue nightdress.
He takes a deep breath, goes to her underwear drawer again and grabs the first thing he sees.
"Urm is this okay?"He calls through the door.
She sticks her hand out.
He places it in her hand.
"It's fine, thanks!"She says.
Chat goes to sit on the chaise, his face still red. He waits patiently for Marinette, his mind immaculately planning every minute detail of his evil plan for today, filling in every loophole.
Cages. He needed cages.
Lemon juice. Or vinegar. No, chili would be great…yes.
He needed to test his Cataclysm on something…big.
There were a couple of other things that he needed to get…
"Done." Marinette said, coming out of the bathroom.
Chat sniffed the air.
She smelled nice.
"Okay so, you need to sleep from 4 a.m to ., once you wake up I need you to drink 16 glasses of water. Not all at once of course, but tomorrow night you need to be asleep from midnight till 12 the next morning. Of course, I can't leave you to remember all of these things so I will be monitoring your sleeping times, patterns, and times that you have to pee, you should be needing to use the lavatory more due to the daily intake of 16 glasses of water." Chat starts, standing up and carrying the stunned woman to her bed.
"I can walk you know…"She says, but Chat doesn't seem to hear her.
"Getting the twelve hours of sleep is crucial. Therefore, you will be eating one of these every time you get ready to sleep." Chat continues, drawing back the covers and placing her underneath. He reaches for the neat, white box and pulls out a biscuit, handing it to her.
She takes it, looking at it.
"It has little ladybugs on it!" She squeals.
Chat raises a brow and opens the container to look at a biscuit; it indeed has intricately drawn Ladybugs on them, made of glaze seemingly.
"That's…Nice?" He says.
Marinette shoves the whole biscuit into her mouth.
Chat just chuckles.
Marinette dusts her mouth.
"Alright princess, if at any time you feel the pain of a migraine, just eat one of these." He says, passing her the bag of little black cubes.
She looks at it oddly.
"I'll most probably be back before then."
Marinette yawns.
"Okay kitty." She says.
"Goodnight, princess." Chat says.
"Nighty night." She says, yawning again.
Whatever was in Fu's biscuit seemed to be making her drowsy.
Chat waited till she was asleep. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Today would be a long, and very eventful day.
He jumped down from the loft and took a look at her chart.
The brunette she put an asterisk at was the man who was opposing the three in the room last night.
The three she had crossed off were:
Dickson Rugged, Curt Lehand, and Vea La Pré.
He cricked his neck and took a picture of each of them.
He wasn't joking when he said he would get them.
Chat jumped back up to the loft, and leaned down to kiss Marinette's forehead before he left.
"Don't worry princess, they won't get away with what they've done, I promise you." He says firmly.
Then, he opens and locks her trapdoor, looks over the city, and disappears into the night.
He darts through the streets and makes his way to the airport.
Quietly, he slinks through the shadows until he finds the director's office.
He hears a man talking on the phone. With a devious grin, Chat enters the room and locks the door.
"Be careful out there. Yeah. Yeah I've heard. Hmm. Yeah…Ye-OOH MY GOSH!'"The man suddenly says when he turns his swivel chair around and comes face to face with a cynically smiling Chat who is crouching on the office table.
His phone falls.
"You're up early." Chat croons.
The man is about to scream but Chat clips his lips together with two claws.
"Hush. I'm not here to cause too much trouble." Chat says. He extends his baton downward and crushes the man phone so that the person on the other end hears nothing.
Then he turns the man's head to the screen on the baton. "These three are not allowed to leave Paris."
The man looks at him with wide eyes.
"And if they do, you're a dead man." Chat hisses.
"If you alert authorities, you can consider your family dead too, Mr…"Chat trails off, squinting at the man's badge.
"…Dr. Camaraderie… Do you understand me?" He asks lowly.
The man nods vigorously.
"Take down their names. Dickson Rugged, Curt Lehand, and Vea La Pré."
The man jots it down on his desk calendar.
He looks back up at Chat with petrified eyes.
"I want them on the no-fly list."
The man nods again, too frightened to speak.
"Make up as many excuses as you need to, but I was never here, and I haven't told you to do anything. Are we clear?"
"Y-yes Mist-mister Noir."
Chat hums, moving back and stepping off the table.
"I'll be taking my leave. Remember what I said Doc." he says.
He leaves the shaking man behind and returns to his mansion.
After entering his room, he Detransforms.
Plagg falls through the air
"Urgh, kid, I'm bushed."He groans into Adrien's palms.
"I know Plagg, I just need to push you for one more day and then I promise you can have a long 12 hour rest after that." Adrien promises.
Plagg sighs.
"Remember kid, no killing. Don't try me." He warns.
"I know Plagg. I have it covered. But first…"Adrien trails off.
He walks to his table, picking up his phone and setting an alarm for 10 a.m. before going to his bed. Once he is absolutely certain that the sheets have been changed after that thing had been there, he lay down.
"I'm just gonna take a catnap." He says, nuzzling his Marinette doll and pan that had been tucked in his belt when he was Chat.
Heaven only knows what the doctor must have thought.
Plagg begins to chew his way through dozens of camembert wheels.
He was probably really going to need it.
….
Adrien's alarm sounded.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaawwwwww…"He groaned as he began to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
Suddenly his eyes widened, and an evil smirk slipped onto his face.
Those shits would be paying today.
He jumped up and got into the shower. The bathroom TV automatically came on.
"-was actually carrying the person. Police say however, that whoever this girl was must certainly be dead. Here's what one of the officers on the scene have said: 'Yeah, she looked pretty much dead. Scariest thing was that it couldn't have been Chat Noir who killed her. I'm not the only one who saw it. Chat Noir was practically bawling his eyes out trying to get the girl to the hospital, that's why most of us stopped shooting, we noticed he was holding the victim , the woman had multiple stab wounds, Chat Noir scratches women, he doesn't stab or brutally attack them too much, it's one of his personal rules I guess, it's the men that he gets, from what we saw,it looked like he was being framed. As much as I hate to say it, seems like Chat Noir wasn't the real baddie this time.'"
Adrien took off his blood-stained shirt and folded it, quietly listening to the man. He felt a horrible pang in his chest at the thought of a lifeless Marinette.
"And this is what another officer had to say, 'Whoever she was, well, she must have been close to Chat Noir for him to actually try and run through a barricade of if that's true, and if someone actually killed that woman, I have a strong feeling that he's going to be a hundred-no-a thousand times worse than he already is… Think about it, there's nothing villains do better than revenge.'"
"Damn straight." Adrien says lowly as he steps into the shower.
"What's more surprising is that no blood at all was found on the scene yet the clothing of the victim seen in photos are too stained in blood to be recognizable, and her face was completely hidden by Chat Noir."
Adrien tunes out and wonders where he should stop first…Maybe the cages…Yes, he needed some indestructible cages.
…
It's a dull, rainy morning.
In fact, the rain doesn't seem to be stopping.
Perfect. He looks out the window.
He grabs three wheels of Camembert. "Plagg,Transform me."He says. "Why do I always get invooolllved!"He shrieks as he gets sucked into the ring.
Chat jumps out the window. He slinks through the alleys, not wanting to alert anyone that he was out before Crime Time. He needs to get to the Metal Warehouse. Stealthily, he makes his way there in no time at all, and smirks. He slips in and locks the door. The metal warehouse was closed for the day, it was devoid of customers.
And so nobody notices him, except a baby sitting on the counter at the front desk, playing with a deathly-expensive looking doll. It made sense, seeing as the warehouse was quite famous and successful in Paris.
"Why, hello there kitten." He says, picking the baby up.
Suddenly, the owner who had left the front desk for just a minute returns to see Chat holding his daughter.
"Not the best idea to leave a pretty little one like this all alone, don't you think?"Chat says, twirling one of the baby's pigtails.
The child seems unfazed and he father stands frozen in utmost horror.
"I mean, Paris is full of disgusting, sick, twisted people."Chat says, tilting his head.
The man reaches for the Panic button. "Ah ah ah. I wouldn't do that if I were you."Chat says, putting a claw against the baby's neck.
The baby still doesn't understand. Chat actually placed the blunt side of his claw against her neck so that she wouldn't get hurt, but the girl's father bought the illusion.
"Now, you can have your daughter back, I puurrromise. After you deliver something for me."
"Anything!"The man says. Two men who were placing something on shelves stared on in terror. None of them risked calling the police on Chat.
They all knew who would be stronger. He would always be stronger.
"I just want three,large,inescapable titanium cages delivered to the suite of Chloe Bourgeois,not too hard for you,yes?"
"Yes sir."The man says. "Will they just let me take it up to her room?"He asks.
"Leave it outside her door...They're used to seeing deliveries for her."
The man nods vigorously. "I want to see the cages."Chat says, bouncing the baby a bit. The man shrieks.
"Yes, yes, please don't hurt her."He says turning to go to the cage isle, eyeing Chat's deadly sharp claws with panicked eyes. Chat doesn't respond but follows. The baby gurgles and pokes a finger inside his nose. Chat takes a quick glance around, when he's sure his face isn't seen, he makes a funny face with crossed eyes, and wiggles his nose, causing the baby to laugh in delight and clap her hands. The man dares to glance back , and Chat's face is impassive once more.
"Here it is sir." The man says, gesturing to the indestructible looking cages. "So these wont break, even if lets say, a hundred or so bricks fall on it?"Chat asks.
"No, it's impossible. Also no bricks or bits could even get it, the spaces are much too narrow…"The father says.
"Excellent." Chat says.
He begins to leave the warehouse.
"Have it there by 4:15."
He places the baby on the counter. "Otherwise, I may have to be a bit violent." Chat says with a cynical smile, tapping the baby's nose.
"and Nobody will know about this." He says.
He reaches into his pocket and pulled out a thick stack of cash.
"I don't like free stuff." He says,handing the baby the money.
He unlocks the door and steps out.
…
Capsaicin chili pepper extract. Check.
Sacks. Check.
Assortment of butchery knives. Check.
Cable ties. Check.
Rain so that Crime time starts earlier. Check.
Location of the three asses. Check.
Chat then takes all his items up to Chloe's suite, easily unlocking the empty, lavish place. Of course, Chloe has no security cameras in her room.
He places the items on the bed and unlocks the door leading from the room to the hallway. With a glance around, he pulls the three large cages through Chloe's huge, ornate door, locks it, and drags the cages to the center of the room. Now it was time to get those savages. He pulled out his baton, looking at the screen, his GPS was ready to go.
Chat jumped down onto the wet streets. He had to walk to them if he was going to use the GPS. A loud clap of thunder broke through the air.
It didn't faze him.
Nothing could faze him now.
They were getting what they deserved.
They had hurt her so bad.
They had tortured her.
It didn't matter that she didn't remember. He was certain the only reason she didn't was because that old man did something to tamper with her memories. He remembered.
He remembered all those horrible, swelling, bleeding slices all over her. The multiple stab wounds. So much of blood… She could have died.
She could have become just a memory. Someone so innocent and untainted could have become absolutely nothing, and it was all because of those monsters. Even he had never attacked someone to that point. And that was saying a whole lot.
Marinette was as good as dead on that night.
He wasn't an idiot, when he picked her up he felt the multiple broken ribs. They hadn't just stabbed and sliced.
They had hit her too.
Ohhhhh, he was going to get them. He was at the front door of a large, posh looking house that's a bit far away from the other houses. It looked to be on lockdown. He tsked. They must have known he was coming. How stupid of them to not hide-out somewhere else.
"Cataclysm." He says, the thick metal doors rust and fall down. He steps inside. He quietly makes his way through the house. He comes to a locked door and clucked his tongue.
"Pathetic." He says, kicking the door down with ease, revealing the three men, pointing guns at him. They begin to shoot. Chat grins and spins his baton, diverting every single bullet till they've used up all their Ammo. It's crime time.
The police aren't coming.
The man who wet himself earlier wets himself again. Chat raises a brow.
"How attractive." He remarks, stepping into the room. One of the men begins to hyperventilate. The third is clutching his hair and shivering.
"Now now, don't act as if you didn't know I was coming." Chat says, rolling his eyes.
"Chat Noir…Please d-don't-"The hyperventilating man who Chat recognizes as 'Curt' says.
"Don't? Don't what? Don't hurt you? I'm afraid that's not an option." Chat says, closing the door.
"It was his idea!" Curt points to the man that Chat recognizes as 'Vea'.
"My idea?!It was my idea to burn her! It was Dickson's idea to actually take up that Chloe Bourgeois offer!" Chat's baton recorded the statement.
"It wasn't me! And I just kicked her! Curt was the one who got touchy-feely with her!" Dickson shrieks.
Chat freezes.
No. No. They didn't…
"What did you do?" Chat asks in horror.
His blood ran cold. He was a worthless creature.
It didn't matter if Chloe raped him.
But for someone to do that to…her… Chat's breathing grew heavy. Curt gasps.
"NO NO NO NO! It wasn't like that! I didn't do anything sexual with her!" He exclaims.
" Yes,'cause taking pictures isn't sexu-"Dickson starts but suddenly Chat has Curt in the air.
He throws him with inhuman force at the wall and the man slumps unconscious. He grabs Dickson and Vea and shove them into a corner.
"Tell me now...Did...You...Rape...Her?"
"NO!" They exclaimed through whimpers and cries.
"He just took pictures. We swear!"Vea says.
"What did he touch then?" Chat asks baring his white teeth at them. "It was just her boobs."
"Just her-Just her b-HOW DARE YOU THINK IT'S JUST HER …PARTS…YOU BASTARDS!"Chat says, slamming Dickson's head into the wall. He falls unconscious.
He looks at Vea. "Phones. I want all of your phones."Vea nods and scrambles to collect the phones before he hands it to Chat.
Chat crushes each one easily in his vengeful fist.
He looks up at Vea. He doesn't even have to hit him.
The man just faints. Chat looks around at the three. He would need to carry them individually to Chloe's suite. It wouldn't take long, and so that was exactly what he did. Once he had them all in the room, he cable-tied their hands and feet before throwing them into individual cages.
He was so smolderingly angry.
Never before had he felt such fury. He stepped onto Chloe's balcony and took a deep breath. He needed to Detransform since he had used Cataclysm. With another calming breath, he walked to her bathroom and Detransformed. Plagg looked at Adrien with wide eyes. He was worried. Angry Adrien was not a good Adrien.
He had heard what those men said…and he knew how protective and possessive Adrien had recently become over Marinette…This was very,very bad.
"Kid…"
"He…fondled…"Adrien says as his eyes focus on something Plagg cannot see.
"But she's okay…"
"She's not!" Adrien snaps, he looks at Plagg with a hopeless, devastated look. "She doesn't even know! She's just at home, sound asleep, innocently thinking it's all good, and here these asswipes are, confessing to things that she probably thinks never actually happened."
"I understand that…But she's alive…She will be fine." Plagg says, struggling to say something reassuring. Adrien runs a hand through his hair.
He hands Plagg some cheese. Plagg takes it and begins to eat it. He didn't like where this was going… But he knew that Adrien needed retribution for their sins. He would want it too if he were him.
"Burned her… Those Shits… Oh, they're going to feel the burn." He says, he glances over at Plagg to see if he was done, and he was.
"Plagg, Transform me." He says. The room flashes green and he exits the bathroom, going to the balcony.
It was 16:30. Marinette must be awake… He begins to make his way to the bakery. Once he gets there he glances through the window to find the sleepy woman talking on the house phone.
Most probably with that red-haired woman. He tilts his head, watching her yawn. She was feeding Berry now. He smiled a little. That was his princess, so selfless and caring. She was exhausted but she found time to care for those around her, easing her friend's worries and dishing out her love so purely. He pushed away from her window and went to the News Station.
With a strong push, the doors flew open and he walked to the broadcasting area. He walked in front of the camera, interrupting the live feed.
"Well good evening Paris!" He said, shoving the tanned, bald man out of his way. "It's Chat Noir here! Aren't you proud? This is the first live broadcast that I've ever done!" He cackles.
"Well, for the next month, it certainly won't be my last." He says. Everyone in the studio is dead still. "You see, last night, as you know, someone very dear to me was… attacked. The funniest thing has actually come to my knowledge…I," he says beginning to laugh humourlessly. "-was actually going to be framed for attacking this person. How funny is that?!"
He bursts out laughing. "I was going to be accused of killing the one thing in my life that keeps me slightly human!" He says, spreading his arms out, laughing hard.
"So I found the jackasses who hurt my friend." He says with a smirk.
"But that's not all. I found out who asked them to hurt her in the first place. Now Parisians, wouldn't you like to know the name of the person who has just made your lives a hundred times worse? "He asks, tilting his head.
"Well I'll gladly tell you, but first, I have a little destroying to do." Everyone looks at each other, panicked.
"Inside Le Grand Paris hotel, I have hidden a bomb at each level. It's going to go off in ten minutes. Good luck to everyone inside the hotel!" He says, grinning broadly before kicking the camera. Everyone in the studio looks at him stunned. The security guards refuse to move from their corners.
"I need a camera. To broadcast live from wherever I am." Chat says out loud. A man runs up and hands him exactly what he asked for. Chat grins. "Purrfect."He says before darting out of the studios and back to the hotel.
It is exactly as he expected. Hundreds of people run out of the hotel, tumbling over each other, kicking, shoving. It's absolute mayhem. He smiles cynically as he saunters over a rooftop. He jumps up to Chloe's balcony.
He leaves the room and takes the elevator to the Lobby. The Hotel is deathly quiet. Not a single soul remains. All rooms have been evacuated… Except for the room on the highest floor, the room that the staff believed to be empty since its inhabitant was in Miami. Chat looked through the front doors of the bullet proof glass of the hotel. Mayor Bourgeois stood on the other side in his nightgown. Chat walked behind the reception counter and hit the lockdown button. The guards immediately came down. Chat went back up to Chloe's room and walked over to the camera, looking into it.
It was rolling. "Okay, the cats out of the bag, there wasn't any bombs in the hotel." He said, snickering. "But, rest assured, this place will be going down." He turned the camera to the cages where the now conscious men lay in shock.
"These men were the ones who hurt my princess." he says. He places the camera on the dresser. "Today, we will be conducting an experiment. How much pain can a man take?" He taps his chin.
"Now, unlike these pieces of crap, I don't use knives, but today…"He pulls out a long, thin blade. The men begin to scream. "I will."
He turns to Dickson, pulling him out of his cage. The man wriggles and screams. "Don't worry, I won't stab him…"Chat starts but suddenly stabs the man in the leg. "In any vital organs that is." He continues, Dickson begins to scream, agonized. "Shut up." Chat hisses. He begins to slash away at the man. Making deep incisions, but leaving the areas with organs untouched. The man's throat no longer has any ability to pass out sound and he lays in a dark puddle of blood. Chat picks up a sack. A sack that he had doused in Capsaicin chili pepper extract. He picks up the man and begins to shove him into the sack. The instant Chat ties a rope around the top, the man begins to scream. The chili essence burn at his wounds, eliciting agonized, raw, screams. Chat drops the sack into the cage. He grins at Vea and repeats the process.
When he gets to Curt, he grins. "Hello,pervert."He hisses. He drags Curt out of the cage by the hair and repeats the process, enjoying hearing how the man's skin ripped with a squenching noise, and how he begged and pleaded for mercy. He slashes his face. He hadn't marred Vea's or Dickson's faces, but this one he felt the need to mar. Chat threw him in the sack before throwing the sack harshly into the cage. He stood up from the pool of blood.
He could vaguely see his face on big screens throughout the city as the camera broadcasted live. "Now you see, Parisians, I've actually been quite gentle with you all this time. But I've been pushed to a point that I'm afraid I can't return from."
"And now you know…"He starts, walking to the rooftop of the hotel. "Cataclysm!" He slams his hand onto the side of the building. Suddenly, the hotel begins to tremble, and shake, and with a mighty sound, it begins to crumble to the ground. The displaced inhabitants stare in shock as the building begins to crumble before their very eyes. The drawn out screams from the men inside the cages become inaudible and Chat leaps down before the crowd of people, in front of a trembling Andre Bourgeois. "And now you know…"He says again.
He stares dead into the eyes of the innocent Mayor. The mayor whose daughter had caused harm to come to his princess.
Now she and all of Paris - who supported this man with his filthy daughter- would pay.
"…not to touch what's mine." He whispers. He throws down the camera.
Fire-fighters begin to try and get to the three cages, and Chat takes off in a flash of black and green.
"I did it,princess. I got them.I didn't let them get away."
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