(A/N: Hey everybody, I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter as much as I did writing it, I would like to take this time to also say thank you so much for reading my story and Hope you continue to like it, one more thing before we get started. I want to apologize for the shortness of this chapter as I thought that the first time wrote it was a bit too long, okay that's all from me at the moment, now lets see what happens now)
Chapter 4: A good death
Adrien couldn't sleep, he just sat there staring at the ceiling hands behind his head with nothing but worries rushing through his head, worries for Marinette. I hope she's okay, he thought as he just rolled over to his side and stared at a picture of Ladybug on his computer. Oh Ladybug, I waited for you for so long and look what it got me, a slap from my own father and a friend who I didn't even realize was in love with me until tonight in pain because I didn't even notice her as anything but a friend and yet she still wants to be with me, god why am I so blind? I should've seen it all, the signs were staring me right in the face. He thought as he berated himself mentally. Nino knew it, Alya definitely knew it, I'll bet Chloe even knew it, she's always been up to speed with stuff like that anyway. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up his phone and saw the time read 11:08 PM, She's probably home by now, and probably asleep too. He thought as he contemplated calling her or not. "I shouldn't; she needs to sleep…" He said as he began to put the phone down, but he hesitated then said. "But what if something happened to her? I'd never forgive myself if she got hurt." He then selected contacts, his finger hovered over her name as he began to have second thoughts. "Easy, easy Adrien just relax boy…" He said as he pulled his finger away. "She's fine, she's a big girl, she can take care of herself."
Then the words that Lila had said to him earlier that evening echoed in his head. "You will regret this Adrien…" Those words scared him, he already knew that Lila was the most vindictive girl he had ever known and when she said she was going to do something he knew she'd do it, fear got the better of him and so he called her. "Just to be sure and nothing else…" The phone rang a few times and he just waited for her to answer. "Please Mari, please pick up pick up…"
But all he was greeted with was her voice mail. "Hi, this is Marinette, I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message." That's when he went from scared to full on panicked.
"Adrien…for god sake go to sleep…" Plagg groaned as he just lay on Adrien's nightstand. "It's almost midnight…she's probably asleep right now." But Adrien couldn't sleep, he had to know for sure that she got home safe.
"I'm sorry Plagg, but I just can't wait until tomorrow, not with all the gang activity of late…" Adrien said as he threw the covers off himself.
"Uuuuugh, fine. But you owe me a whole truck load of cheese for this one kid." Plagg demanded as he got ready for the transformation.
"Plagg, claws out." Adrien said in a whisper so he didn't wake anyone. With a green flash of light he transformed in to Cat Noir and leapt out of the window and leapt from roof to roof to the Dupain-Chang bakery. He made it there in record time too, it only took him four minutes when it usually would take him a good ten. He looked in through the trap door of her room and saw her there fast asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief and said. "Thank god my princess is alright."
He just stayed there for an extra minute or two just watching her as she slept. God she's so beautiful. Oh how I wish I could just cuddle up with her and just...no NO Adrien don't you even think about it. He shook his head, I'd better go before I do something I'll regret later on. But just as he was about to leave he notice something on her head, it was small, red, and had black polka dots, it also looked to be the size of a kwami. "Wait…is that…?" Before he could investigate this further he heard the sound of broken glass from down below, he looked at the ground and saw that someone had broken the front door window to the bakery in the attempt to burgle it. "Not on my watch." Cat sneered as he as he extended his staff to the ground and slid down it like a fireman's pole. He stopped on the ground and saw two armed thugs trying to rob the register. "HEY GENIUSES!" He shouted to them as they looked up and saw the hero standing in the street. "Get lost or get fucked up, your choice." I can't let them do this to Marinette's family, he thought to himself, and I won't let them either. The thugs pulled their guns and started shooting at Cat but he just spun his staff around and blocked every incoming shot until they were empty. As they reloaded he saw an opportunity and just charged them, he leapt through the window and started pummeling them with sheer rage, not only because of they had broken into the bakery but also because he was imagining both thugs as Dallas Jones, he would deliver a fast series of strikes to their faces, knees and stomachs with his staff switching in between thugs to keep them off balance, eventually he'd beaten them into unconsciousness and he just hit his knees feeling exhausted. He panted heavily as he began to calm down. Then the lights came on, Cat Noir looked up to see Mr. Dupain holding a baseball bat with his wife standing behind him both in their pajamas. "Evening…sir…ma'am." He greeted as he tried to catch his breath. "Sorry if I woke you guys, I was just passing by and…well you know how it is." He said as he rose to his feet.
"Thank you for that son…" Mr. Dupain said as he lowered the bat. "You very well may have saved our lives." He extended his hand to Cat who took it graciously as he put his staff over his shoulder and said with a smile.
"All in a nights work sir. Have a good night." He then walked out of the bakery and took off down the street and back home, he only stopped for a brief second to call the police about the burglary then went on his way. But as he was about to continue on something caught his eye, or rather someone, and that someone was Dallas Jones. "Oh, this night just keeps getting better and better." He said as he raced towards his new found enemy.
Down on the ground Dallas was rubbing his nose as it still hurt from when Ladybug had punched him. "Seriously, why did she have to go for the nose?" He asked to himself as he continued onward to his hotel completely unaware that he was about to be attacked yet again tonight, he stopped when he heard the sound of trash cans being knocked over behind him. He turned around fast as he pulled his knife and took his boxer stance, but saw no one was there. "If this is a prank, your screwing with the wrong guy." He said as a warning, when no one answered him he got closer not letting his guard down. Once he got to the entrance of the alley he saw that there was no one there, he put his knife away and said. "Probably just some dumb cat." As he turned around he was startled with the figure of Cat Noir standing right behind him.
"Not exactly, but close enough." Cat said with a casual smile on his face.
"Oh look, it's the gimp cat, how yah been fluffy? Are you finished licking your wounds from the ass kicking I gave you the other day, or were you too busy licking your balls? Oh who am I kidding, you don't have any." Dallas sassed as he made fun of Cat trying to get under his skin, but he didn't seem fazed by it at all, he just narrowed his eyes and took his fighting stance as his smile disappeared. "What's the matter kitty? Cat got your tongue?" Dallas quipped as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Just shut up and fight Jones." Cat replied with ice in his voice, Dallas cocked his head back in surprise at how serious his response was.
"Seriously? No cat puns, no dumb ass come backs, no hilarious little zingers?" He asked feeling a bit off.
"Trust me, your not worth the material, your barely worth looking at." Cat stated his opinion as he whirled his staff around and glared at Dallas, who suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He pulled his knife and made himself ready again. This is definitely not the same Cat Noir I fought back in that alley, he thought to himself, it looks like he took my advice, maybe a little too well. Dallas quickly spun his knife around on his finger then made himself ready for the attack, Dallas made the first move as he rushed in at Cat from the front leaping up into the air and bringing his knife down in a stabbing motion but it was blocked when Cat held his staff over his head.
"Still too slow." Cat growled as he threw Dallas over his head with all his might, he landed almost 10 feet from Cat but he hopped back up and just spun around to face Cat just as he started to charge him, he slashed at Cat just as he leapt over him with a pol-volt and landed right behind him then whacked him in the back of the head with his staff.
Dallas winced in pain as he rubbed the back of his head. "Not bad, it looks like you might actually win this one." Dallas half praised as he was still sure that he was going to win this fight as well, but just before they could continue the sound of gunfire and bullets flying toward them interrupted their fight causing them both to run for cover. "Shit, they must've figured out where I've been staying!" Dallas thought out loud as he and Cat ran straight for the alley. "Well then I guess we best pray that they don't have that rocket launcher with them."
Cat shook his head when he heard Dallas say that. "Wait, they have a what?" He asked surprised.
"Long story short they've got friends in the Russian military." Dallas replied as he suddenly was halted by a dead end wall, at the same time six rollers were closing in, but he wasn't scared of them, he just turned around and walked back toward them.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Cat asked completely confused as to why he was walking toward the gangsters, and his demise.
This is it, he thought to himself, this is my good death. He like many of his ancestors would often pray that should death ever come for them that they would die with weapon in hand and die with honor in the name of his family, tribe and the heavens, if he was going to die he wanted to go out fighting and without showing any kind of fear, which was exactly what he were doing.
"Hey wait a second, what do you think you're doing?" Cat asked as he stood in his way trying to get him to stop, Dallas just shoved him aside and said without a hint of fear.
"What my ancestors would've done, making my last stand." Cat was just dumbstruck, he saw this kid who he barely knew and hated with a passion walking straight into the jaws of death and he wasn't even flinching.
"You have got to be crazy, they'll kill you, you have to know that." He tried to dissuade Dallas only to be ignored.
Dallas stopped only a few feet away from the armed gunman as they just stood there ready to take aim. "Any last words kid?" One of the thugs said with a smirk.
Dallas closed his eyes and said in the language of his ancestors. "Wakan Takan, wapazo onsi-la aka mitawa nagi, awaye leciya miye el mis ayu-pte nitawa kico nitawa waka tyatani iwa-kob le makoce, huka…mis wakte-ku ekta niye."(Great creator, have mercy on my soul, watch over me as I answer your call to your holy home above this earth, ancestors…I come home to you.) A single tear escaped his eye as he prepared for the end.
But just before the thugs could open fire on him Cat Noir leapt over him and landed right in front of the thugs whacking them all in the face with one single swing of his staff then knocking all of their guns out of their hands as they were disoriented. "CATACLYSM!" He cried as he destroyed all the guns with one swipe of his hand. He then whirled his staff around himself to intimidate the gangsters a little before attacking again. "You boys picked the wrong night to screw with me!" He growled just before he leapt at one of the thugs and swung his staff so hard that he knocked a few teeth loose.
While they were preoccupied with Cat, Dallas took this chance to attack one of them on the far right of the firing line. He slid at the thugs feet and tripped him up then attacked the nearest one next to him, with a single slash of his knife he cut the back of his thighs causing him to hit his knees, he then put the knife to his throat ready to cut his jugular when Cat cried out. "No, no killing!" Then took down another thug by bashing the end of his staff in his face then taking him out at the knees with a single swing.
"Fine!" Dallas shouted as he use the pommel of his knife to knock the thug out. That's when the thug he'd just took down got up behind him and pulled his own knife and tried to stab him in the back, but he already knew he was there, he quickly turned around and grabbed the thug's wrist and used the inner curve of the knife to slice his wrist and cause him to drop the knife then he delivered a kick to the stomach then a punch to his right temple.
Then he spun around on his heel and ducked down just in time as another thug swung his fist at him then he slashed at his shins causing him to fall backward, Dallas then leapt on top of the gangster and started beating him into submission with his knife while at the same time Cat was just finishing up with the last two thugs. He struck one from behind the knee then hit the other in the face breaking his nose, then he struck him in the side of the head with his staff then he used a parkour style kick on the kneeling thug to his head. Once it seemed all of the thugs were down Cat Noir put his staff back on his belt then turned toward Dallas and saw him panting as he just knelt over the roller he'd just beaten bloody.
"Here, let me help you up." He said to Dallas as he extended his hand.
Dallas looked at it as if it were infected then asked. "Is this some kind of trick?"
Cat quickly frowned and said. "Seriously? I just leapt in to save you, if I wanted to still beat the hell out of you I would've done it by now don't you think?" Dallas saw the logic behind his reasoning and chose to just accept the helping hand up.
"Thanks, I guess. But I didn't need you to save me I would've been…" Dallas was cut off by a gun shot, and a sharp pain in the stomach. He looked down and saw a bullet hole and his own blood staining his shirt. "Shit…" Was all he could say before he fell to the ground.
Cat just looked in horror as he saw Dallas just lay there unable to move, then he gritted his teeth as he stared daggers at the thug who'd shot him. "Run…" Was all he said as he charged the thug, even though he had his gun trained on him the thug didn't bother shooting him, he just drop his gun and ran as fast as he could, but he didn't get far as Cat Noir pole-vaulted over his head and landed in front of him, he stopped dead in his tracks just before Cat started to beat him with a series of fast hard strikes to the head, the rib cage, the knees and the spine, he was filled with so much rage at this point that he didn't hold back at all, he just kept going until the thug was down and unable to move a muscle. Cat just stood there panting, then he heard a groan coming from Dallas, he looked up and saw him trying to stand. "Dallas!" He cried as he ran over to him, Dallas then fell back down to the ground and just rolled over. "Dallas, can you hear me?" Cat said as he tried to shake him awake.
"The great spirit…calls to me…" Was the last thing he said before he fell unconscious.
Cat looked at his ring and saw he only had three minutes to get him to a hospital before he turned back. "Hang on Dallas…" He picked him up and started to parkour extending his staff upward and running across the rooftops. "You better not die on me before I can even the score...you annoying fuck."
(A/N: And that's it for now folks, that's right I'm leaving you on a cliffhanger, not sorry. What's gonna happen to Dallas? You'll have to stick around for the next chapter. Speaking of which, in the next chapter of WOS Dallas awakes to find Adrien in his room, he tells him why he is the way he is, and he meets Master Fu and something that he believes wants his soul. Okay that's all for now folks bye bye.)
