It all began with a young boy who had shiny blonde hair and bright green eyes. With a hard working father, a lonely boy he was, but his father gave every opportunity he had to give a proud smile to him. The boy's name was Adrien Agreste the son of a rich man, Gabriel Agreste, he was a kind and gentle man, unlike the stereotype that surrounded him. He always tried to look on the bright-side of things and to be fearless, for his only son.
The boy had one fear, the fear to be alone in the world.
He was aware his father tried so hard to see him, a lonely man his father was, a very busy one too. Nonetheless he loved his son with all his heart and tried his utmost best to take care of his son in place of his wife's death, Adrien's mother.
On his day off, his father came home. Days of never ending work showed on the older man's face. He was tired, exhausted, but that didn't keep him from seeking out his beloved son. Walking through the wide long halls of his mansion he sawt out for him. He had found him sitting quietly in his room reading a book. He knocked quietly on the side of the open door, jolting Adrien out of his concentration. Adrien grinned, one filled with surprise and happiness.
"Father! You're home!"
Gabriel had asked him out for a late night walk. It had been ages since he had taken a stroll with his son. The last one, he thought, might have been a few years back, before his wife's sudden passing.
His son happily agreed, if not only after he gave his father a long embrace, happy to see him once again. It was a rare thing to see his father home early, even if it was him arriving on a late night.
They made their way down the long marble steps of the large mansion, and stepped out into the cool night. With the doors closed behind them they walked side by side on Paris' narrow sidewalks. The many dimly lit street lamps left their path alight, the Eiffel Tower shimmered in the far distance before them. Aside from the occasional scurry, it was a silent night, something rare for the normally busy streets of Paris.
It was a peaceful silence indeed, a smile shown on both of the male's faces, gleaming with the happiness of finally being reunited after three long weeks without seeing each other even once.
But something was off, unbeknownst to both of them there was a trail of steps behind them. Steps matching perfectly with the small pitter patter of their boots touching the cold stone walkway. It was only within a few feet from the both of them; and a voice spoke out.
It chuckled darkly. "Oh my, what's this? What do we have here?"
It was a tall man, dressed in dark clothing, a hat and thick glasses hiding his tall face. A devilish smile, shown brightly through his covered features. His hands in his pockets, his stance wide.
Gabriel stiffened, but quickly stepped in front of his son, Adrien. Shielding him, his face angry, ready for the man to strike.
"What do you want?" Gabriel asked, his stern expression unchanging.
The tall man's smirk only grew wider, and he took a small step forward, his action only made Gabriel more on edge. Tensing he pushed Adrien closer to his side.
He laughed, more aloud this time. "Oh nothing much, just the boy you are so desperately trying to protect."
Gabriel slouched a bit, and whispered to his son. The man before them smiling in amusement at his action, clearly not deterred by whatever plan Gabriel had running through his head.
"Adrien," He paused, keeping his eyes on the man. "I'm going to need you to run. No matter what happens, when that man steps forward I NEED you to run. You know where to go, right?"
Gabriel took it to glance as his son's now terrified eyes, silently begging, pleading with him to not make him run, leave him behind.
Gabriel whispered again, now looking back at the man, whose smile remained.
"Do you understand?" Adrien, didn't have time to reply.
That then, the man charged, his hands pulled out of his large coat pockets, revealing a small piston. He quickly aimed it at Gabriel and shot.
Adrien's eyes widened, his ears ringing from the close proximity of the shot. His father fell before his eyes, blood seeping onto the ground into a puddle around him.
Adrien ran, he ran as fast as his short legs could take him.
And he tripped, an uneven stone catching his boot and sending him flying forward, arms out in front of him. His face hit the ground hard, sending blood rushing down from his nose, he panicked and struggled to get back up on his feet. A shock of pain ran up his leg, he had twisted his ankle. Tears sprung into his eyes and he desperately tried to limp away, but he wasn't nearly as fast as he was before.
He was right behind him, the man, the man who had shot his father. He had shot him, he shot him. He was never going to see his father again, this man was going to take him.
A boot came upon Adrien's back, and it pushed him back onto the ground once again. Tears were now streaming freely down his face, he desperately tried to free himself from under the man's foot. He didn't budge, it was too much weight, he couldn't move. Adrien screamed.
"Shut it!" The man exclaimed.
He could feel the cold hard metal of the gun's muzzle against the back of his head, he stopped. And only continued to sputter and sob as he was pushed further into the sidewalk.
"Guess you aren't so lucky are ya kid, but there was no chance you could've gotten away was there?"
A dark rumble came up the man's throat, and he laughed.