I'm finally updating! Yay! Stuff been going on man! And Writer's Block is still a pain in the you know what. I hope everybody has a great week and holiday!
A cold drop of water dropped on his cheek, shocking him from his sleep. A cold wet material was suddenly laid on his forehead.
"Sorry." There was a woman sitting beside him. The hood of her cloak was pushed down and her brunette hair was tied into two pigtails with red ribbons. There was a bucket of water beside her black spandex covered hip.
"Who are…" He trailed off when she adjusted her hood, allowing him to see the strange trim. It was gray with crimson red polka dots a few inches of the hood before the red blended into the rest of the cloak. Only one person in all of Europe has that particular pattern on their cloak.
"Ladybug." He croaked before he started coughing again. A cup of some strange liquid was held out to him.
"Here. It'll get rid of your cough." With shaky hands, he took the cup. He wasn't scared of getting poisoned. They couldn't even if they tried. He took small sips of the drink. It tasted like peppermint and lemons.
"You were having a heart attack and fainted from lack of oxygen. You also have a small fever." She removed the wet compress from his forehead. She made sure not even the tips of her fingers touched him as she lifted it.
Figures. One touch from the Black Plague leaves you dead within a minute. I wonder who ever made up that stupid tale. I don't blame them though.
"Where am I?"
"The Miraculous Base, or more specially, the Miraculous Base underground prison."
"We're underground?"
"Yep, So don't think about trying to escape as soon as I leave."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he groaned and rubbed the back of his head, it felt like a knot was starting to form.
"Did you bump your head or something while I was gone?" Her eyebrows disappeared under her ladybug themed domino mask when she furrowed them. "Or did you bump your head while the guards were carrying you back?"
"If they did I don't remember it," he groaned. He then erupted into another coughing fit. A spicy aroma suddenly wafted by his nose. There was a bowl in Ladybug's hand that she had just pulled the lid off of.
"It's vegetable soup. It should help your fever and the smell from the herbs and spices should clear up your fever." She put a plastic spoon -fresh from it's wrapping- in the bowl and pushed it towards him.
Plague tried to sit up but collapsed onto his elbows because he didn't have enough strength to make it the rest of the way. For a second, Ladybug looked like she was going to help him before seconding her idea and lowering her hand.
He noticed this, so because he couldn't sit up correctly he settled back on his elbows. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
"Master Fu believes that everyone should be treated like equals and with respect." Her answer was instantaneous and fluent as if she has had to repeat the same line over a million times.
"And what do you believe?" He asked without thinking. He should've just left it at her answer.
She didn't meet his eye and was silent for a moment before she eventually answered. "My beliefs do not matter," she whispered with the sound of a breath, luckily because of his enhanced hearing he could hear her just as well as he would've if she would've yelled it.
There was a bout of silence between them before another rack of his coughing echoed off the walls, this time bad enough that it knocked him back on the ground and curl up on his side, almost spilling over the bowl of soup.
"Eat it before that cough gets even worse." She scooted the bowl up closer to his hand.
When he reached for the spoon to pick it up, his arm hit something behind him that started to rattle. He looked behind him.
The chains swaying side to side made him realize something. It made him realize where he was, why he was here, and whose fault it is that he is here.
He's in an underground prison because he has killed millions of people under his father's control.
He's a criminal. The baddest of the bad. Someone who deserves the death sentence for all the harm he has caused.
He's the reason why millions of daughters are without their mothers and why millions of sons are without their fathers.
He's a monster. He deserves to be locked up, but it won't last.
He pressed his fingers against the chains. He could feel magic thrumming underneath the cool metal. The chains were enchanted with very strong magic.
Sounds about right.
"Rena will bring your meals. Carapace will be guarding your cell." He was listening, but he didn't acknowledge her statement this time. He just watched as a set of chains swayed while rubbing another with the pad of his thumb.
On her way out after locking the cell door, she could see him wearing an enchanted cuff on his left arm and working on putting on the left.