Alya, and Nino weren't supposed to be out of school. But they did have good reason for it. As they walked down the streets searching for Marinette both teens were quiet. Nino didn't know what to say and Alya was too busy being mad. Mad at everyone. Mad at Adrien for rejecting her Marinette. Mad at Nino for not saying anything to Marinette or Adrien. Mad at herself for telling Marinette to do it. Mad at Chloe for recording it and for being born. Mad at Marinette for getting upset.
All these thoughts went through Alya's mind as she and Nino walked down the street towards Marinette's house. When they got there though, the house and bakery was empty.
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People always thought that New York was one of the biggest bustling cities out of them all. But they were wrong. The sounds that usually filled the streets of Paris were gone and everything was deathly silent. Alya and Nino just seemed to notice the noise, or well the lack of it. The silence seemed to smother everything in it's blanket of quiet. The weirdest thing though, was the fact that there were still people outside. The streets were still full and busy but there wasn't a sound coming from anyone except for Alya and Nino.
"Wow, man. What kind of cooked up akuma did this?" Nino whispered to Alya the so called Akuma expert.
"I-I don't know."
Then there was a sound. A soft sweet chilling sound. The soft sound of someone singing echoed through the streets.
"I talked about love
As we talk about time
Without having seen it in the day
Without knowing it really
I thought of it like a dream
I dreamed of it without believing
Between these striking hearts
And these stories to see
J'm ' Was not waiting for you
I was not expecting that
I was not expecting me
In that role I was
not expecting to read
Anything but my book
I was not expecting to live
Above my Lines
In this crowd of single people
All those lives that brush against each other
All those bodies that want it
These sorrows without shoulders
We breathe the air of the air
The air of time, the air of nothing
We all want to take the open
Nobody knows The way
I was not expecting you
I was not expecting that
I was not expecting me
In that part I was
not expecting to read Something
else my book
Waiting for me Not to live
Above my lines
And then I saw your head
A clown with eyes that shine
Your griefs in the festivals
And your laugh that blushes
So strong to be fragile
Your fears after the night
The princesses I have read
Were less outlandish
J'm'attendais pas à toi
J'm'attendais not it
J'm'attendais not mine
in c'rôle then
I was running without lantern
Towards dawn fled
the places where the We love each other
It never makes night I
did not expect you ...
I was not expecting me
In this role
And the road was beautiful
From my dreams to my life
Crispy lace
New curtains , New bed
I asked a thousand questions
To my heart, at my head
I planted the old boy
In the middle of his "maybe"
All these days more like
All these perfect mornings
Where your eyes wake me
In a laugh , A secret I
did not expect that …"
Alya and Nino froze, the sound of the beautiful singing still ringing in their ears. Everything seemed to be frozen actually. Then everyone started to walk down the street, falling in behind on another in a single file line. They all walked right past Alya, there steps slow, precise and perfectly in time. As they walked by Alya saw hundreds of different faces: The mayor, Alix's dad and brother, some kids from their school, teachers, bus drivers. Then Alya saw them. Right behind Chloe, Alya saw Marinette's parents. But they were different. There eyes were glossy, unfocused, unseeing. Then Alya and Nino unfroze, walking after the Dupain-Cheng's.
"Mr. Dupain-Cheng," Alya said. "It's me Alya, have you seen Marinette?"
They didn't answer.
"Alya. Dude, come on we have to get out of here."
Nino unsurely looked between the street behind them and Alya.
"Come on!"
"Nino! We can't just leave them here! We have to do something!"
Then they froze up again. Soft laughter drifted towards them, coming from in front of them . Wait, no. That wasn't correct, the laughter was coming from behind them. Well, now it was coming from in front of them. What! What was going on?
Alya and Nino clung to each other shaking. The laughing got louder and was now coming from all sides. The laughter though, seemed more like giggling, it was soft, innocent and bell like.
Then a figure appeared at the end of the street and started drifting towards them. Alya and Nino turned to look behind them only to find a crowd of dazed civilians blocking there path. Then the answer hit Alya like an arrow. An akuma. A few weeks before there had been an akuma that was called Silence. Her backstory leading up to her akumatization was that people were always telling her to shut up. What finally had broke her was her own best and closest friend telling her to shut up. Her powers allowed her to take the sounds that things made and then swap them. She was able to control and take sound from people. Once she had your sound she could control you.
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Ohhhh! A cliffhanger! I am so terrible to you guys! Now I wanted to say thank you to everyone who reviewed a song. It was so nice of you guys to help me! It was so hard to only choose one song, they were all so good! I looked at all of them and chose one sent in by BlueKym. Thank you so much! The song was called:
J'm'attendais pas à toi and It was by Patrick Bruel. So thanks! Anyway, I really did like some of the other songs and I think that I will use some of them in the later chapters. So thanks again to all of you guys. I really appreciate it!
-Cute Panda