This is a place for me to write when I'm bored. THERE IS A REASON IT IS RATED T!
Guilty as Charged
by thepeacockandthebutterfly
Number 2: Blank to Her Pain
He really needed to stop getting hit in battle.
His mind registered being struck by Hawkmoth's staff, sending him flying back several feet. He looked down at his hands, surprised to see them pulsing purple. The last thing he heard was Ladybug crying out his name before his mind began to cloud over, leaving him empty.
His feet began to step away from Hawkmoth, turning his body away. He went along, not fighting it. He couldn't think of a reason to stay anyways. But then there was a horrific cry from Ladybug ringing in the back of his mind.
She was screaming, he realized vaguely. But he continued walking away, mind fuzzy with the peculiar blankness. Why was she screaming? He slowed to a stop, mind telling him to look back at her, body telling him to continue moving. He fought with his neck for a moment before turning it slightly, just enough to see her out of the corner of his eye.
Ladybug hung from a pole, eyes streaming tears as she cried out. Hawkmoth moved his staff in an arc, bringing it whistling down onto her shoulder. A slick spray of blood shot upward before pooling on the ground. Another scream. Hawkmoth kept on bringing his staff down upon the girl, slashing her until a veritable rain of blood was pouring off of her. Her eyes were clouding over, the beautiful spark in them leaving. Replaced by dull agony and detachment.
But Chat's feet continued moving, bringing him farther and farther away from his lady.
YOU LOVE HER. The voice in his head sounded like it was coming from far away, screaming at him that he was being stupid. Telling him to go back and save his lady because she was his world. She was everything. He considered it for a moment, finding no real compulsion to go back. Ladybug didn't make his heart dance anymore. Nothing did. He was just empty. He let his feet take him away, finding no good reason to stay back.
"CHAT!" Ladybug screamed, the piercing sound reaching through his foggy mind. He registered a twinge in his chest at the sound of her pain, an unusual pang of sadness.
He turned slowly, muscles protesting his movement back towards Hawkmoth, to see Ladybug crumpling to the ground, blood pooling around her in a macabre image. She was too still. Something inside of him broke at the sight, effectively silencing the tinny voice in his mind.
I'm sorry, my lady. That last coherent thought filled his mind, a small reminder of who he was and why she had mattered. But then the magic warped him again, stealing away all that made him him. I'm sorry.
His feet continued to carry him away.
I'm sorry for this...I couldn't kill off Marinette in Wings, so I took it out here. It's kind of short, but I've discovered that I really get into writing them until I kill off someone. Then I just feel sad...