So far this is one of my favorite numbers.
Guilty as Charged
by thepeacockandthebutterfly
Number 4: Her Love-Stained Hands
It was her hands that held the knife this time.
Never had she dreamed that this would be the way they would die. Not by her own hands.
But the knife was dangerously close to his neck, only a hairsbreadth away from touching his bobbing Adam's apple. Her hands moved again, purple glowing in her eyes as she fought against the will of Hawkmoth. The akuma yanked at her consciousness, forcing her hands to move forward again. Another small centimeter lost. Her knife was now gently touching his neck, drawing a very thin line of blood from his neck.
He looked up at her, emerald eyes trusting. He had faith that she would be able to break free of the akuma and save them both. But he didn't dare speak for fear that then his throat would be slit. Instead he tried to convey his love and trust through his eyes, giving her strength.
She breathed sharply, feeling the akuma pull at her draining resistance again. Gritting her teeth, she managed to not move the knife forward, instead moving it back ever so slightly. Good, she thought.
"You can do it, m'lady," Chat whispered, feeling that the small distance between his neck and the blade was enough to risk speech.
Ladybug pulled the sharpened knife back again, gaining an inch of distance with a savage yank backwards. Her pupils were dilated, a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. She panted, the concentration required for this draining her. She yanked back again, this time only pulling back by another centimeter. I hope I can keep this up.
Power flared up then, turning her eyes to a glowing purple. The akuma had overpowered her for that moment, overcoming Ladybug's waning strength. The knife lunged forward, destroying all of her carefully gained space. The knife found its home in Chat's neck, sending a crimson spray up, splattering against Ladybug's similar color suit. Chat's form, eyes still wide with shock and pain, crumpled to the ground. Knife still buried in his throat and severing his spinal cord.
The purple bled away from the blue of her eyes then, violently, as Ladybug wrested control from the akuma again.
A scream rent the air.
Pain.
Misery.
And then Ladybug was there, eyes shining with tears, a faint ring of purple around them. She breathed once, hard, before bringing the knife up to lay against her heart. With one powerful thrust the knife was buried up to the hilt in her chest.
She let her tears slip down her cheeks as she mourned her partner, but she refused to let herself cry out in pain. She had caused this. I deserve this pain. I killed him.
I failed.
She looked down at her hands one last time, even as her vision went fuzzy and she felt herself falling. Her costume had long since fallen away, leaving only the girl beneath. Her hands were slick, covered in a viscous fluid that she could not distinguish as that of her partner or her own.
Stained.
Not bad, I think. It started out better than it ended...eh these weren't meant to be 100% perfect!
Hope you enjoyed!