Penguin: Hello chibis! So I have to go to work in a couple of hours and so I don't forget, I'm updating now xD

~Responses to MMTT~

Pinksakura271: Thank you! Yeah, that's why I decided to do that. I couldn't imagine anyone modelling her clothes but her. I have already written the scene where they meet, so thanks for the suggestion, but I have to politely decline. I'm so sorry! When does Adrien NOT make her nervous? Yeah, Nino works for him. I didn't want him to have some lame ass job. Got that right. Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't c; Yes it is. He's not. That will be explained later on :D Lmao, I know. And I would too, you know, if it was one of my favorite male characters.

Yoko89: Damn right! And thank you!

Panteabooks: XDD Well hopefully he doesn't...

Cascade00: This time, it's not Nathanael. It's someone you would never expect. There's a hint.

AshxDawnaddicted: Love the name. I'm more of a Ash x Serena fan though. Aw, thank you! You're making me blush! xD I know. There'll be one. Maybe I'll make it separate, who knows? Thank you! And it's being updated now!

livelovelaughbwierd: Thank you! I don't give her control because she lost control once her life was changed by the accident. She's not as strong as she was since then. Because of the accident, she sees herself as weak. That's the reason why she doesn't have as much as she usually does. I wanted people to see that she can be different than she usually is.

an1malover: Thank you! And I love that you gave it a chance!

The dream had come to Adrien again. It snuck up on him when he was tired or when she got into his mind too much. He found himself back in that old high school. The one where he first had interaction with people his age. Another life. Another place. His first time staying after school so late.

"Don't please…."

The voice that had called out to him. He was on his feet before he even thought about it twice. On his feet and on his way to her. The dream just…took over. His fist shoved open the wooden door, revealing a small classroom. He didn't see it when he was walking by earlier. Two people were in the classroom. The boy, Ivan, and the girl, Marinette…the one with the medium length hair in pigtails and the sad eyes.

The pretty girl who was too shy to speak to him before. But he was sure her voice had been the one calling to him, begging, "Please don't…" Only, she wasn't speaking anymore, wasn't crying out anymore, not pleading. Because Ivan had his hand over her mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?" Adrien demanded. "Get out man, get out!" Ivan snapped back, keeping his voice low. Maybe because he didn't want anyone else to hear? Adrien's gaze shot to Marinette. Tears flooded from her eyes. Ivan had one hand over her mouth and the other hand pinned her small wrists against the wall.

Rage pushed through Adrien. "Get off her, now."

"Get out." Ivan repeated, "Or I'll tell the principal to ship your ass out of here. This is my school, I say what-"

He didn't say anything else because Adrien ran over and knocked Ivan off of her. He drove his fist into Ivan's face, over and over again. Marinette heard bones break and saw blood spurted. Adrien kept hitting him. "Stop! You're going to kill him!"

Her voice. Her hands on him. Adrien's eyes flew open as the dream,his past, vanished. His hands were clenched into fists. She needed him again.

I won't let her down.

Marinette stared at her reflection. Too pale. Too thin. She didn't look like an up and coming fashion designer/model who belonged in the center of the stage. That's not who I am anymore. Sometimes, she wasn't sure if she ever really was that woman. Her hands reached for the sewing machine. She had bought it herself a couple months ago.

She also bought new mirrors that she positioned and did a paint job. Done it all, herself. There was a grim pride in her accomplishment. She sweated blood and tears for this place. The fashion studio had taken the last of her money. She put down a deposit and paid rent for half of a year.

Marinette knew that opportunity, that precious six months, was her chance. To do something. To get her life back. The studio was hers, and she will make it work. Only the image staring back at her in the mirror didn't look so certain.

Marinette took some gold fabric and started to work on the dress she had been working on for a month now, ignoring the twinge from her left calf. It was for Alya's daughter, Iris. She was a cute little girl, only 5 years old. As her godmother, Marinette wanted her to have something special from her.

That twinge would soon turn into an ache, but she learned to ignore that too. She was used to ignoring pain over the years. That was the first rule of designing. No pain. If your body was weak, you ignored the weakness. You designed until your fingers bled. Then you go and present it on stage, and then you design again.

Marinette stretched her arms and arched her back. Her first designing class will be starting in 3 days. That would give her just enough time to-

The lights turned off. Every single light shut off at once, plunging Marinette into total darkness. Marinette dropped the gold dress. The circuit breaker. Damn it, this same problem happened before! But last time, it was during the day and sunlight had trickled from the windows, providing enough light for her to see.

Now there was just night to deepen the darkness. She kept her head down as she walked towards the front door. The building manager promised her that this problem was fixed. This isn't fixed, this is-

A faint rustled sound reached Marinette's ears. Like a shoe, the quick press of a footstep. Marinette froze. "Is…is someone there?" When she left her apartment, Adrien's men were installing new locks and an alarm system. One of the men had even followed her to the dance studio.

She was supposed to be safe. Why isn't she safe? She was promised that she was safe. The floor squeaked and she knew that squeak. There was a weak spot near the front door, every time she came inside the studio, she stepped in that spot and the floor squeaked beneath her.

Not alone.

She stopped advancing toward the door, instead she backed up. FAST. "Marinette…" A rasp of her name whispered out. Turning, she ran away from that rasp. Marinette didn't get that far, hard hands grabbed her and locked tight around her stomach.

He spun her around and jerked her against his body- and those hands holding her so tightly hurt. "I've been watching…" His voice was still a rasp, a terrifying one. He was bigger than she was, so much bigger and stronger, and he held her easily when she twisted against him.

But he hadn't covered her mouth. Big mistake. "Help me!" Marinette shouted as loud as she could. Adrien's agent was outside. He would hear her. He would-

Her attacker slammed her into the mirror. The glass cracked and shattered around her. His fingers pressed over her mouth, reminding her of a nightmare from her past that wouldn't ever stop. Her head ached where it hit the mirror. His breath blew against the shell of her ear.

"I will be the one." He told her, voice low and hard. She lifted her knee, tried shoving it in his groin, but he was already pulling back. Even as the sound of footsteps pounded toward her. Footsteps- and a light?

"Marinette?" She leaned against the broken mirror. It seemed to be the only thing holding up her up right. He was here. He was here. He was FUCKING HERE. IN MY STUDIO.

The flashlight hit her in the face. "Marinette, what happened? I heard your cry for help." It was her guard, Nino. She recognized his calm voice and tone. If she could move, Marinette would hug Nino right that second. Instead, she managed to say, "He's here!"

That flashlight immediately swept the room, cutting through the darkness. But Nino couldn't find anyone. "He?" Nino asked her, as he came closer. He put his arm around her. "He's here." Marinette repeated. Adrien had warned her, he told her…he's dangerous. He was right. If Nino wasn't here, what would her attacker have done?

"Marinette?" At that familiar deep voice, Marinette tensed in Nino's arms. Adrien. The lights flooded back on at that moment, coming with a brightness that almost hurt her eyes. Adrien rushed over to her and pulled Marinette from Nino. "What the hell just happened?"

"She said someone was here." Nino seemed to notice the broken glass. "Go. Search." Adrien ordered as he pulled Marinette even closer to him. "I've got her." Pieces of the broken mirror had fallen to the floor. They crunched beneath Adrien's expensive shoes.

Nino hurried away from them. When he ran away, Marinette noticed the gun in his hand. Her breath choked out. Why is this happening? Adrien's fingers slid through her hair. Adrien growled. "Damn it, you could have a concussion."

What she had was a giant knot on her head. One that was making her dizzy and nauseous. Wait, was that a concussion? "I'm getting you out of here." Before she could say anything else, Adrien lifted her in his arms. He held her easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. Adrien hurried to the door.

They were outside, the crisp air hitting her, pushing back some of the nausea, but not doing a thing to alleviate her fear. The fear had far too tight of a grip on her. Adrien carried her forward towards a dark Jag. He opened the door and sat her inside on the passenger's seat.

"Tell me what happened." Adrien said darkly. She hadn't seen him in ten years. So why was she so ridiculously glad that he was the one there with her? "I was designing…the lights went out. I-I thought it as the breaker. It's gone out before and-"

He caught her chin in his hand. "When did the man come?" She blushed and swallowed. "When it was dark, I heard the floor squeak and I knew he was there." She licked her too-dry lips. "I tried to run, but he caught me."

"Did he.…"Adrien gritted his words, "What did he do to you?" Her eyelids flickered as she remembered. "He slammed my head into the mirror. Nino came in…before he could do anything else."

I will be the one. Her hands were shaking. She balled them into fists in her lap. "I'm taking you to the hospital." Adrien stated. "No, I-"

"I'm taking you to the fucking hospital." Adrien said again, anger snapping in his words. "You've got a concussion. You need to be checked out."

"Adrien!" Nino rushed over to him. "I searched the building, but no one's there." Marinette's gaze darted down the street. There were other buildings, a few shops nearby, but they were all closed for the night. "Stay here. Get back-up on the scene." Adrien said to Nino.

"I want that son of a bitch. And we're getting him." Then Adrien slammed her door shut. She watched him through the window, chill bumps rising on her skin. Adrien leaned closer to Nino. Adrien whispered something that she couldn't hear. The chill bumps got worse. Marinette felt so cold. So very cold.

Adrien turned away from Nino and stalked back towards her. The driver's door opened and Adrien slid inside the vehicle, and the engine growled to life. I will be the one.

The words wouldn't stop whispering through her mind. The car's engine got louder and the Jag shot into the night. Marinette looked back. Nino stood there, staring after them. Her studio was lit up, every light glowing. And the monster who had been in the dark- he was long gone.

But he'll be back.

The cold sank down, penetrating all the way to her bones.

Penguin: And that's all for today! Poor Marinette...I always make something happen to her, it's so unfair xD I feel so bad...

BAI EVERYONE!