Penguin: Hello everyone! Sorry that this wasn't updated yesterday. I had a pretty busy day :s And when I was going to update this, I fell asleep. And I've been watching Thirteen Reasons Why lately so yeah. Let's get to the reviews.

~Responses to MMTT~

Kitty Crescent: This story is actually almost over, believe or not. And thank you, you're amazing!

StarGirlPotter: You did? Glad you gave it a chance! Yes I did. Yes I am. Go Floridian Miraculous fans! I don't like to say where my area is, but I will tell you that I don't live there.

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Pinksakura271: Yes Sakura. I do now, Friday's the last update for this story. Nope, not a while. It's definitely going to done on Friday. Aw, thank you! Not shocking either. I already counted your votes in xD I know you did. That's true. I do understand. Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Cascade00: Yes, we do. He wanted people to believe she was crazy so that people didn't find out it was him. Yup. Max knows because he's in the medical field. Which is why I kept dropping hints when Adrien knew that someone professionally would know how to do it. In the beginning, I didn't want the stalker to be Nathanael or Ivan because then that'd be too obvious. I wanted it to be someone people wouldn't expect from them. I believe most people are. It's explained in this chapter.

Max's fingers slid over her cheek. "I was so mad at you. When you went back to him…" She shuddered. Nausea rose in her stomach. "Don't…"

"You called me by his name. When I touched you, you called for him." His hands slid under her chin, and he shoved her head back. She hit the pole. The impact had her moaning. "You were my Beauty, and you went to him. After all I'd done…I was the one to heal your leg. I was the one at your side when you walked. I was the one-"

"Who…made me…have the wreck?" Her brakes…Nathanael had said…

The nausea deepened. Marinette was afraid she'd pass out. Max smiled at her. Terrified her. "It was the only way to get your attention. I couldn't see you after the shows. I tried. Again and again. Beauty needed her hero to wake her up. I was there, and you couldn't see me. I had to find a way to make you see me."

He was a freaking doctor. He shouldn't have-

"I was supposed to find you that night. Not him. He was always there. Always between us." Max's fingers dug into her jaw. "But not anymore. Agreste is dead." Something shut off inside of Marinette at those words. She could actually feel the change sweep through her.

Her heart stopped racing. The nausea faded. The fear vanished. If Adrien was gone, what happened next didn't matter. "You…killed…" Marinette whispered. "I shot him in the heart because he tried to take you away from me. That wasn't happening. That wasn't ever going to happen. You belong to me."

Max pulled away. Fumbled in his pocket. "I'll take the cuffs off. I'll get you cleaned up, and then we're going far away from this place. Starting over…"And he said she was the crazy one. Marinette's body stayed perfectly still as he uncuffed her. She'd long since lost feeling in her fingers.

He rose. "Come on, Marinette."

"I-I can't stand." Silence. Then he reached down for her. He put his arms around her and lifted her up. "See, I can take care of you." His breath blew lightly over her cheek as he shifted her body to the right. Her eyes closed. His scent filled her nose. Disinfectant. Death.

Marinette swallowed. "I don't…want you…to take care…" Glass shattered. She heard the sound, coming from…above them? Max tried to jerk away from her. She held him tighter. He killed Adrien. "I want…" Marinette gathered her strength. Every last bit of it, and she thrust her body fully against his. "I want you…to die…"

The weight of her body sent him falling back, and this time, his head slammed into that metal pole. The crack was so loud and wonderful and so perfect to her ears. Footsteps thundered, sounding close. "Marinette!"

Adrien's voice. He's dead. She dropped to her knees. Max was still alive. She couldn't have that. "Marinette!" She was still hearing Adrien's voice. She'd finally gone crazy. The voices came first. That was the way it had been with her mother.

The voices. She liked hearing Adrien's voice. Maybe being crazy wouldn't be so bad. "Fuck, Marinette!" Hands grabbed her, yanked her away from Max and-

Now I smell him. Adrien's scent was rich and warm. Masculine. His arms were around her, squeezing her so tightly, and shudders racked his body. A hallucination? It was so real and wonderful. "Love…you…" Marinette managed to whisper.

"Baby, baby, I fucking love you! You're okay, I've got you, I've got you." He was kissing her. Her face. Her cracked lips. Holding her so tightly. "You're dead," she said, so sad about that. Because she wanted to see him again. Her Adrien.

"No, no, I'm not! Marinette, I'm real, and I'm right here." She just stared into his eyes. Fear burned in his gaze. "I'm here. Baby, baby, be here, too. Be here with me." A groan came from behind her. Max. she hadn't finished killing him. The image of Adrien shook her. "I found you. You're going to model, and we're going to fuck and laugh and be happy. Do you understand? Do you-"

"No," Max's voice. Snarling. "You're not!" She was thrown across the room. Ripped from the arms of her beautiful hallucination and tossed to the floor. She used all of her strength. Marinette couldn't rise. More footsteps were thundering. Again, coming from upstairs?

Then Marinette realized…A basement. She was in a basement. Her hands flattened on the hard floor. Pinpricks shot through her numb fingers. "You're done." Adrien lifted a gun. Pointed it right at Max. "You'll never hurt her again."

Max laughed. Laughed. "You're the one who hurts her. I keep her safe. I love her-" He lunged forward. There was a knife in his hand. The knife gleamed as it sliced right toward Adrien's chest. Not a hallucination. That's Adrien. I could smell him. I could touch him. That's Adrien.

She pushed to her knees. "No!" Marinette tried to surge forward. The bullet erupted from Adrien's gun. It drove into Max's chest. But Max didn't stop his attack. He swiped out with his knife. Adrien fired again. The knife sank into Adrien's shoulder.

Adrien fired. Again and again. The knife dropped from Max's fingers. Before Max could fall, Adrien grabbed his bloody shirt-front. "I told you what would happen." A gurgle came from Max's lips. Nino burst into the room with Alya and Cecilia. Adrien shoved Max away from him. The doctor hit the floor. His eyes were closed. Blood covered him.

Marinette was still on her hands and knees. She wanted to move toward Adrien, but her body wouldn't listen to her. She couldn't move. "Adrien!" He lifted her into his arms. Held her close against his chest. "I'm here. I've got you." She wanted to cry, but couldn't.

Wanted to scream, but her voice was gone. She could only shake and shudder in his arms. Adrien. Adrien. "Let me get her," Nino said, coming close to them. "You're injured…you shouldn't…"

"I've got her." Was all Adrien said. He carried her up the stairs. Carried her through the old, dusted interior of a house. Then they were outside. Rain was falling. It pelted down on her, and it felt so clean. Good.

Not as good as Adrien's arms. He stood there, in the rain, just holding her. Police cruisers raced to the scene. An ambulance braked to a squealing stop. Adrien held her. Alive. Hope came back to her. And her tears mixed with the rain.

Penguin: And for one of the most requested things to happen, he's dead. You're welcome. Thank you guys for reading and I'll see you tomorrow! Bai!