Chapter 10: Finale part 2
Friday evening came quickly for Madeline and Michael. Selma unfortunately still hadn't arrived back at the house so the twins quickly got dressed without her. Madeline allowed Yin to do her hair, though the process went slower because the little fairy struggled to lift the strands of hair and place them exactly where she wanted them. By the time Yin was finished, it was almost time for Cole to pick her up. The young brunette, dressed in the tailored peacock blue dress with her hair done up in a traditional Chinese style, felt herself grow anxious. She had to refrain from chewing her alternating blue and green nails. To keep her mind occupied, Madeline placed the Mandelorian cuffs on her wrist before sliding the cloth cuffs on over them. The cloth fit beautifully over the Mandelorian cuffs. In face you couldn't even tell.
"Should I call her?" Madeline asked. Yin, who had been munching on candy, looked at her ward with her large green eyes. She blinked before grabbing the Peacock Miraculous and carefully pinned it on the young girl.
"Don't worry," Yin assured. Madeline looked down at the little fairy. In all honesty, the young Padawan never knew how she lived her life without the little kwami. "I'm sure she's okay. She may just be caught in traffic."
Madeline sighed. The little kwami was right; Selma might've been caught in traffic and unable to contact her. There was a knock at the door, causing both females to jump. Michael poked his head in, his dark brown hair combed and slicked back. The young boy wore a crème colored vest over a crisp white shirt and a white tie. He wore black pants and fancy dress shoes. Madeline smiled a little bit to herself. Her brother never looked more dashing.
"Cole's here," he announced. Before he disappeared, Madeline called him back.
"Has Selma texted or called you? Do you have your light saber with you?"
He held up two fingers before speaking, "No I haven't heard anything from Selma. She might be caught in traffic. And two, no I don't because it's just a dance. It's not like a Sith is going to come in and crash the party."
That caused Madeline's anxiety level spike. Her worried facial expression must've shown because Michael's face softened. "Hey, don't worry. Nothing's going to happen. The Sith are a galaxy away and this is our night. Besides, you've got your Miraculous, so that way you can deal with anything that comes up."
Madeline sighed. "You're right. I don't know what's wrong with me." She took another deep breath. "Come on. If Cole's here than we need to meet Marinette and her friends at the school if Selma's not going to make it."
Her twin nodded and together they made their way down towards the entrance of the dojo. Cole was indeed there. Madeline's heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of the boy. He wore a black tux with a white shirt, black dress pants and shoes. The only spot of color on him was the dark blue and green bow tie that was tied tight around his neck. The boy smiled when he caught sight of her though the smile tightened when he spotted Michael. Madeline ignored it, smiling at the young man as she came down the stairs.
"Wow you look…" Cole stuttered before clearing his throat. "You look amazing."
Madeline blushed and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. No one had ever complemented her like that. She smiled and returned the complement.
"So where's your mother?" Cole asked looking around with a furrowed brow.
"Oh she's gone somewhere for the day. I don't think she'll be back in time for pictures unfortunately. So I guess we'll just head on over to Marinette's house to get some pictures." She turned to her brother. "Michael, do you mind leaving a note for mother?"
"Sure thing," Michael answered before running to the kitchen. The brunette boy looked behind him when he got to the kitchen to assure that no one was behind him when he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. Michael made sure to write it in Galactic Basic, just in case some one broke in and found the note.
The note he wrote read, Dear Master Selma, Madeline and I are at the dance. If you are reading this then you need to get over to the school. I think that there is something off about Cole. Please hurry up and get over to the school as fast as you can. Signed Michael.
He placed it on the fridge in plane view. The young boy quickly left the kitchen and made his way back to the dojo where Madeline and Cole were having the time of their lives. They were laughing at some joke Cole made. Madeline's eyes sparkled happily but Michael knew her well enough that the laugh was forced and she felt the uneasiness from Cole. Michael sighed before forcing a smile on his face and rejoining the group.
"I left the note so we're good to go." He announced.
"Good," Madeline said. She pulled out her phone. "I'm texting Marinette right now. Hopefully Mrs. Chen will be able to take some pictures of us and send them to mother."
Cole seemed to blanch visually before he covered it up. "How about we just go straight to the dance?"
"Why? Shouldn't you want to take pictures? Wouldn't your dad want a picture or two?" Madeline asked. The raven-haired boy smiled slightly before nodding in agreement.
"Yeah," he spoke slowly. "I think my dad could do with a picture or two. Maybe we could put it up on the fireplace." He shrugged. "Okay let's go."
"Great!" Madeline said with obvious forced enthusiasm. "Texting Marinette now."
When the message was sent, Michael shut the lights off and closed the door before locking up the dojo up. He stuffed the keys in his pocket before jogging to catch up with Cole and Madeline. The two were admiring the lights of the city and the trio of teenagers in fancy clothing got a lot of attention from passersby's. Michael fiddled with the keys, almost regretting not taking his light saber with him. A thought occurred to him. He stopped for a moment before turning back to the dojo. His mind ran a million miles a minute before he ultimately decided on a course of action.
"Hey," he called. Cole and Madeline stopped several steps in front of him before turning around. "I'm gonna head back to the dojo. I think I left something there."
"Okay," Madeline answered uncertain. "Do want us to meet you at the school or what?"
"I'll meet you at the school." He said.
"Please bring me my special pen," Madeline asked politely. In other words, please bring my light saber. Michael nodded and made his way towards the dojo, his heart pumping a thousand miles an hour. Cole was surrounded in the dark side of the force. It was frightening how he didn't realize it earlier. He knew that Cole felt off when Michael first met him but…. how didn't he realize…that Cole was surrounded in a cloud of evil, hatred and blood lust. It was exactly the thing the Sith were surrounded in. He felt it when the Order was destroyed, mixed in with feelings of pain, suffering and death. That one feeling that stood out among all the others: blood lust.
Michael fumbled with the door lock before finally getting it unlocked. He sighed in relief as he blindly ran through the home. The young Padawan practically force jumped over the stairs, landing on the top landing. He ran towards his room. Michael opened the secret compartment that held his light saber. He grabbed it the moment the weapon came into view and ran to Madeline's room. The reckless girl had her weapon out in the open on her desk. She needed something like he had. A secret compartment to put her things in such as her Miraculous box, light saber, holocron and communicator.
As he was on his way out of the room, Michael froze when he heard the door down stairs open. His breath got caught in his throat as he heard someone riffle through stuff downstairs. He grabbed a candle holster and pulled it back ready to swing as the person came upstairs. Michael took a deep breath as he abandoned the candleholder and let a battle cry rip through his throat as he pushed the person back using the force. He heard a startled cry and a crash. The Padawan wasted no time running down stairs, igniting the two blades and holding it at the intruder's throat…. only to realize that it was Master Selma.
"Oh my goodness!" Michael exclaimed. He reached down and helped his master up. "Are you alright Master? I'm sorry about that, I thought you were an intruder."
"I'm fine Michael," she assured. "It's fine. I couldn't find the light switch. Where is your sister?"
"She's off at the dance," Michael noticed the worried tone she used. "I came back to get our light sabers. Cole has an air of evil around him, and I grew worried."
"Well don't go brushing it off as brotherly love just yet," Selma ordered. She ran up stairs to her room with Michael right on her heels. As she was rummaging through her belongings the Jedi master told her apprentice of what had transpired during the meeting. And had told him of who Cole Branusz really was.
Michael's eyes widened when he heard that the boy was actually an inquisitor, trained under the Emperor himself. He felt his heart drop to the bottom of his feet when he realized that he had left his twin defenseless with an enemy of the Jedi.
"Where's Madeline?" Selma asked as she strapped on several blasters to her hip as well as her light saber from her time as a Temple Guard. She also made sure that she had a bee shaped hair comb in twisted in her hair.
"She's probably at Marinette's house," Michael answered. The brunette boy fought to keep the urgency out of his voice and his annoyance with his master when she was still checking her hair. 'They stopped there to take pictures and most likely will be at the school in a few minutes." Finally he shouted, "WILLL YOU STOP CHECKING YOUR HAIR?"
"I need to make sure that I have everything ready to defend my family," Selma stated calmly. At Michael's confused expression the former Jedi Master sighed sadly and explained, "I didn't want to tell you or Madeline this because I thought it would put you in danger…but I guess now is a good as time as any."
"What are you talking about?" His answer was given in the form of a yellow and black blur flying in front of his face. Once it stood still, the brunette Padawan saw that it was a kwami, like Madeline's only this one was similar to a bee. "It can't be…"
"I am Queen Bee," Selma explained calmly. She went back to loading her weapons and making sure everything was secure. "I was chosen to be the Guardian of the Bee Miraculous a long time ago. I'm sure you heard of how I was assigned to this planet several years ago?'
"Everyone heard of it," was Michael's answer but he was too infatuated with the little creature in front of him. He looked up. "Why?"
"What no one, not even Master Yoda, knew was that I was married and had a son. " Selma seemed to be sad as she admitted something that no Jedi was allowed to do. "Adrien Agreste, my son, is strong in the Force, though he and my former husband didn't know about my past. Whatever happens this evening, Michael, never let Adrien or Gabriel know who or what I was. Do you understand?"
"Don't talk like that master. You're scaring me." Michael's voice cracked with emotion. The kwami, who had introduced herself as ZeeZee, sat on his shoulder whimpering slightly. Apparently Selma was scaring the little creature as well. "Please."
Selma, finished with getting armed, slowly strode over to the young Padawan and cupped the boy's cheek. A stray tear fell from his coffee brown eyes, which Selma wiped away with her thumb. Michael remembered the last time someone spoke to him like that, when they begged him to keep their secrets buried with them. His master, Shaak Ti had many secrets that none of her fellow Councilmembers knew about. Only he did and when they separated during the Massacre, she had him promise that no matter what happened, her secrets remained hidden. And when she fell on Felucia his heart twisted in pain when he remembered the secrets she had confided in him.
And now Selma was asking him to do the same thing again.
"I know your heart still hurts from Master Ti's death," Selma gently spoke. "I feel your pain every time you lock yourself in your bed room and bury yourself in your comics or video games. But you have to be strong. For me, for Madeline, for ZeeZee." She glanced towards the little kwami. "You must be there for everyone. Swear to me you'll look after them all."
"I…" The words couldn't form. Michael couldn't make the words form. Finally he swallowed his selfishness and straightened his spine, "I swear to you on the Order that I will look after Madeline and ZeeZee."
"And Paris as a whole?" Selma added.
Michael nodded. "And Paris as a whole."
Selma sighed, tears glistening in her toxic green eyes. "Good. Now come. We must make haste to the school if we are to stop the Inquisitor from springing his trap."
Michael nodded and followed his master. His heart thundered in his chest as he walked out, made up for battle. Hopefully not for the last time.
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Adrien Agreste sighed as he finished tying his bow tie. He stared at his reflection in his full body mirror. The boy caught sight of the strange weapon that was placed on his desk. He turned and faced it full on, weight in the options, the pros and the cons of both. Adrien shook his head and turned towards the door, but stopped in his tracks when he spotted someone in his room. It wasn't Nathalie or Gorilla or even his father.
It was a stranger. Her mint green hair flowed in a phantom breeze. In her hair a circlet of gold rested lightly right above her brow. She wore elegant robes that also floated as if in phantom breeze. Adrien's heart leapt to his throat when the strange woman turned to face him. Her lips were cherry red and eyelashes midnight black against porcelain pale skin. She smiled slightly when she spotted him, though Adrien didn't waste to get into a fighting pose just in case.
"You are your mother's son alright," the woman spoke. Her voice held an unearthly echo. Adrien froze and his eyes went wide. He was so shocked that he dropped his fighting stance despite everything he was taught. Plagg was hiding behind his pillow, his cat like eyes the only thing Adrien could see.
"You…. knew my mother?" He asked slowly. The woman nodded, her large hair bobbing with her head.
"Your mother lives." The woman announced. "This night was foretold many eons before your mother was created." She thrust out her hand out and the strange cylinder came flying. Adrien watched with wide eyes as she ignited it, the emerald light of the blade mingling with the mint green of her eyes. She stared at the blade for a moment before deactivated and holding it horizontally in a ceremonious way. Adrien hesitantly held out his hands palm up.
"Adrien Agreste," she started. "Tonight, you shall begin a life that was destined for you long ago. Tonight, you shall enter into a world that has been dead for three years. Tonight, you begin a new era of the Jedi and you will carry the burden of it along with many others. Tonight, your power will awaken. Your mother did not wish for you to live this life. That's why she left. But tonight, it begins once more."
The woman placed the weapon in Adrien's own hand. The hilt seemed a million times lighter than before. Adrien stared at the weapon before jumping out of his skin at a knock at the door. Suddenly, he seemed to be alone.
"Adrien, the limo's waiting for you," Nathalie called. The model quickly opened his jacket up for Plagg and stuffed the weapon in his pocket.
"I'm coming," he called back. His anxiety levels rose slightly as he stepped outside his house and saw the usually star studded march sky over taken by dark foreboding clouds. The air, which was supposed to smell of cut grass and blossoming flowers, now stunk with ozone. A scent that usually accompanied a spring shower. Adrien sighed as he buckled his seat belt and the driver took off. The weapon that rested in his pocket was unusually warm but the model ignored it as he focused on what lay ahead. The mint-haired woman said that tonight was night that he was going to start a life that he was born into…. but Adrien didn't suppose the lady meant fashion. But most likely a warrior, something Adrien wasn't really good at that until he became Chat Noir.
Would he be able to use his weapon if and when he used his Miraculous? How would this power be awakened tonight? Who was that woman that appeared to him earlier and why did she appear to him? Didn't she say that his mother lives but left because she didn't want to let him live a life that she lived? What did that even mean?
Adrien rubbed his head as he stared out the window. There was a strange feeling of darkness and dread that settled over him. But he tried to ignore it as the car continued to travel down the street.
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Madeline and Cole arrived with Marinette and Alya right as the dance was just taking off. The music was blaringly loud and bright colored lights flashed in intervals. Madeline stared up at the disco ball with wonder and amazement. Everyone that worked on the dance out did himself or herself, as everything looked fantastic. Chaperones stared down on the dance floor, like the Jedi used to do when they were charged with protecting a gala. Only they would do it more discreet. The chaperones were staring down at the dance floor, their eyes scanning the crowd for any trouble.
Marinette and Alya, decked out in a Chat Noir and Ladybug themed dresses respectfully, waved goodbye at the two couple before margining into the crowd to look for their friend. Madeline and Cole decided to stay on the edge of the crowd since Michael hadn't returned yet. The young Padawan anxiously looked for her twin as the night continued. Something was off…she could sense it. Cole had taken on a different attitude since arriving at the dance.
He became darker, angrier. It was as if a light switch had been flipped and he was almost a different person than what Madeline fell in love with. He was rude, short-tempered and almost violent. The boy almost snapped Mrs. Chen's neck when she almost spilled a cup of hot chocolate on him. If Madeline hadn't intervened, the boy might've killed the woman. She was grateful for her brother going back to the dojo to get her saber. But it was taking longer than it should've to grab a single light saber and make it back to the school.
"Hey, Madeline," Cole interrupted her thoughts. "I think I saw something up in the rooms. Wanna go check it out?"
"Uh," Her voice died in her throat. "Sure."
The two parted from the crowd and made their way up the stairs. They snuck past the chaperones that stood guard over the only way out of the dance floor. Once the two made it past them, they quickly and quietly made their way towards a certain spot: the detention room. Madeline entered first, the transformation command on the tip of her tongue in case it was an akuma. Her eyes scanned the darkness. But as she continued to search the room, something was telling her something was up.
"I don't see anything," She muttered. Her heart was thundering in her chest in anxiety. Madeline turned back to Cole. "Are you sure you saw someone come in here?"
She never received her answer. Instead, she heard Cole chuckle evilly, his shoulders shaking. When the boy turned, Madeline gasped and backed up to the wall. Cole's summer green eyes were now completely changed. They had turned sickly yellow…. the color of the Sith. Instead of a slight force signature, a dark cloud of hatred and evil now surrounded the boy. Cole unhooked a saber staff and ignited it. Two blades the color of blood appeared out of the staff.
Cole was an Inquisitor….
And Madeline had fallen right into his trap!
"Oh you Jedi are so weak," The boy whispered. He cupped his hands and Madeline felt her airways close up. He was force chocking her! Madeline kicked and thrashed uselessly against the inquisitor. Through her darkening vision, the brunette could hear the boy laugh victoriously and evilly. Suddenly air rushed back into her lungs as she dropped down to the ground. As she was trying to get her balance back, Cole loomed over her with his weapon ready to strike her.
"Now I can return to my master victorious," He muttered. Madeline heard the light saber being raised in preparation to swing. Her survival instincts kicked in and she allowed the force to swirl out and towards the boy. He grunted in pain as the Padawan stood shakily. Yin had come out of her hiding space. Madeline turned to the little fairy with grim determination.
"Yin, transform me!" Madeline shouted. Her Miraculous glowed before Yin got sucked into the jewelry. Madeline was surrounded in sparkles of green and blue magic. Her silky dress transformed into her jumpsuit that fit her like a second skin. A mask appeared on her face and her hair suddenly became done up with throwing knives. The only thing that remained was the Mandelorian gauntlets, which overlaid her sparkling white gloves.
Cole shakily stood and gaped at the sight that stood before him. "Well, well it seems that you have found a 'miraculous' outlet for your power, huh Jedi?"
"What do you want Inquisitor?" Lady Peacock questioned. There was a sparkle of magic on her belt. Reactively, Peacock reached down and hopefully grabbed her light saber. But it wasn't. Uncurling it, Peacock found that it was a tie-dyed whip. The Miraculous wielder didn't know how this was going to save her against a double bladed light saber wielding Inquisitor…. but thankfully she still had her gauntlets.
"I want what all Siths want," Cole said. He tossed his saber in both hands and got in a fighting stance. He pointed a finger at Peacock, "I want the final destruction of the Jedi! And I am willing to kill anyone to achieve my goal!"
Before Peacock could do anything, the Sith started to slash at her. The space was too closed in for the Miraculous Wielder to fight back. But she could use the Force. Peacock reeled back her hand and pushed forward. The Force responded in kind. Cole, who was just about to strike her, suddenly was pushed back. His body smashed through the wall and landed on the railing.
Now that she had space, Peacock jumped into the fight. Her whip snapped in response. It wrapped itself around Cole who struggled against the magical rope. Peacock started to tie up the Inquisitor, but he broke free of the rope. Cole reacted in kind. He attacked her mercilessly; Peacock using her gauntlets made of Mandelorian iron to keep the saber from chopping off her hands. The Inquisitor had abandoned his saber for now and instead using his hands.
Peacock couldn't keep up with the fists and ended up falling beneath him after he delivered a kick to the midsection. Cole chuckled evilly as he raised his hand up. Peacock contorted in pain as she rose up thanks to Cole's force powers. She bared her teeth as she struggled against the force. But Cole was too powerful.
"Struggle all you want," He chuckled. He shot several bolts of Force Lightning at her. Peacock screamed in pain, hoping that someone from the dance would hear her but…. no one came. "I made sure that you couldn't be heard."
He swung his hand and Peacock flew into the wall. Through her darkening vision, the Miraculous Wielder saw the crowds of people around her.
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Marinette was having the best time at the dance. She had just gotten a drink of lemonade when Lady Peacock suddenly crashed into the dance floor. The designer spilled her lemonade in surprise as everyone screamed and flew to the edges of the room. There was a commotion but no one made a move forward. Everyone, even the teachers were frozen in fear. The new Miraculous wielder groaned as she attempted to lift her self up but ultimately ended back on the floor.
"Peacock!" Alya gasped. She ran forward but Nino held her back. There was a new figure standing in the hole in the wall, chuckling evilly. In his hand was a staff that had two bright red blades. The boy looked similar to….Cole?!
"How pathetic!" Cole laughed. He leapt from his position and landed in a crouch. "Now I can finally rid the galaxy of your stench Jedi."
"NO!" Someone shouted. Everyone turned to see a hooded boy fly through the air. He landed and blocked Cole's swipe meant to decapitate Peacock. That seemed to flip a switch for the crowd. They screamed. They panicked. And they scattered like cockroaches.
Marinette, using the chaos to change, ran to the locker rooms. Tikki flew out of her purse, her eyes sparkling with worry. The designer pulled off her high heels before turning to her kwami.
"Tikki, transform me!" She ordered. Her earring glowed brightly before the little kwami got sucked in. Once the transformation was completed, Ladybug headed out towards the fight. But she figured that her plain old yoyo wouldn't do much against that light sword the cloaked figure and Cole was wielding. The embodiment of luck decided to deal with an injured Peacock. She was still laying there on the floor unconscious. Ladybug reached down and touched the unconscious miraculous holder. She groaned in pain. Her all too familiar brown eyes cracked opened slightly.
"Ladybug?" She whispered.
"Easy there," the miraculous holder ordered gently. "You're hurt pretty badly."
"I'm…. sorry."
"For what?" Ladybug asked.
Tears ran down her cheeks as Ladybug helped her up and directed her towards the door. "I brought this evil here. I put everyone in danger. Please forgive me."
"You didn't do anything. Don't be too hard on yourself."
"LADYBUG WATCH OUT!" A voice called. Too late did the heroine turn around. Cole was about to land a killing blow again but was stopped when the two heroines were moved out of the way by Chat Noir. He set the two ladies down safely.
"Don't worry, I got this." He assured. He pulled out a staff that was similar to the one that the hooded boy had. Peacock's breath suddenly picked up and she squirmed in Ladybug's hold. Her grip tightened in order to keep the injured hero from moving too much. The hooded boy flew and hit the wall so hard Ladybug winced. Cole didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat.
"This is pathetic," He clicked his tongue. "And here I thought you were going to be a challenge."
"Hiya!" Chat Noir screamed. Cole was caught off guard. Chat Noir kicked him square in the chest. The villain went flying, smashing into the railing. Chat Noir ignited his sword, an emerald green blade lighting up the darkness. Cole's eyes went wide as he caught sight of the blade, and his scowl got even deeper, turning his rather good looking face into something hideous and monstrous.
"I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!"
Chat Noir readied his blade as Cole came at him with everything he had. Even though he had never held something like the sword, he realized his muscles seemed to know what to do before he did. That or someone was whispering in his ear. Cole seemed as surprised as he was after five minutes and he was still alive with his head attached.
Block left, the voice gently instructed.
Chat Noir did. It kept the villain in front of him from chopping his arm off.
Parry
Again Chat Noir did as instructed, keeping Cole from stabbing him through the chest.
Block right
Thrust
Parry
Counter attack
Chat Noir let his muscles go into autopilot as Cole amped up his attacks. He felt the eyes of the hooded stranger, his Lady, and Peacock on him but he ignored those and stayed focused on the danger in front of him.
"Uh a little help here?" He prompted. Finally the stranger leapt into battle with his sky blue sword. Queen Bee leapt from out of nowhere, landing right next to Peacock and Ladybug. The spotted hero noticed two futuristic blasters attached to the hip, along with a silver hilt. Geez where were all these people coming from? Queen Bee knelt down and placed her black-gloved hand on Peacock's forehead.
"We need to get her out of here," She instructed. Ladybug nodded in agreement before throwing Peacock's arm over her shoulder and slowly walked towards the entrance with Queen Bee on the other side. Chat Noir and the hooded stranger screamed and flew over them landing right in front of the trio of Miraculous holders. They both smoked as if they were hit by lightning. Before they could react, Queen Bee went flying, hitting the pillar. Ladybug gently place Peacock on the floor before taking a defensive stand. Cole, whose eyes were sickly yellow and glinted with a look of a mad man, started forward, evilly laughing under his breath.
"Time to squash the bug," Cole muttered. Ladybug swung her yoyo in the intent to throw him off guard. But the raven-haired villain held his hand up, stopping the weapon in mid air. Ladybug's eyes widened in surprise before she went flying. The young hero landed right next to her partner, drained of energy and injured. The only one left was Peacock. The blue and green hero struggled to her feet and glared at the villain.
"You have no way of defeating me," Cole announced. "You are injured and weak." He pointed a single blade at her. "I am at full strength. How can you hope to defeat me like that?"
"I don't need power to defeat you," Peacock muttered. Both of her hands shot out. The hooded stranger's sword and Queen Bee's sword went flying out of their hands and into Peacock's hand. She ignited them and ran straightforward towards Cole. She rushed him with a flurry of attacks, so quickly that the villain had trouble keeping up with her. Cole suddenly slipped and Peacock made a pushing movement with both of her hands. Cole went flying back. Ladybug winced at the sickening crack that sounded when the raven-haired warrior's head hit the pillar. Peacock limped forward, whimpering slightly as she clutched her side. She raised her sword above her head, her eyes covered in tears.
"Go ahead," Cole spat. He spit a clump of blood out of his mouth as his nose continued to bleed. The boy glared at the Miraculous Holder with such hatred, "Go ahead, then you will be no better than I am."
Peacock hesitated. In that moment Cole took advantage of her hesitation. He made a pushing motion. Peacock went flying and she hit the wall. Again. But before Cole could strike her with his sword there was a sound of a gun going off. Ladybug saw Cole freeze, his eyes wide in shock. Slowly, he looked down and saw a smoking hole in his chest. He gave Queen Bee, who was holding a smoking gun from her belt shakily, a side-glance.
"Thank you," he whispered before falling like a dead tree. He was dead before he hit the floor.
The five of them stared unbelieving at the sight in front of them. The dance floor was completely in shambles. All their hard work had gone to crap. The hooded stranger stood and quickly made his way to the unconscious Peacock Holder. He strapped his weapon onto his belt before kneeling over the injured warrior.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," the stranger muttered as he brushed the young girl's brown hair out of the way. He pressed his ear against the woman's chest. His eyes went wide and his breath started to hitch. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. "SHE'S NOT BREATHING."
Queen Bee knelt down and placed her hand on Peacock's chest. Her body suddenly became incased with a golden aura, which seemed to leech into Peacock's body. The young girl's color returned to her face and her chest suddenly rose sharply. She took in a deep breath but her eyes didn't open. The stranger with a hood carefully picked up the girl and Queen Bee and the stranger walked off. Chat Noir and Ladybug stared at them quietly and shocked. Queen Bee stopped and turned around to face them.
"I would suggest that you would use your Lucky Charm to wipe all the minds of those that were present here." She informed. "The only minds that will retain the knowledge that has happened are the Miraculous Holders and the hooded stranger. Do not breath a word."
With that she vanished.