A/N: The first part of this chapter takes place during the chapter called "brun" so no one gets confused. And it's from Adrien's point of view. The second half takes place after where the last chapter took place. Some of it is just rehashing some of the events, and I'm sorry for that. Some things I felt needed to be shared from his viewpoint. I promise that there is a lot of stuff that happens after though.
Please enjoy.
Take My Hand
Chapter 6
Adrien had hung up the emergency phone line at the top of the tower. The authorities had been contacted. They already knew that he was up there. He had scared the security guards and tourists out of the tower already. He could hear the sirens in the distance and they were getting closer. He felt little bits of nervousness fill him. This was a great plan. There was no way this wouldn't draw Ladybug out.
She was too noble. She wouldn't let the tower get destroyed. She loved that tower too much. He knew because she had mentioned it one night while they were patrolling. He had stored that one away back when he was stupid and actually believed that he had a chance with her. He had imagined taking a picnic up to the top of the tower and surprising her on a perfect summer evening. The thought sickened him now. This place was tainted by those thoughts. He lived near the tower. There was no way that he could even look at it again without thinking about her. The sooner she was dead, the better.
He saw the police cars arrive from all over, and they began to tape off the area surrounding the Eiffel Tower. He moved about the observation deck, amused by the crowds that arrived to watch the show. He chuckled. He stayed up there for as long as he could. Ladybug had to arrive now. All of Paris was watching and waiting for her to save the day. She couldn't let them down.
She didn't come, though. Not after ten minutes. Twenty, thirty, forty…and then an hour. He frowned. Where was she? He kicked the tower door. With his newfound strength, he easily kicked the door off its hinge. He was so angry. How could she just not show up?
The sound of a gunshot caught his attention. He drew around and looked to see where it was coming from. He leaned over the tower and could see a figure running towards the tower. He could see some police calling out to them with a megaphone. As they neared, he could make out a feminine figure. He narrowed his eyes, and gracefully leapt to the other side of the tower, and began to climb down as they neared.
He didn't need to clearly make her out to know that it was Marinette again. She was calling out to him, trying to get his attention. She stopped at the base of the tower and looked up to him. 'Stupid girl,' he thought. She was going to be trying something stupid again. This angered him. 'Doesn't she get it? I will never love her. She's going to force me to kill her. Then she'll be sorry.'
She turned away from his for a second to look back at the police, and then back up to him. She did this just in time to see him jump down a few feet in front of her. She looked at him with those worried eyes. This annoyed him to no end. He glared at her. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm trying to prevent you from making a huge mistake," she told him. She looked actually pretty worried, but he was sure it was more for her own safety than him.
He took a step towards her, and he angrily had to hold himself back. He wanted to rip her to pieces so badly. "The only mistake here was me not ripping your throat out at that school. Stop butting into my business. I don't see why you even care."
He had threatened her hoping that she would finally just back down. He wanted her to know that he just didn't take her seriously. She was a fool to love him. And she needed to just give up and go back home. She didn't back down. She just looked at him and said, "You know why."
He had been restraining himself before, but now he grabbed her by the collar and pulled her towards him. "Because your stupid and you have a death wish."
She reached out to him and placed both her hands on either side of his hand that was grabbing a fistful of her hoodie. She sent him a natural smile. One that he had seen a million times in class at school, but he had never experienced for himself. "Because you're not this person."
He felt something warm fill him deep in his gut. He didn't know what this feeling was. She was messing with him again. Making him see and think things that weren't true. She was just trying to confuse him. Well, he wouldn't let her. He let go out her hoodie and forced her away from him. "Listen here you stupid girl. I hate you. I hate you with such a burning passion that I don't know what would please me more. Keeping you alive and proving to you just how fucking much I hate you. Or just killing you now."
She looked hurt. That made him smirk. He was finally getting through to her. There was no way for him to go back because he didn't want to go back to being that weakling Adrien. "That's alright," she stated, her voice was cracking a little bit as he listened to her, though she still didn't stop. "You're allowed to hate me."
He growled, anger filling him more than before. He was like a pot of boiling water and he was about to scold over. "I don't need your permission to hat-"
"That won't change the fact that I love you, and I only want to see you happy," she told him. She spread her arms out. "If my death will really make you happy, then kill me. If it will turn you back to Adrien, then, by all means, do whatever you want to me."
He had reached his limit. He didn't care anymore if he killed her. She had asked for it. He was no longer going to restrain himself. If she wanted to play the sacrificing hero, then he would let her. Though she would ultimately fail. He wasn't going to turn back. He grabbed her, lifted her up, and he began to leap and climb the tower. He continued up to just underneath the observation deck. He let go of her, dropping her on the tower's support beam. She quickly grabbed onto the vertical beam that was by her and held her. She looked terrified. This assumed him to no end. "I'm taking you up on that offer. Who knows, maybe your death will finally bring that bitch Ladybug out." Surely killing this girl would make Ladybug act. She could ignore the property damage, but she couldn't ignore a dead girl. Paris would lynch her if he didn't get to her first.
She shook her head in disagreement. "It won't. If she was going to show up, she would have already."
He shrugged. "Oh well." He watched her as she struggled to hold on at this point. The tower was very windy. He was able to hold on because of his perfect balance and strength. She was just a normal girl. She would eventually fall to her death. "I'm just going to sit tight, and wait for you to go splat! That will be fun!" A powerful breeze picked up he watched as Marinette cried out. She attempted to hold on as tightly as she could, trying to fight what Chat Blanc felt was the inevitable. He laughed harder now. "How does it feel to know you're going to die by the hands of the guy you claim to love so much? I bet you assumed I'd just fall all over myself for you too."
She was so pathetic. Just a stupid girl with a crush on a boy she couldn't possibly have believed would love her. Yet she did seem to believe that. She was nothing but an idiot. And that idiocy would be her downfall. She looked up to him when the breeze calmed down. She looked right at him again. "I never expected you to return my feelings. I always knew you'd never feel that way about me. Besides, I don't believe you'll let me fall."
He laughed to himself. She really was that stupid. How could she actually think for a moment after everything that he wasn't going to let her fall? He had every intention of letting her go splat. In fact, he couldn't wait for it. "And why is that?"
She was looking seriously at him. She had that determined look on her face. He was even more amused now. What did she think she could possibly say to change his mind? "The same reason you won't destroy this landmark. It won't bring her out. Admit it, you want to see her. Not just kill her. You miss her."
Chat Blanc felt a pain in the pit of his stomach. Miss Ladybug? That was a joke. He hated her. He wanted her dead. He wanted to see her face when he…His thoughts went no further. He wanted to see her face. He felt that warmth fill him again. He hated her. He despised everything about her. Yet, once again, Marinette had hit on something. He did miss her. He was used to seeing her at least four times a week on patrols. He hadn't seen her in a week, thought it felt a lot longer than that. Marinette spoke again, interrupting his thoughts. "And that's alright. You really love her. It's the same for me. It's the same reason I keep coming to see you."
There it was again. Marinette's selfishness. That brought him back from reality. He hissed at her. "No! I hate her! I want to kill her!"
"I know she must have hurt you real bad," Marinette continued. "I'm sure she regrets that more than anything. You two were so close. I'm sure she worried about you."
"She regrets nothing. She told you that she loved someone else. Remember how cold she was towards you. You've done nothing but protect her, and look how she repaid you."
He felt a pain fill his head, and he felt like he was being beaten from inside his skull. He let out a painful cry, and his hands pressed on either side of his head. He felt like his skull was going to explode and he desperately wanted the pain to stop. Why did this hurt so much? He shouldn't be feeling so much pain like this.
"This girl doesn't care about you. She's even worse than Ladybug. She lies. Every single syllable out of her mouth is a dirty, filthy lie."
He heard Marinette gasp from below him. Hawkmoth spoke with such confidence. He had to be telling the truth. There was no way he would lie about such things. Especially about Marinette. She was no one of any importance.
"Don't listen to him! His speaks lies. Everyone is so worried about you. Listen to me!"
He opened his eyes to look at her. She looked so panicked. He wanted to say that she was scared, but something in his gut told him there was so much more to it than this. She looked almost like she was…emotionally in pain. Why would she be looking at him like that? She didn't actually care about him. That was a lie. Unless, it wasn't a lie.
'Does she really love me that much?'
"Sometimes things just don't work out. That's alright. And it's alright to be upset about it, but you can't just turn against life itself just because things didn't work out the way you planned. You have so many people who care about you. Nino! He's your best friend. He's so worried about you. Chloe, she is especially worried about you. Alya too! All of our classmates. They care about you so much."
'She's right, I do have friends. It's not just her…Nino cares. I know Chloe cares too.'
"You're friends are not real friends. They only care about you because you're famous! Nino is a nobody who clings to you for popularity. Chloe is just a spoiled rich girl who only likes you because you're rich and famous! Alya likes you for the same reason. Your classmates couldn't care less about you."
The words stung so much. It destroyed any of the positive feelings he had felt for them moments earlier. He didn't know how much more he could stand. These were lies. Or perhaps only some of them were. He didn't know anymore. He was so confused. "S-Stop it!" he begged.
"You're a great hero. I know everyone forgets about Chat Noir in comparison to Ladybug. She may not love you the way you wish, but she does care. I know because in interviews she has corrected people. They call you her sidekick, and she always corrected them. She called you her partner. You complete each other."
"This girl is pathetic. She's grasping at straws. Don't forget how Ladybug hurt you. A friend wouldn't have hurt you the way she did. How can you possibly call that a friend?"
He was right. That wasn't a friend at all. So when another breeze began to blow through the tower, and Marinette lost her footing and slipped from the beam, he didn't care. Even as she grabbed onto the beam and held on for dear life, he didn't care. She looked up at him, her eyes were tearing up, and she looked scared out of her mind. He grinned. He liked this turn of events. Marinette would no doubt begin to beg for her life, and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face as she fell, realising that he wasn't going to save her.
"A-Adrien, no matter what happens, I don't hate you. My only regret is that I wish-"
He wasn't going to let her finish. He had much bigger fish to fry. He raised his hand into the air and he shouted "CATACLYSM!" This silenced her for a moment, and with a smirk, he pressed his hand to the tower beam. It instantly began to riot away. He jumped down and landed onto the beam that she was holding onto. He walked towards her and stopped right in front of her hands, white from clinging on with such intensity. He lifted his boot and put it down on top of her hand.
She looked up at her, tears were falling freely down her cheeks. Still, she finished her sentence. "…I wish I had the courage to tell you my feeling sooner." He couldn't help but admire her for trying to hold this act together even at the bitter end. She was dedicated. He gave her that. She still wasn't going to fool him. She seemed to realise this as she looked away from him, and looked down at the fall that awaited her. The tower was crumbling from the top and was working its way down towards them. There were loud clattering and clangs. And it was echoing, making it hard for him to hear clearly. Still, he saw her open her mouth, and say a few words. He didn't hear them over the clang of the falling pieces. What he did see were her clear actions. She let go.
She didn't drop, her hands didn't give way. She let go. She was choosing to die. This shouldn't have bothered him. Yet the moment he saw it happen, his heart did a flip flop and his blood went cold. Normally such an act would have been called cowardly, but this was not the act of a selfish girl who wanted attention. He imagined her begging for her life. He didn't see her throwing her life away by choice. She was…courageous. And he only knew one other person like that. It was someone he cared so deeply for.
And in that moment, Chat Blanc didn't see Marinette falling to her death, he saw Ladybug. His lady. Marinette was just as strong as she was. He saw that now. She was trying to save him in place of Ladybug. Something snapped in him, and he leapt off the tower and dived in the direction that she was falling. He pressed his legs together, and held his arms to his body and was diving head first. This helped him catch up to the falling girl. He reached out and grabbed her by her hand, and pulled her to him. Her eyes that had been held tightly shut, opened and her blue eyes flashed at him. She blinked a couple of times in confusion. "W-what are you doing?" she gasped. He heard her but didn't answer. Instead, he took out his golden staff and began to spin it around, and it began to slow them down. They still dropped when they hit the ground, but it could have been a lot worse. She fell on her side, but she would be fine, just a few bruises. She jumped to her feet, and he did the same. Both froze for a moment to look at the tower falling in front of them.
He knew that the tower's damage would be spread out, and she was in danger where she saw. "Run!" he told her. She nodded at him and began to run away from the damage. He was glad. He didn't move, though. He glanced back at the tower, fully realising what he had done. He hadn't just destroyed a national landmark, but he had done it to kill someone else. Something he loved. What had he let Hawkmoth do to him? He turned back to look at Marinette, who was still running. "Keep running!" he called to her, encouraging her to escape.
It was better this way. Hawkmoth wouldn't get his miraculous. Plagg had been smart and was hiding it away. The little trickster had probably tracked Ladybug down and they were hiding, protecting them at all costs. He understood. She couldn't come out and risk him taking them. That's why she hadn't shown up and tried to purify the Akuma that was plaguing him. He couldn't free himself the old fashion way, but he would do it his way. He unzipped one of his pockets and his gloved hand reached in and grasped the precious object that was inside.
Marinette had now realised that he wasn't with her, and she had frozen and was looking at him. He could hear her screaming his name and was trying to run back towards her. Dust was beginning to surround him as the tower laid waste around him. He smiled to himself. "Thanks for trying to save me. Goodbye, Princess."
He lost sight of her as the dust surrounded him completely. He could sense a beam coming down towards him. He readied himself for the pain he knew he was about to feel.
"You pathetic, stupid, useless brat!"
'Yeah, screw you too.' Adrien thought.
Then something that Adrien hadn't been aware of happened. Hawkmoth couldn't just talk to him, he could control him. He took control of Adrien's body, and suddenly Adrien dodged out of the way and narrowly escaped the beam. He gasped and cursed. He couldn't do this to him. Adrien didn't want to be a puppet. He wanted to be free. He tried to use his body, to move it on his own. He felt a struggle that he had never known before.
Another beam was coming down, and Adrien tried to use all of his strength to dive in front of it. He wasn't going to let Hawkmoth use him like this. Hawkmoth pulled him away. Though with on luck (or bad luck) on Adrien's side, a much smaller piece struck him on the back. He cried out, but he didn't care. He tried to throw himself into something else, but still, Hawkmoth was winning. Another unseen piece of the tower, hit him again, this time striking his front, hitting his ribs. He felt them crack, and he screamed in agony. He was so sure though that no one heard him. The dust blinded him and made him choke, but he didn't care.
"I'm not letting you kill yourself!"
"Too bad! I'm not hurting anyone, especially the people who care about me most of all."
Adrien felt a surge of power run through him. Not making him more powerful, but one that was, in fact, making him weaker to the power Hawkmoth had given him. This let Hawkmoth take full control of him. Adrien panicked as the puppet master lead Adrien away from the crowds, easily hiding in the dust and chaos. He slipped away and wasn't detected.
With everyone's eyes on the fallen tower, Hawkmoth was easily able to use Adrien's body to move through the city, returning him to the tower of Notre Dame. There Hawkmoth removed the spell cast over Adrien, and he collapsed to the ground. He fell with a thud, and with no more strength, Adrien laid there helplessly.
"You may be useless to me, but I will not let you off yourself. You're still important to me."
Adrien listened to the voice and closed his eyes. He had been so stupid. Oh, so very stupid. Still, though, he was too exhausted to do anything about it. So with his body still lying on a heap on the cold hard floor, he fell asleep.
It was hours later when he woke up. He was exhausted, and in even more pain now. He felt his ribs sting and burn. His back felt like it was on fire with a throbbing pain. He climbed to his knees and groaned in pain. Slowly he rose to his feet, but he flinched in pain. In a normal situation, he would have gone to get medical attention right away, but he couldn't do that.
Hawkmoth was silent now. Probably taking a rest, as taking control of Adrien's body had probably taken a lot out of him. He limped over to the open edges of the top of the tower and looked out over the city. The sound of siren's filled the air. And the once beautiful tower that was lit up at night, was now gone from the cityscape. He felt his heart break. What had he done? How was anyone supposed to ever forgive him? The harsh reality that no one would forgive him hit him hard. He wouldn't have forgiven anyone if they had one this. He didn't blame them.
He wanted to see his classmate, Marinette. She had been so brave through all of this. He was worried about her. She was probably very messed up about the whole situation. He had no idea how long he had before Hawkmoth would be back and would come back stronger. He would be able to take him over once again.
His hand reached into his zippered pocket, and he pulled out the precious object. It was a silver necklace with a little ladybug charm on the end. It wasn't that expensive, and the little gems in it were rhinestones. He had wanted to give it to Ladybug after his confession. It was the object that the accused Akuma had attached itself too. He wished he could smash it. Yet no matter how much he tried to will himself, he just couldn't. It wasn't him. It was the Akuma. It made it impossible for the possessed to actually ever free them. He couldn't do it, but Marinette could. Or at least, Marinette could contact Alya, who in turn could use her Ladyblog to contact Ladybug. If she had the necklace, then she could purify it.
He placed the necklace back in his pocket and zipped it up for safe keeping. He edged closer to the edge of the tower, and he jumped. He landed with a painful thud on the roof across the street, and then another. He continued to run from roof to roof, heading in the direction of Marinette's home. Though the shock that ran through his body with every step hurt like he was being struck with another beam. He was in so much pain, but he didn't have a lot of time. He had to get to Marinette now.
With every bit of pain, though, he felt the little bit of energy he had gotten from his rest slipping away. His aching body was taking everything he had was slowly having nothing else to give. He cried out as he neared her roof. He could see her balcony from his current position, but he had to stop or a quick rest. When he stopped, he fell to one knee, and he was short of breath. He couldn't stop here. He was so close. He groaned as he forced himself to climb to his feet again, and he jumped to the next roof. Just a few more roof's and he landed, not so gracefully on her balcony. He fell to both knees and leaned forward on his hands. He began to cough, his lungs still full of the dust from the fallen tower. He began to hack, and then he became ill. He ended up vomiting up on the balcony, and when his body relaxed from that trauma, Adrien fell to the balcony. He groaned, and his eyes closed. The pain was too great, and exhaustion had overwhelmed him.
8 8 8
Marinette held the unconscious Adrien in her arms as Alya climbed up to the balcony. Marinette was completely panicking. She had no idea what was wrong with him. There didn't appear to be any blood. Though she did notice that he had thrown up. There was possibly some physical injuries that she had no idea how to check for. She inspected the vomit more closely and she noted that there appeared to be no blood. That was good, wasn't it?
"What do we do?" Alya asked.
Marinette had no idea. She looked around but found nothing that would be useful. She looked at the open balcony window. "Do you think we could get him down into my bed?"
Alya looked at the small window and kind of shrugged. "I….guess?"
Alya didn't seem too convinced, and that left Marinette not feeling complete sure either. "We got to give it a shot."
Alya climbed down first, and Marinette, who luckily had some extra muscle on her, thanks to her secret life as a hero. She was able to lift her partner with a little bit of ease. It wasn't as easy as when she was actually transformed, but she was able to drag him to the window. She lifted up his limp body and began to slowly drop him down into the bedroom. Alya was below, holding onto his frame, and then Marinette slipped in.
It was a tight fit, but Marinette squeezed through and then helped Alya lower him down, and the two girls placed him on Marinette's bed. She grabbed her phone and began to send a text to Alya. Words that she couldn't speak out loud, just in case.
Marinette: Don't mention anything about Plagg, Tikki, me being Ladybug, or you knowing that he's Adrien. Just in case.
Marinette put her phone on silent and looked at Alya confused by this action, looking at her buzzing phone. She read the message, and a look of understanding fell on her face. She put her phone on silent and texted Marinette back.
Alya: No problem.
The two put their phones away again, and Marinette stared down at Adrien. She had no idea what he would wake up as. If he woke up at all. He seemed to be in a lot of pain. She leaned down by her bed and peeked under. Plagg was still out cold, but Tikki looked at Marinette with a lot of worry. Still, she remained silent. Marinette reached for something she kept beside Plagg's little bed. She pulled out a first aid kit. She had kept it handy for when she got back from fights. She had gotten hurt a few times herself, and this way she could try and hide it better from her parents.
"Smart thinking," Alya stated.
"I'm going to have to check for wounds," Marinette stated. "I'll need your help."
The two girls lifted him as gently as humanly possible, and slowly Marinette unzipped his white leather top. Alya helped by removing his gloves, and then the two were able to slide the top off. Marinette gasped when she saw the deep, dark angry bruising on his body. They were large and purple looking. Some parts of his skin around the bruising looked like a sickly yellow.
Alya had a first aid training than Marinette and looked at the bruising around his ribs. "Marinette, I think he had some broken ribs."
"D-Do you think they are…sticking into anything?"
Marinette sighed a breath of relief when she saw Alya shake her head. "No, I can clearly see the rubs. They are broken, but not enough to be taken to the hospital. We'll just need to wrap them. Bandaging them will prevent them from moving so they can heal. Six weeks and he'll be fine."
Marinette grabbed the bandages and as Alya held him up, she began to wrap up his torso for him. He made a few painful moans, but he didn't wake up. When Marinette was sure, he was covered, they placed him back down on the bed, and let him be. The girls moved back down to the main part of her bedroom, and right away Alya had her phone out. She looked at Marinette and then began to text her.
Alya: He's out cold, can't you purify him now?
Marinette: I need to know what where the Akuma is first. And I don't have time to snoop. If I do…and he catches on, he could figure it out. If he finds out I'm Ladybug, he could snap and kill me. I can't win a fight against him. I need a little bit more time.
Alya: For Nino, it was his bubble wand, for me, it was my cell phone. What could he have on him that could have been possessed?
Marinette: I have no idea. He was Chat Noir when I was with him that night. And Plagg untransformed him when he was getting possessed. He didn't have anything I saw with him. Wait! Plagg might know who it is!
Alya: Can you ask him now?
Marinette looked back at him. It was too risky. Hawkmoth could have been watching and waiting right now. She couldn't risk it.
Marinette: No, I can't risk it right now. If Hawkmoth gets Plagg or his Miraculous, it's all over. Alya…do you think you could take both of them for me? Until this is over with?
Alya: You mean take Plagg and the ring home?
Marinette: Yeah! He'll never suspect it!
Alya nodded at Marinette, but then both girl's attentions were drawn back up to the injured boy. He had groaned loudly in pain but was slowly sitting up. Marinette turned to him and walked towards the ladder. He looked right at her. It was different than he had ever looked at her before, though. It was gentle. He smiled. "Princess."
Marinette's heart fluttered. That was what he had called her when he was Chat Noir. Could he really have his mind back right now? She climbed the ladder and moved to his side. "Hey, how you feeling?"
"A lot of pain," he stated. He winced when he looked down at his bandages. "So, you helped me, yet again." He chuckled to himself. "Guess I owe you a lot, especially after everything."
She took a seat on the edge of the bed and shook her head. "I don't want anything from you."
He chuckled again. "Well, I still feel like I owe you."
Marinette stared at him. It had been the first time she had sat near him since she had learned of his identity. That he was actually himself anyway. "What happened?" she asked. "After the tower fell?"
He looked down sadly. "I tried to…kill myself, as you probably figured out. Hawkmoth took control, though, and he moved me like a puppet. Took me to Notre Dame…that's where I've been staying. I slept for a bit, but I needed to see you."
A blush crept up on her cheeks. "See me? Why?"
"I was worried," he stated. "You've done so much for me this week. I know my possessed self-has been awful towards you, but I appreciate every effort you have put towards me."
"Well, I'm fine…but are you?"
He nodded. "Of course. Just a few bruises."
"Large bruises," Alya cut in.
Adrien laughed a bit. "Yeah, probably." He turned back to Marinette. "Where's my jacket?"
Alya reached for his gloves and jacket and passed it to him. He smiled at her and began to dress again. "Where are you going?" Marinette cut in. "You're hurt."
"Nowhere, I just feel like it isn't very gentlemanly of me to being half naked in front of two young ladies," he said as he zipped up his jacket and then began to put his gloves on. "Besides, I need to give you something."
"What?"
"I need to give you the item that's possessed," he explained. "Hawkmoth could take control at any moment. I need you to give it to Ladybug as soon as possible. She will be able to free me."
He opened his zipper and reached in. Marinette's heart began to race. This was perfect, he was going to just give it to her. He began to pull it out, and Marinette saw a silver chain fall out from his grip. She tried to not look like she was dancing with glee. Yet then he stopped. Marinette glanced up at him, but before she could see his face, Alya gasped. Then she saw it. The pink butterfly was across his face again. "Nooo! Adrien!" Marinette jumped to her feet. She took a step in front of Alya protectively.
Adrien covered his head with his free hand. He cried out in pain. Marinette reached for him, but then his green eyes opened and they shot daggers at her. She jumped back. It was too late. He had been possessed again. He climbed to his feet, and he chuckled. "Well, that was a close call. Too bad." He put the silver chain back in his pocket, and zipped it up protectively and patted his pocket. "Now, princess, why don't you do me a favour, and just back off? I thank you for wrapping up these ribs, but your services are no longer needed."
He stepped off of the bed and reached over to her and with a slick motion, he ran his claws across her face like a knife was being run across her cheek in a slow motion. She felt trickles of hot blood fall down her cheek and her eyes went wide in fear. "You come near me again, and I will kill you. And this is no empty threat. I will kill you, the nosey bitch behind you. Your mom, dad, and every pathetic person in our class. Think about that the next time you decide you're going to try and 'free me'."
He turned away and he jumped out of her open balcony window. Once in was gone, Marinette felt her fear disappear, and it was replaced with something else entirely. This wasn't fear. And this certainly wasn't defeat. This was anger.
"M-Marinette, what are we going to do now," Alya cried. "I don't know if you can win this one."
Marinette turned to her best friend. "He wants Ladybug, well, we're going to give him Ladybug."
Alya's went wide. "W-what do you mean!? You told me that Tikki and Plagg said it was suicide to transform in front of him."
Marinette smirked at her friend, before wiping the blood from her face on her sleeve. Alya recognised it instantly as the smirk that Ladybug got whenever she had a plan. "I'm going to send him a little message. It's about time Ladybug started her own Blog, don't you think?"
A/N: Haha! There we go! Like I promised. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.