The Mayor cleared his throat. "Erm, Mr. Damocles, I would insist you accept my offer."

"And make them have better seats in class!" Chloe announced. "Mine's uncomfortable."

Mr. Damocles narrowed his eyes. "All for the expulsion of Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"

"No!" The class cried.

"Yes!" Chloe shrieked.

"No!" Marinette cried, standing up suddenly. She bit her lip. "I... I don't want... I don't want people in trouble because of me!"

She almost burst into tears and jumped out of her seat, tearing across the classroom and pushing past Mr. Damocles. She snatched her box of macarons on the way out. The door slammed and Adrien stood up immediately, followed by Alya, who both ran to the door in a flurry. Mme Bustier regained control of the class and stepped in front of the exit.

"Oh no you don't," she said firmly. "Back to your seats."

Alya gasped. "But Madame Bustier! She's my best friend and she's upset! I have to go help her!"

"Not during class time," she snapped. Then the teacher glared at the Mayor. "Speaking of which, this is the student's class time. I need to begin a lesson."

Mayor Bourgeois looked ready to argue, when the principal stepped in. "Mayor Bourgeois, we will... discuss your preposition later."

"NO!" Chloe screeched. "We discuss it now! I want her gone!"

The Mayor of Paris looked exhausted and strained. Adrien stepped towards her teacher. "Madame? I have a photo shoot scheduled."

She knit her eyebrows. "I don't recall you saying anything."

"I, uh, it slipped my mind," Adrien said weakly.

She sighed. "Fine. Fine!"

Adrien thanked her and darted for the door, making Plagg squeak in his bag. He shot a last look at Alya, who's expression was one of envy and sympathy. He nodded at her and she did the same back. The blond shut the door behind him to arguing teachers and students alike.

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"Marinette?" Adrien called, stepping out into the courtyard.

Plagg floated out from under the bag flap. "This is why I like cheese," he remarked dryly. "So much less emotions. Much tastier."

Adrien ignored him and called out his friend's name again. "Mari? Marinette?"

Then the small sound of sniffling filled the air. Adrien turned towards the noise and walked down the hall, to the library, and as he opened the door the noise got louder. "Marinette?" He called again. The sound stopped completely. Maybe she heard me. "Mari?..." He asked once more.

And then he saw a horrible sight. Marinette was curled up with her back to him by a book case, the case of treats discarded next to her, but as Adrien moved closer he noticed her eyes were red and puffy and... a purple butterfly outline was appearing around her eyes.

"No!" He cried, lunging forwards, but he was too late.

Marinette's sad eyes squeezed tight. "As... As you wish, Hawkmoth."

The dark purple dots encased her feet, then moved upwards so quickly Adrien jumped back. Plagg leaped back into his coat pocket as the newly akumatized Marinette stood up and faced the blond.

Her hair was still in its two signature pigtails, but with two long pink ribbons that fell to her waist and curled at the ends. A mask that looked like her Ladybug one but with pointy edges covered her face, the same pink she always wore, but with a black line down the middle of the mask and around her eyes. She had a black jumpsuit on with pink gloves and boots, the material tight to her body. The chest area down to the waist was pink, with a black heart in the middle. But the heart had a ruby red split down the midlde, jagged and cracking.

"I am the Victimizer," Marinette said confidently. The way she spoke reminded Adrien of Ladybug, the same confidence flowing from her like waves. This was no longer the quiet and stuttering Marinette. "I will show everyone how it feels to be the victim!"

Adrien gaped as the Victimizer turned on her heel and dashed down the hallway and out the library door.

Plagg flew out of the pocket. "Let me guess. Transform?"

"Yeah," Adrien squeaked hurriedly. "But I can't cleanse the akuma without Ladybug! And she's akumatized!"

"You'll figure it out," Plagg said before he was sucked into the ring. The black leather material covered Adrien and in a flash of light, Chat Noir was now there.

Chat Noir swallowed. "Let's go improvise."

I'm sorry that was late!~

I feel the Lady Misfortune thing is really overused, so I tried something different. Hope you liked! :)