Chapter 4
I'm really sorry that this took so long to update! I have been sick with a bad cold and then life kinda bitch slapped me in the face. Anyways, I give thee…CHATPER 4! It's a little bit short and I'm sorry for that. The next update should be out in about a week and a half. Reviews are always so great they make my day.
Hugs'n'shit
lil-fledgling
Adrian ran into the locker room, desperate for some sort of answer or clue for what the hell just happened. Stopping in the empty change room he looked frantically around for anything that might give him an idea as to what happened when-
"What's that sound?" Plagg flew out of the inside of his jacket and made a beeline for the last locker in the line, pressing his little head against the thin metal, listening to the tiny voice frantically calling from inside.
"Tikki!" The black Kwami cried, "Tikki, what's going on?" Curiously Adrian leaned against the locker, listening to what was inside. To his surprise, a high-pitched voice was yelling from inside, demanding to be let out.
"Marinette! Let me out Plagg, Marinette needs my help!" Adrian reeled back. What ever was in that locker knew Plagg, but it also knew Marinette, so did that mean…? Plagg spun the lock a final time, listening carefully as Tikki relayed the combo to him. Adrian watched disbelievingly as a red and black spotted Kwami zipped out of Marinette's locker, catching a hold of Plagg and crying into his shoulder.
"You-if you…that means…oh my God Marinette is…?"
"We don't have time for this." Tikki flew over to Adrian, holding on to the collar of his shirt desperately. "Marinette has been akumatized, but she's also a Miraculous Holder. The pure good and the pure evil now in her will be at war in her body. If we don't stop her soon and deakumatize her she's going to die!" A fat tear rolled down the little Kwami's face, landing on Adrian's blue shirt.
"Please, we can't let her die."
That's when the enormity of the situation fell upon Adrian like a 12-ton weight. His Lady could die; in fact, if he didn't do something soon she would die and then what would his life be? He wouldn't be able to go on being Chat Noir, that was for sure and that meant leaving Paris open and vulnerable. He couldn't put innocent people's lives on the line. But be also couldn't go on being Adrian either. What would life be like with out seeing Marinette everyday at school? Listening to her and Alya talk about fashion and blogging. Or watch her stand up to Chloé for others. His life would be in crippling black and white with our Marinette.
Adrian nodded slowly, knowing exactly what he needed to do.
"Plagg, claws out!"
Chat Noir bolted out of the gym and into the town, not even noticing Chloé who called after him, demanding that he tell her what was going on and-
"Where is Ladybug?!" It took all of Adrian's self control not to yell back,
She's been akumatized because of you, bitch.
LB&CH
There was no wake of destruction. Chat Noir bust outside expecting complete chaos, people under the poisonous influence of Black Swan and moving to seek revenge on Chloé. But there was nothing. Not even an inkling that there was something incredibly wrong.
"How the hell am I supposed to find her?" Chat cried, searching the rooftops desperately. "There's no sign that she's even been here!" Tikki flew out from his pocket, looking around hopefully.
"This is good!" She said excitedly. "This mean that the good in her is winning against the evil. She's unable to harm innocent people. But this also means that her body and mind will be under extreme amounts of pressure. It will be taking up an enormous amount of energy. We have to find her soon before she gives out!" Chat wasted no time, bounding up the side of the nearest building and sprinting towards Notre Dame Cathedral.
"Why are we going this way?" Tikki yelled above the rushing of the wind.
"I don't know." Chat called back. "I just have a feeling, that this is the way to go. Something in me is telling me that she's at the Cathedral." The little Kwami gasped, gripping the zipper of his pocket tightly.
"Do you feel that too?" Chat Noir looked down, not breaking his stride.
"The tugging feeling in the pit of my stomach?" Wide-eyed, Tikki nodded. "Then yeah, I feel that too."
As they neared the ancient Cathedral Chat noticed an unusually large number of people flocking around the bottom, pointing and gasping up at the figure poised delicately on a gargoyle. Marinette was a sight to behold, even if she was being killed from the inside out. Her black hair billowed from the wind, like a black storm around her head. Her pale arms stretched up above her head, as if calling out to the sky for help, for relief for the excruciating pain she was in. Something, anything, to relieve the pain in her heart and oily blackness seeping through her soul.
"Chat…help…me"