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She looked around at her new surroundings. The floor was a black but, firm. The walls were overwhelmingly white with few pictures of some woman that looked a lot like Bridgette, probably her mom, with some guy with shaggy black hair that was kind of cute. In one picture they were posing in front of some beach with what looked like a little girl, probably Bridgette, photobombing the picture with a wide grin on her face. Red hair surrounded her face, making her look like a little pixie. Marinette smiled at the picture.
She turned around and gazed in utter confusion. The room was about as big as her old college gym. The walls were blindingly white with a red haze surrounding them. The floors were made of a black material that felt soft under her feet, but also firm. There were glass displays of what looked like jewels and hair accessories. To her left, a desk with red holographic video footage.
"So, what do you think?" someone said behind her. Marinette turned around to find Bridgette, arms crossed, wearing a sleeveless red short jumpsuit, the legs coming to her knees, the straps intersected at her chest; with this, she wore sleek black thigh high boots. Instead of her usual hairstyle, her long red hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. She was still wearing her earrings, and she kept her bangs. A smile was playing on her lips.
"When did you have time to change?" Mari asked.
"On the way down here." she shrugged.
"Where are we? How did we get here? Is this some weird prank or something?" she asked. Because right now that would make more sense.
Bri laughed and shook her head. "I wish. But, unfortunately, no. This all real. And to answer your question, welcome to Base Lucky Charm," she walked to one of the many glass cases and lifted up the glass covering. Marinette follows her to the case and saw that there was an opened black box containing a pair of red and black spotted earrings, five dots on each earring. Bridgette picked the box and presented it to Marinette.
"Try these on," she said.
Marinette blinked,"What?"
"Try these on." she waved the box for emphasis.
"Bri, I thought we were supposed to be trying on clothes," she said for the second time.
Bri shook her head. "Remember what I told you. I'll explain everything, but first put these on," she said.
"Ok," Marinette replied and placed the jewels in her ears. She shuddered as she felt a string of energy rolled down her spine.
"What now?" she said turning to Bridgette.
"Just say 'Spots on'" Bri said.
"Spots on?" she said.
Once again, she was surrounded by a swarm of bright red and pink lights. But instead of going it away immediately, they swarmed around her, blinding her.
"Woah," she shrieked. "What is happening?!" She squeezed her eyes shut. Suddenly she heard Bridgette's voice.
"Marinette."
She squeaked. "Yeah?"
"You can open your eyes now."
Marinette looked down to find herself in a tight red black-spotted skin-tight bodysuit. Her hair up in twin pigtails that she hasn't worn since college. A black spotted yo-yo tied to her hip.
"Where are my clothes?! How do I take this off," she asked, trying to look at her back to see if there was a zipper.
The woman shook her head. "That's not important. I need to teach you how to use your new powers."
"Powers? But magic doesn't exist." Marinette looked as Bri tapped around to her waistline and tapped out a pattern.
Bri laughed. "Oh, yes it does. Believe me, or I wouldn't be here right now.
Everywhere she tapped, the area glowed white and popped out little ladybugs, all different colors until they hovered around her in a semicircle.
"These are Ladybombs," she pointed to the ladybugs, "Five spots," then at the yo-yo. "Five bombs. The way you activate them is by pressing the spots on top of the bug's back. You will have exactly 10 seconds before it explodes. You can only use so many at a time, so be careful. " Bri grabbed a red ladybomb on Mari's left hip.
"This is the Flamber ladybomb which causes a fierce explosion of flames." she moved counterclockwise explaining each weapon. "And lastly, the yellow Soleil ladybomb a bright light blinds your opponents momentarily, got it?" Bri asked. Then as quickly as the bombs appeared they went back to the spots on her waist, while Marinette stared in awe.
Marinette looked blankly at Bridgette, slightly dazed before shaking herself out of it. And unintentionally ignoring her question."Wha? What is going on? Why am I dressed in a Halloween costume? How is magic even real and how do you even know about magic? How did we get here? Why is there a pair of magical earrings in your garage and..."
"STOP!" Bridgette yelled. Marinette paused fairly shocked at Bri's outburst. Bridgette blew out a breath relieved she'd been able to cut off her rant before replying. "Marinette, what you are wearing is one of most powerful and ancient relics in history except slightly modified. It holds the very essence of creation and good luck. I can't really explain how I got this but I can say this. Those earrings," Bridgette pointed at the ladybug earrings than to the yo-yo, "and that yo-yo has the power to defeat Chat Noir."
Mari's eyes widened. She swallowed hard waiting to hear the what Bridgette said next. "And your here because you are going to stop him."
Marinette shook her head as if that would make the reality of the situation not real. "I'm sorry Bridgette, you must have the wrong person. I can't do this. I'm a total klutz. Besides, I don't even how to use this thing." She threw the yo-yo and winces accidentally hitting her shin with the weapon.
"I thought you said would do anything to stop Chat Noir," Bri said plainly.
She felt blood rush to her cheeks. "I-I meant like sending an anonymous tip or-or luring him into a trap. Not being a bloody superhero!"
"But Marinette, you're the Chosen One," Bridgette said. "You have so much love and compassion I know you would never abuse the jewels. You take self- defense classes so you already know combat. You're witty, smart and can think outside of the box when need be." Her eyes gleamed brightly. "Whatever you don't know how I can teach you. You're perfect!"
Marinette shook her head. "This hero stuff is not cut out for me. Go find somebody who can actually do the job," she lifts her hands to take off the earrings.
"Wait no! Don't do that!" Bridgette said. As she took off the earrings she felt a cold shiver run down her spine but snubbed the feeling. Mari looked at herself relieved to find her normal clothes on. Glancing up she found Bridgette holding her gut, her eyes contorted in pain. She rushed over lifting Bri up.
"Bridgette are you okay," she asked.
Bri smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just ate something bad, I guess." She looked up at Marinette trying to reassure her through the action only causing the Mari to be even more concerned for her friend. "Are you sure? There's a hospital right around the .."
"I'm fine really," Bri said promptly pushing off Mari's shoulder and heading towards a white door. "Come on. It's getting late we need to get you home before Death hours." She said before opening the door to present another flight of stairs. Mari nodded, following her to the steps.
Ever since Chat's villainous rise to fame the streets of Paris are no longer safe. The death rate tripled, burglaries have skyrocketed, and the police have barely any power against even the pettiest of crimes especially at night. So, the citizens of the capital decided to call this time of night the Death hours, a time where no one lurked outside, doors were locked, windows were barred, and the people hope that they won't be Chat's or any other criminal's next victim.
The duo headed walked up the stairs, past the kitchen and back to thru the door once more to head to the car. Before getting into the vehicle Mari noted that Bridgette had changed back into her normal clothes, but ignored it deciding that she had reached her crazy level for the day. After locking the door, Bri starts the engine to the vehicle, with Marinette riding shotgun. She turns out of the driveway, humming happily to some American song before asking. "So, where are we heading?"
"Rouge Boulevard," she said.
"Rouge Boulevard,"Bridgette asked.
"Yeah, turn right at the next intersection."
"Oh, I know where to go. I'm just curious about how you even afford a place like that. Don't get me wrong I don't think your broke or anything but um...Isn't that place kind of rich kid central?" Bri rambled nervously tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.
Mari laughed at her remark. "I get what you mean about the Boulevard. I'm rooming with the daughter of the owners, they're pretty close with my parents so as a favor, they let me split an apartment with her for free." She paused pressing her lips together. "Chana Dolinsky, to exact. I think she told me something about modeling for Waspe industries."
"Ah, Chana Dolinsky" Bri paused before snapping her fingers. "I heard that before Waspe offered her the job, Gabriel Agreste personally asked for her, but declined saying she'd never work for an arrogant lowlife like him. I also heard it was pretty funny," she chuckled.
Mari looked at her in shock. "How did you hear that," she asked. Chana had never told her anything about talking to Gabriel Agreste. The car passed under a bridge causing artificial light to illuminate eerily on Bri's face.
"I have my ways," Bri said smugly. Mari raised a brow.
" How come we haven't heard this on the news? "
"Well, let's just say Mr. Agreste bribed every news station to never speak of the incident. So, let's just keep this between you and me."
Mari nodded slightly bemused at the situation. She made a mental note to ask Chana about this later.
Bri paused. "You can keep the earrings."
Mari looked at her confused before it dawned on her. " Bridgette, I told you I'm not doing this hero thing for you." She said plainly. There was no way Bridgette was going to talk her into this. Not this time.
"I know but just... think about it okay? I'll feel better knowing that you have them."
Marinette shrugged not really liking the arrangement before changing the subject.
For the remainder of the ride, Mari chatted with Bri about mundane things like school, work, and fashion. Right when they were rounding the last block to Rouge Boulevard, suddenly Mari felt the car sputter and cough, causing Bridgette to pull over by a closed hair salon.
Bri groaned looking at her dashboard. "Out of gas."
"Don't you have a spare gallon in your trunk," she asked.
Bri brightened popping the trunk open and got out of the car. "Great thinking sugar cube. Be my look out for me will ya?" Mari followed her lead and head for the trunk. She watched as Bri sifted through the trunk while simultaneously looking out for any danger. Soon, Bridgette came up with a red plastic gallon. She shook it a couple of times before frowning.
"What is it," Mari asked.
"It's empty."
"What?!" Bri always kept a spare full before going out. This was unlike her.
"Well, not entirely but it's not enough to get you to RB. Lucky us" Bri grumbled as she flung the bottle into the trunk.
"Can't you just call somebody to pick us up?" Surely, someone Bri knew could get to them, the woman has contacts in the North Pole. Can a person even get service there?
"I'll try," Bridgette said dialing a number. Minutes passed before she hung up. Marinette asked if anyone was coming. Bri shook her head.
"They're not picking up and all my other friends are on the other side of town so there's no point in calling them."
"I'll call Chana and tell her to pick us up." She pulls out her phone. "Annnd my batterie's dead. Great," she muttered.
Bri put her head in her hands. "This is all my fault, " she moaned. "I should have never invited you to my house this late at night. I should have remembered to put some gas in my car. I could have sworn it was full yesterday. Now we're stuck out here with no way to get you home and in the middle of death hours no less!"
Marinette walked over to the distraught woman and hugged her. "It's okay Bridgette." She paused trying to think of a way to cheer her up. "Remember that time I told you how I lost Manon in the mall?" She asked.
Bri looked up and giggled. "That was pretty funny. Didn't mall security find her in a candy store eating chocolate?"
"She ate 112 francs worth of chocolate. I couldn't buy a new fabric because of that girl," she grumbled. "But that's not the point. I had an hour before I had to bring her back to her mom. I freaked out. I asked anyone that passed by me had seen Manon. All of them just shook their heads until finally, someone told me to go to mall security. You know how the rest goes."
"So what was the point of this story?" Bri asked.
"The point is that the solution to a problem may be found the least expected place. It's not always easy to but the important thing is to stay positive and don't give up. There's always a way out of things."
"What is this some cliche sitcom? I'm supposed to be giving you the pep talk not the other way around," she chuckled.
"Eh, we all need a little motivation every now and then don't we?" Mari smiled before letting her go. "Now, let's find a way to get us both home."
Bri nodded, before closing the truck door and getting up on the sidewalk. "We could always go on foot," Bridgette suggested. "It should take us... thirty minutes tops if we speed walk."
Mari creased her brows in concern. "What about your car?" she asked. It was Death hours after all. Someone could easily break in and highjack it.
Bri blew a raspberry. "It'll be fine. There's nothing in there that's of value. Well, unless you count old lipstick tubes to be worth anything," she said nonchalantly.
Mari shrugged still kind of uncomfortable about the entire situation. "Ok, then I guess we're ready-" Mari froze hearing a sadly familiar voice. Oh, no. Not again.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
I finished it! I'm so proud of myself. I'm just gonna say for the record I, Loomyladybug, shall be a slow writer. I actually already wrote up to chapter 10 I believe on paper. So when I try to convert it online I always change something so that's also a good reason why I update late. Oh, that reminds me I need some beta readers because sometimes I read over my chaps and certain things here and there make me cringe so I believe some of you guys out there are cringing so I feel like I need one. If you're interested comment below. I'm looking for someone who has a lot more experience in writing. Also if anyone finds a flaw in my work please let me know I would really appreciate it.
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