\\Marinette P.O.V\\
/The Day Of/
No, no, it can't be. Chat, Chat is Adrien. No.
"I'm so stupid," I whisper. Of course, it's him. Adrien is Chat Noir. It makes complete sense. They have the same freaking hair color.
"That's what I said," he chuckles.
"What?"
"That's what I said when I found out," he trailed off. "You know what? It doesn't matter." He looks lost. The hope in his eyes is still there, but he slumps down in defeat because I took his ring. He acts like I peeled off his protective skin.
Now is your chance. Kill him.
"No."
He's the only thing standing in your way.
"I won't!"
Why can't complete one simple task? When the boy is dead, you can do anything you want.
"You don't know me. I will never kill him. Never."
Have it your way then.
I fell due to searing hot pain in my head. All around me, a cloud of voices told me to obey, told me to end the pain. I would never give in. Not anymore. It was unbearable. A constant beat pounded in my head. Time seemed to speed up. The voices grew louder and harder to fight.
I will not let this control me, so I began to take off my gloves. Everything roared louder as I attempted to rip off these gloves. Air turned cool. The Hawkmoth in my mind was screaming, telling me to turn back. Never.
"Chat," I mumbled while handing out the gloves. "There's the Akuma. Get it out of me, please."
Then I passed out.
\\Adrien P.O.V.\\
Well, that was interesting. I was just standing next to her, and she started yelling to herself.
Fun.
The sky was turning dark, and the stars began to shine. It took me awhile to convince myself to come and deal with Marinette. To be perfectly honest, I was scared. I was scared of what would've happened if she couldn't fight the Akuma. I'm glad I came in the end. She needed me to be there for her. Marinette fought it and won.
I had the gloves, but how was I supposed to destroy them. I tried ripping them, but they were made out of leather. I tried stomping on them, but that didn't do anything. Maybe I could burn them. Just before I walked away, a hand grabbed my leg.
Marinette shakily stood up, clutching by the arm on the way. She looked so tired compared to her usual self.
" You better get out of that glove, Hawkmoth. I won't wait any longer," she said with an annoyed glare.
Almost instantly, the butterfly flew out. Before it could fly away, I grabbed it.
"Now what?"
\\Hawkmoth P.O.V.\\
I finally know who those rascals are: Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste.
I will find them and take their Miraculous. I will finally have the power that I have been craving. People will appreciate me and all of my accomplishments. I will be godlike. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot someone.
"Who are you!?" I command, turning towards the direction of the person. What I saw changed me. It was a woman. She was wearing a white dress that mystically swayed. Her golden hair was down but perfectly arranged. A glowing light seemed to emit from her.
"Who are you?" I said again but in more of a whisper.
"That doesn't matter. What is important is what you know."
"What do I know that is so important? Why is it that you are here?" I regained my composure.
"The identity of the city's heroes. You cannot know this," she replied just as firmly.
"How dare you! I am supposed to know this. It is my destiny!" I raised my voice. She gave me a sad look and glided towards me.
"I'm sorry for this."
"For what? What are you going to do to me?" I began to panic. I tried to run away, but my feet were glued to the floor. "Why can't I move? What have you done?" She was so close that I could count the number of freckles on her face. The strange woman brought her hand up to my face. She pressed a thumb to my forehead, and everything went black.
It was morning, and I don't remember walking into this room. Everything felt hazy. I pulled out my phone to check the time. I looked underneath the time, and to my disbelief, it said Saturday.
Last time I'd checked, it was Wednesday.
"Huh," I mumbled, "Maybe I bumped my head.
Ok, I'm done with the main story. Woo! I had no idea on how to end this, so I just made Hawkmoth lose all of his memory that this even happened. I didn't want to write a whole other book about Ladybug and Chat getting harassed. Sorry about the wait.
-Em
