'I'm coming as fast as I can, Marinette, hold on. Please, I can't lose you,'
Right, left, right, left.
Thoughts reeled through Chat Blanc's mind, his mind racing, probably faster than he was speeding throughout the city of lights. Those lights illuminating him every few moments he moved to get to the city outskirts. He leaped over each gap in between each building swiftly. Strong, but lean legs carrying him across roofs nimbly, sprinting across Paris in record time.
Right, left, right, left.
Chat Blanc knew one more thing that Hawkmoth didn't. The sly feline knew that his lady and his princess were, indeed, the same young woman, unlike the devious villain who believed he was clueless to this fact that made all the difference.
Right, left, right, left.
The cunning tom cat finally reached the edge of the city, settled in a tree in a crouching stance. His eyes narrowed when the luminous violet orbs spotted a dome like building with an enormous tinted skylight in a certain shape.
A perfect circle with curved, yet symmetrical, lines that crossed into each other. They created a loose shape that could look like a beautiful flower.
Or a malicious butterfly.
As Chat Blanc studied the oddly shaped building, the luminous outline of a butterfly reappeared over his face that contained several emotions. The glow of the figure was the only light that pierced through the complete and utter darkness of night. The ominous voice of Hawkmoth filled his head once more.
"I'm impressed, Chat Blanc. You found me rather quickly," The villain didn't stop there. "Usually Ladybug is the one with the wit," The grimace on the poor cat's face just turned into a scowl. He didn't appreciate this man toying with him. However, as the man was making his vile statements, our akumatized feline had leapt from branch to branch of different trees, making his way closer and closer to the ajar window. "Let's see if you really have gotten smarter, or maybe it was just luck,"
Chat Blanc had finally had enough.
A blur of white, platinum, and lavender burst in through the window, knocking the villain in an elegant suit to his feet, and in an instant, Chat Blanc's silver staff was pointed at his neck, the former superhero looming over his controller's form. He spat his own venom laced words.
"Ladybug and I, we are equals,"
