Chapter 7: Marinette Protects Chat Blanc Chapter by beccalovesyuge
Summary:
Prompt: Marinette (tries) to protect Chat Blanc.
The angst is strong with this one, my catbugs.
The police loomed over the small girl, but she held her ground. Her arms were spread wide to act as an additional shield to the akuma curled on the ground behind her. "I won't let you take him away!" She repeated.
A heavily armored officer stepped forward. "That's not Chat Noir anymore! He's a monster and we have to deal with him properly!"
No, he wasn't Chat Noir anymore. She agreed full heartedly with that statement. But the boy who was hurting was still in there somewhere. Even though Paris burned in ruins around them, Chat Noir was not completely gone. She had to believe that. She had to believe that her partner, her friend, her kitty was not gone. His leather might be bleached and his eyes swirled with purple, but to her, he was still Chat.
"After all the good he's done, you turn your backs on him?" She countered. She just needed to stall long enough for Tikki to recharge and then she could purify him. She could fix the city and her kitty. "Just give Ladybug a few more minutes!"
The offer shook his head. "No. We have to end all of this permanently. If they can't protect themselves, how can we continue to trust them to protect Paris?"
"He's your only hope!" She screamed, tears of anger and frustration slipping from her eyes and burning down her cheeks. "If you kill him, Ladybug will not help you stop Hawkmoth." If they killed him, took him away, she would give up her earrings, her mantle. "She needs him. And Paris needs her." She hated to admit that she was the only one who could save them, but it was the truth as much as she declined to believe it.
"Back down now or you will be considered an accomplice." The captain cocked his gun and it signaled a few other echoing clicks among those gathered.
They would kill her, she realized. They would kill an innocent girl just to rid themselves of something they feared. She lowered her arms and turned away from them to face the beaten kitten at her feet. Marinette met the gaze of the cat as he peered up at her weakly. His top lip quivered and she could barely see the points of his fangs. "Princess-"
Marinette dropped to her knees. The sudden pain on her joints and flesh meant nothing as she draped herself across Chat Blanc. Her face was so close to his; their lips nearly brushing as she curled closer to him. "We're a team, Chaton."
The boy in her arms trembled as his toxic head swirled with her words. "Lady-"
His words were drowned out by the sounds of their execution.