Benjamin had been scrolling through the Ladyblog for a good five hours, picking apart every scrap of information he gathered. Eryn said she needed to get home to feed her thirteen, black cats before they rained down their destructive, bad luck on her apartment complex and cursed the next three generations of her family to live their lives in a constant state of misery and woe.

He rolled his eyes and sent her on her way, asking that she scrub any information about the day's events from the most popular super hero blog sights.

Now he sat by the fountain outside The Louvre waiting for his appointment with one miss Alya Césaire. He needed to discuss a few things with the avid blogger.

"Hi," a voice called from his right. "You must be Benjamin. I'm Alya. You wanted to talk to me about my blog?"

Benjamin smiled. Time to get to work. "Alya! Hi! It's so good to meet you. I've been away from Paris for a good five years and when I got back, I was certainly intrigued to hear about super heroes and super villains in our city. I didn't know much until I discovered your blog. Great work on it, by the way. I was wondering if you'd be interested in helping me out with a project."

"Um… thanks." Alya fidgeted a bit. "What kind of project?"

The twenty-something removed the glasses from his face, cleaning the lenses with the end of his shirt. He held them up to the waning light for inspection. "You see, miss Alya, I too am a journalist. I travel the world and right about the things I see. I have quite the following." He offered her a warm smile. She relaxed and sat beside him. "I'm impressed with your work and would like to do a piece about the heroes of Paris. From Ladybug and Chat Noir, all the way down to the simplest of kind acts that even a child can show. I'd like you to help me write it."

He watched her excitement grow.

"Your blog is already quite popular, but I have followers from all over the globe. Can you imagine having that for your blog? What do you say, Alya? Will you help me?"

The dark skinned girl jumped to her feet. "Are you kidding me? That would be amazing! When do we start?"

Kids. They were honestly just too easy.

Benjamin picked up a notebook he had laid beside him. "First thing's first. I need to make sure I've got my facts straight. I need you to tell me everything you know about Ladybug and Chat Noir. Even the smallest details. Can you do that?"

She smirked. "Of course. I know everything there is to know about them. Well… everything except for who they are underneath their masks. But I'm working on that."

"Good. Let's begin, then. Tell me everything."

Hawk Moth watched through the eyes of his Akuma as the white maned man scrambled up the tower in search of the perfect place to perch himself. He listened as the Huntsman mumbled and sang to himself about all he had planned and how he would squash the bug and skin the cat and crush the snake.

"And rubies and diamonds and bugs and kittens will be yours, my friend. But my throat is parched and the rain just won't do. Where is my river, red as scarlet and full of metal? Let me have my fill! Yes, let them scream my name! Come bugs and be crushed by my boot! Come cats and be swung by your tails! Come vipers and be skinned by your master!" He laughed giddily.

"But first I'd like a sandwich. Would you get me a sandwich, little friend?" he asked the butterfly.

It lighted on his finger, but did not absorb into his skin.

"Huntsman," a voice said in the back of his mind. "I am Hawk Moth. I want to help you catch the bugs and kittens."

"I thought you were a butterfly. My apologies, little moth. How are you on my finger and in my mind at the same time?"

"Oh, I have powers you cannot believe, my friend. Powers I could share with you to help you accomplish your goals."

Huntsman lifted the butterfly to his nose and scooted it on. "And will your words ring within the walls of my mind for long? The others aren't fond of company. Oh, well! I'll have whoever I want!"

The butterfly crawled across his scarred face. "Let me give you power, Huntsman. Let me into your head and we will be unstoppable. We will crush Ladybug and Chat Noir. We will take their Miraculouses and become the most powerful beings in the world."

Huntsman scratched his belly. "I don't like bugs or cats. Too tiny. Too hairy. I'll crush them, yes, but you know what I really want, moth man?" His voice dropped into a low growl. His eyes became focused and murderous. "I want Benny boy to find me. I want him to watch while I destroy his world. And…" he laughed sadistically. "I want to crush the snake's skull."

I somehow love Huntsman right now. Don't worry. He creeps me out as the story goes on.