This is where it gets kinda intense. Sorry not sorry.
Marinette sat her desk, staring blankly at her homework. It wasn't getting done any time soon. Was there even a point in trying anymore? If she didn't know the answers now, she wasn't going to know them later.
"Are you any good at physics, Tikki?" Marinette asked and she spun around mindlessly in her chair. Tikki watched her friend spin round and round. "Nope!" Tikki squeaked. "Go figure," Marinette moaned. She decided it was time to give up.
Marinette stood up and stretched her arms. "It's time for a break," she decided aloud. Tikki rolled her eyes and sat on top of Marinette's physics book. She crossed her little arms and pouted. She kicked Marinette's pencil towards the human girl. "I don't think so," Tikki said, sounding like someone's mother. "You better finish it now otherwise you won't do it at all."
Marinette grumbled and grabbed her pencil. She knew Tikki was right, but didn't want to admit that. Besides, these physics problems wouldn't do themselves and they were due tomorrow. Sometimes Marinette wished she had been given physics powers instead of her Miraculous. That would have had more practical applications.
Marinette gazed out her window. It was nighttime and the moon was rising high into the sky. Paris looked so peaceful. There weren't any clouds or rain. It was a perfect night. Protecting Paris was hard work and it made Marinette happy to see that the city had its pleasant moments too. All that work was worthwhile because of tiny moments like this. Marinette took one last look before returning to her homework. Yes, all was well in Paris or so she thought.
Chat Blanc ran under the cover of night. He didn't blend in as well because of his white suit, but he didn't care if anyone saw him. "Where should I begin?" he thought evilly to himself. There was much havoc to wreak and it was hard to decide where to start. Paris was full of devious people that he had to remove.
"Let's start things off with a bit of destruction."
Chat Blanc tightened his fist and a glowing, black mist radiated from it. With Hawk Moth's powers, there was no limit on his cataclysm. He could use it as often as he wanted. He could destroy as much as he wanted. Chat Blanc looked around for his first target and smiled when he saw just what he was looking for.
A stuck-up looking businessman was yelling at a cowering employee. The businessman was pointing at the side of a building that had clearly just been painted. The paint dripped from the sides and onto the ground. The job was incomplete. "You fool!" the businessman yelled, about ready to slap his incompetent employee. "I told you to have this done yesterday! This property is critical to seal tomorrow's deal and it looks like complete trash! I should fire you right here!"
"I'm sorry, sir," the employee said, shaking. It was obvious that he felt bad about his mistake, but there wasn't anything he could do now. The businessman continued to scream at the poor man when Chat Blanc jumped onto the roof of the painted building. "What do we have here?" Chat Blanc hissed. He bared his fangs at the businessman.
"C-Chat Noir?" the man stuttered, taking a few steps back. "Why are you here? I'm just dealing with my incompetent employee. Is there something you need? Anything at all?"
"Actually, there is. I noticed you were being quite the tyrant." Chat Blanc jumped to the ground and stepped in front of the businessman. He leaned close and stared straight into the man's eyes. "I don't like people like you. You remind me of someone I greatly dislike" Chat Blanc said. He started to walk in circles around the man. By now, the scared employee had run of, not only frightened of his boss, but also of Chat Blanc.
"You think you know everything," Chat Blanc whispered. "You think you have control and that you own this world. Do you have the right to dictate people's lives? No, you really don't. People like you don't deserve to be happy. Not after all the crimes you've committed." Chat Blanc touched his hand to the half-painted building. The businessman watched in horror as the entire thing crumbled to dust. Chat Blanc looked at his handiwork with a sense of pride. He admired his hand and said under his breath, "This is certainly stronger than before, but it still isn't enough. I need more power."
Chat Blanc looked over at the businessman with a devilish grin. If his cataclysm could destroy entire buildings, what could it do to a single human being? The businessman panicked as Chat Blanc took a step towards him. The man ran away screaming. Chat Blanc laughed and licked his lips. "That's more like it," he grinned.
"But it isn't enough," he thought to himself. "Who cares if I can turn things to dust or scare people? That won't change anything. If I'm going to make a difference in this place, I'm going to have to take matters into my own paws. If I'm going to be happy, things need to get a little messy." Chat Blanc wouldn't be limited by the powers Hawk Moth gave him. He was too good to be restricted by an obsessive fool like him. He would handle his happiness on his own terms.
The outline of a pink butterfly appeared over Chat Blanc's face. "What are you doing?" Hawk Moth cursed. His voice was directly inside Chat Blanc's head. "You must find Ladybug and go after her miraculous! This is no time to be tearing down buildings!"
"I'll go when I'm ready, old man," Chat Blanc growled. He was getting irritated with Hawk Moth's interference.
"Don't defy me," Hawk Moth retorted. Chat Blanc felt his hands shake uncontrollably. It must be Hawk Moth trying to control him. Quickly, Chat Blanc got his hands back under his own power.
"Understand?" Hawk Moth asked. Chat Blanc could just imagine the villain's smug grin and wished he could tear it off his face.
"I understand," Chat Blanc replied obediently. The butterfly outline disappeared and Hawk Moth's voice retreated. Once Chat Blanc was sure Hawk Moth was gone, his lips upturned into a cheeky grin. "I'll get that damn miraculous, but there's one stop I have to make beforehand," Chat Blanc purred.
He thrust himself onto the roofs and ran across them. A familiar background came into sight. There was the College Francoise Dupont, the park, the plaza, and…
"Here it is," Chat Blanc grinned as he jumped onto the roof of his own mansion. Without hesitation, he swung down and smashed the window to his bedroom. Avoiding the glass shards, he stepped in. It felt odd to be breaking into his own home. With his heightened senses, Chat Blanc felt the presence of only a single other person in the house. Nathalie must have gone home already. How perfect. Only his victim remained.
Chat Blanc walked through the house, not hesitating to destroy everything in his path. He turned doors into dust and knocked over potted plants. Wreaking simple chaos brought him great pleasure. Chat Blanc heard footsteps from the top floor of the mansion. By now, his father must have noticed someone making noise. It would be a hassle if he tried to escape.
Chat Blanc quickened his pace and began to run. He sprinted up the stairs and arrived at a large door. It was the entrance to his father's room. He hadn't been in there ever since his mother vanished. Gabriel Agreste had forbid it as if the room held some dark secret. An old memory briefly flashed through Chat Blanc's mind.
When he was little, he would sit with his mother on her bed, cuddled beside her. They would wrap themselves in old blankets and lay their heads on the same pillow. Adrien always visited his mother before going to sleep so she could read him a bedtime story. His favorite stories were ones about superheroes who saved the world. He would see the Paris skyline through the giant window in his parents' bedroom and imagined what it would be like to have superheroes in his own beloved city.
As his mother read the story, his eyes would droop and he would feel himself drift into dreamland. Strong, but caring hands would lift him out of the bed to carry him back to his bedroom. He would lay his head against his father's shoulder and whisper his mother a sweet "good night" to which she would giggle and wave good-bye. His father would take him to his bedroom, set him in bed, and tuck him in. As his father left the room and turned out the lights, Adrien would yawn and say, "Good night, daddy." His father would smile widely and respond, "Good night, Adrien."
Chat Blanc shook his head, trying to make the memories to go away. He didn't need those anymore. They were a part of his past. The past he despised. Chat Blanc touched his hand to his father's door and shouted, "Cataclysm!" The door disintegrated and Chat Blanc stepped in, searching for his prey.
The room was different than he remembered. It was almost completely dark. There was no place for any light to sneak in. Luckily for Chat Blanc, he had night vision. He noticed that all the furniture was gone. The bed he spent many nights in had vanished. The room was so empty that every footstep Chat Blanc took echoed. It was void of the life it once contained.
That was when he heard a strange noise above him. He looked up and saw hundreds of white butterflies flying around the room. Together, the soft sound of their wings moving became loud and vibrated against the walls. There was a mechanical whirl as the room's window spiraled open. Light from the moon flooded in and it became obvious what Chat Blanc was looking at.
In the middle of the room was a serious man in a mask. He was leaning on a cane and had a permanent frown etched into his face. "Did you chase after me?" the man taunted, staring at the floor. He didn't make eye contact. His hand was clenched tightly in a fist.
"What a disobedient akuma…" The man tried to sound confident, but there was something shaky in his voice. He wasn't afraid of confrontation. No, there was some other reason he was nervous.A greater worry bothered him.
"I can't say I expected to find you here," Chat Blanc laughed. His voice resonated and became amplified against the metallic walls. It made his laugh seem even more twisted. "But now everything seems to make sense. I always knew you were a dirty bastard, Hawk Moth."
Hawk Moth's eyes narrowed. He surveyed his opponent with a calculating glare. He didn't know how Chat Blanc had found him. His hideout was a secret and an akuma had never turned on him like this. Normally, he could keep them under his control, but Chat Blanc was different. There was a burning passion for revenge unlike anything Hawk Moth had ever encountered. This akuma, he was dangerous.
Hawk Moth's grip tightened on his cane. A deep worry plagued his mind. Chat Blanc had broken into his home. Did that mean he had hurt Adrien? Hawk Moth stepped forward bravely, inviting Chat Blanc to fight. If that accursed cat had dared to touch his son, he would pay the price.
"You're so eager to fight?" Chat Blanc said, running his tongue across his fangs. "I didn't think you loved me, but you must really want me dead!" Chat Blanc whipped out his baton and extended it. He pointed it at Hawk Moth and declared, "I guess the feeling is mutual."
Chat Blanc lunged at Hawk Moth, swinging his baton towards his head. Hawk Moth swiftly dodged the attack and stabbed at Chat Blanc with his cane. It hit Chat Blanc in the ribs, but it was hardly a painful blow. That flimsy cane would cause no damage. Chat Blanc tossed his baton aside and bared his claws. They were as sharp as knives. They probably could cut through steel.
Chat Blanc slashed at Hawk Moth, knocking the cane away. With Hawk Moth stunned, Chat Blanc kicked him in the stomach, shoving the man to the ground. Hawk Moth let out a grunt and looked up angrily at Chat Blanc.
"You're nothing more than a pathetic butterfly. All show and no substance," Chat Blanc teased. He leaned in close to Hawk Moth and put one of his claws against the villain's throat. One false movement and Paris's public enemy number one would be decapitated.
"Damn cat." Hawk Moth bit his lip, trying to ignore the pain his body was in. Bruises had already begun to form. He snarled and said, "I won't lose this fight. I have bigger goals to achieve. Unlike a stray as yourself, I have people I need to protect."
Chat Blanc's eyes widened. The idea of Hawk Moth having anyone he cared about was laughable. The man was ruthless and would stop at nothing to steal Chat Noir and Ladybug's miraculous. There was no room for love in his heart. If he was trying to gain Chat Blanc's pity before he died, he was failing. Chat Blanc planned on showing no remorse.
Hawk Moth took a deep breath and tried to jump back to his feet. Immediately, Chat Blanc struck him back down. Hawk Moth fell against the floor and remained motionless, sprawled against the cold tile.
"Enough chatting," Chat Blanc sighed as he kneeled down besides the crippled villain. The cat spied a shiny object pinned to the top of Hawk Moth's suit. It was shaped like a butterfly with a familiar looking stone in the center.
"Mommy, what's that?" Adrien said, pointing at the brooch clipped onto his mother's shirt. "Can I touch it?"
"Of course," his mother smiled. "But be careful. It's a special gift from your father. Isn't it sweet?" Adrien grabbed the corners of the brooch. It was a lovely metallic color, but that wasn't what interested him the most. The shiny stone in the middle caught his eye. "What's that?" Adrien asked, eyeing the pearl.
"That's called a peal," his mother explained. "They come from the ocean. An oyster eats a piece of sand and after a while, it turns into a pearl!" Adrien listened to his mother's words in excitement. How was it possible to make a pearl from only a tiny grain of sand?
"Wow!" Adrien gasped in amazement. "It's really pretty."
"Yes it is." Adrien's mother lifted him off her lap and set him down on the ground. "I'm going to check on your father," she explained. "I don't want him to work himself too hard. You play out here until I come back, okay?"
"Okay!" Adrien gave his mother a toothy grin. All he could think about was her brooch. He was fascinated by the story about pearls. It sounded like magic.
"I'll be taking this," Chat Blanc shouted as he pulled the brooch off. Hawk Moth let out a feeble groan, but didn't have the energy to resist. There was a dull, pink glow and in Hawk Moth's place laid none other than Gabriel Agreste. A pink butterfly-like creature flew out of the pin and across the room. It let out a weak cry as it gazed upon its master on the floor, almost unconscious.
"How the mighty have fallen," Chat Blanc mused as he ripped off the golden bell that hung around his neck. He carelessly tossed it its place, he pinned the butterfly-shaped brooch. Immediately, the pink kwami was sucked back into the miraculous, not even having a chance to speak. It was trapped in the miraculous, just like Plagg probably was.
Chat Blanc hadn't given much thought about the fate of his kwami. He assumed that Plagg had become trapped in the ring Chat Blanc wore in his finger. "Good riddance," Chat Noir laughed to himself. He didn't need to worry about that lazy, annoying creature any longer. He maintained his miraculous powers even without Plagg.
Chat Blanc reached his hand out in the air and a white butterfly landed on his finger. "Interesting…" he smiled as he examined the butterfly. "Despite you losing your miraculous, I still retain the powers you gave me. There really are no limits on my abilities anymore." Gabriel Agreste looked up at Chat Blanc in horror.
This wasn't what he intended. All he wanted was someone to steal Ladybug's miraculous. He needed her power. All he wanted was for his family to become whole again. To see his son smile as innocently as before. He had grown so distant from his son, trying to protect him until he retrieved the miraculouses and could make things right again. He wanted Adrien to live the perfect life and have a shining future, but everything had blown up in his face.
"Where is my son?" Gabriel moaned. He knew Chat Blanc wasn't going to spare him. In his last moments, he needed to know if Adrien was okay. That was the only thing that mattered anymore. "He's not here anymore," Chat Blanc said with a twisted smile. His sudden movement caused the white butterfly to fly away. "He's been replaced by someone much better. Don't you think, father?"
Gabriel Agreste's eyes widened. "N-no," he stammered. He used one of his arms to help himself up. "You can't be. It isn't possible!" he said. His hands were shaking violently and his face was pale. Chat Blanc stood up and crossed his arms with a cheeky grin. "Who knew revenge was going to be so satisfying?"
Chat Blanc grabbed his father by the waist and threw him over his shoulder. Gabriel Agreste gasped as Chat Blanc took him and jumped out the window, destroying it. The shattered glass knocked off Gabriel's glasses and cut his skin. Chat Blanc seemed to have been cut too, but he didn't mind as small patches of blood appeared on his face. He felt no pain.
"You deserve to go out with a bang," Chat Blanc whispered to his victim. He sprinted across the Paris rooftops at an alarming speed. He was too excited. He didn't want to wait any longer. There was only one place where Chat Blanc could finish off his father. Gabriel Agreste was a man of high status and importance. He demanded attention and when he entered a room, all eyes were on him. So naturally, all eyes would be on him as he died.
Chat Blanc gazed up proudly at the Eiffel Tower. It was shining bright like it did every night, illuminated by thousands of lights. It was the perfect sacrificial altar. Chat Blanc dug a claw into his father's side, causing the man to cry out in pain.
"Look," Chat Blanc commanded. He forced Gabriel's head upwards so he could see the tower. "Isn't it lovely?" Chat Blanc purred. "It'll be even lovelier with your blood spilled at the bottom."
Chat Blanc jumped onto the tower and climbed up. He could hear the confused murmurs of the people down below. "They're in for a show," he thought happily. Once he reached the top observation deck, he grabbed his father by the collar of his shirt. His grip was so tight that any resistance would be a waste of energy. It was easier to accept death.
"Adrien, please!" Gabriel begged. His voice was wavering and there were tears in his eyes. His hair was out of place and there was blood on his face. Chat Blanc had never seen his father look so scared. His fur stood on end thinking about it. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. Chat Blanc had never been more excited.
He stepped forward, tightening his grip. Gabriel gagged since Chat Blanc was almost choking him. Chat Blanc extended his arm and held Gabriel off the edge of the Eiffel Tower. The crazed kitty could see cars zooming by down below and people walk around innocently. But a crowd was starting to form. People had noticed someone up on the tower.
"Good," Chat Blanc thought. "I want all of Paris to witness this moment."
News trucks and cameras littered the ground below. This event was definitely on TV. It would be headline news.
"Smile for the cameras," Chat Blanc laughed as he relaxed his grip on his father. Gabriel was being held by only the collar of his shirt. Chat Blanc leaned into his father and whispered, "You'll want to look your best."
Chat Blanc looked down at the crowd and said in his proudest voice, "Hello, everyone! I hope you're having a good time watching. This is only a preview of what is to come."
Chat Blanc released his hand, expecting his father to plummet to the cement below. However, Gabriel wrapped his hands around Chat Blanc's arms, hanging on for dear life.
"Adrien, please!" Gabriel screamed again. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't know. I'm sorry, son."
His legs had nothing to stand on. There was nothing between him and the ground. Everything had gone wrong. He tried to help his son, but instead ruined him. He had turned his son into this… this monster.
"Perhaps I deserve to die…" Gabriel thought as he looked up at his son. The pale moonlight reflected off Chat Blanc's suit, giving him an unnatural glow. The eyes he saw looking back at him weren't the kind, green eyes of his son. They were the eyes of a madman obsessed with power.
Chat Blanc pouted and shoved his claws into Gabriel's hands. Gabriel cried out in pain and let go. Chat Blanc watched as Gabriel plummetedl towards the ground, but his expression wasn't what Chat Blanc had expected. Instead of terrified eyes, Gabriel looked content. His expression was sad with tears falling from his face.
Chat Blanc scowled as he turned away from the edge of the tower. Even in death that old man was still trying to ruin his fun. "Whatever," Chat Blanc thought. "That's one problem out of the way. Now, there's just one more thing to take care of."
Chat Blanc looked up at the moon, amazed at how bright it was tonight. He couldn't have picked a better night. For a brief moment, Chat Blanc felt sad that he wouldn't be able to share it with his lady. "Damn her," he scolded himself. "She dared reject me, but I'll spare her life. If I'm going to be happy, I'll need her by my side." He chuckled at the thought of Ladybug wrapped around his arms. She would be putty in his hands.
Chat Blanc was so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't notice the sound of someone landing on the tower behind him. Angry footsteps approached him and there was a familiar voice.
"Chat Noir."