/112, what's your emergency?/
/He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. Oh my god. He's f* dead!/
/ Ma'am, please slow down and take a deep breath. Who is dead? Can you please describe him for me./
/G-Gabriel Agreste. Gabriel Agreste is dead. Chat Noir killed him./
/I'm sorry, Ma'am. Can you repeat that?/
/Gabriel Agreste is f* dead. Chat Noir Cataclysmed his a/
/…Ma'am have you or anyone you know, taken any narcotics in the past 24 hours?/
/No, I haven't! and there are multiple p-people here that have witnessed Chat killing him! *sobs/
/Alright…Ma'am. I understand, help is on its way./
/ Oh God. Thank you. Thank you. But, He's dead. He's actually f* dead.../
BREAKING NEWS [LIVE: GABRIEL AGRESTE MURDERED AT DINNER PARTY
CNN NEWS REPORTS: FRENCH FASHION MOGUL MURDERED BY LOCAL SUPERHERO
Dash of Saltiness @SaltyBitch
RIP Gabriel Agreste, we will miss you! Jk, that guy was the asshole of all assholes.
I Love Big Butts @AndICannotLie
This is the truth I can't deny! Gabriel Agreste is dead, and I don't even care.
Doggie's waifu @SitBoy!!!
Okay, so Gabriel Agreste is dead. That's really sad. But what about his son? Where's Adrien during all this?
Fabulosa @IAmGLAMOUROUS
@SitBoy!!! Fuck, Adrien. Where's Chat Noir?!!!!
CHAPTER TWO
What Remains After Death
1 HOUR SINCE THE MURDER OF GABRIEL AGRESTE
PARIS, FRANCE— AGRESTE MANSION
FRIDAY 3:30 AM
The Agreste mansion foyer was especially cold this morning. Granted, it was always cold, but what made it even colder was the dead decaying body at the top of the staircase. Originally set up for an extravagant dinner party the night before, numerous tables were overturned and smashed to smithereens, the giant diamond chandelier that hung from the ceiling had crashed to the floor, scattering crystals along the flooring. It now sat haphazardly in the center of the room, its electrical wires sparking.
High-class food was now spoiled and spilled onto the floor, and elegant flutes of expensive wine drenched both tablecloths and tiling. Yet, at the top of the stairs, lying on the soft carpet and charred all over, was the slowly decaying body of Gabriel Agreste. In his hand was a glass of Chardonnay wine, which has since sunk into and stained the carpet forever. It didn't matter now, the fashion mogul was dead.
Surrounding his body and the general area, were multiple police officers of the CSI department, in particular, The AIU. The AIU, or the Akuma Investigation Unit as it was called, was a branch of law enforcement that dealt with any and all things to do with Akuma gone rogue. Wether it's murder, mugging, or kidnapping, the AIU is on the case.
Currently, the AIU and members of the CSI looked over the body of the decaying man on the floor.
"I've never seen a Cataclysm do this much damage." One of the AIU mumbled as they looked him over, inspecting him. "His body…it's burned but at the same time it is slowly decaying. Eroding from the inside out."
"It's the power of Destruction. What do you expect?" Another, a man from CSI says as he pulls a piece of flesh away from the body. As he does, ash-like particles float upwards and into the air. They stay there for a few moments, suspended by nothing.
"What the heck?" The man says, staring at the strange suspended particles.
The woman rolled her eyes. "The best way to describe it would be accelerated Entropic particles, Agent Beaufort. It's nothing new. Word of advice: Don't touch unless you want to end up like an akuma object or this guy here."
The woman proceeded to gesture at the dead Gabriel.
"Right," Agent Beaufort said slowly, "no touching."
Soon, it descended into a somewhat silence, both examining the body in their own different ways.
"Agent Falloni…" said Agent Beaufort a few minutes later, his voice was a higher octave than normal.
Falloni looked up, an annoyed expression plastered across her face. "What, Beaufort? I'm trying to wor—oh, shit." Falloni's eyes went wide as saucers. Why? For a speck of an entropic particle had landed on a bare patch of Beaufort's skin.
"Beaufort…" Falloni spoke in a somewhat calm voice. "You have to—"
"Get it off!" Beaufort yelled, flailing his arm around like it was on fire. But that only it made it worse, the speck of entropic particles which had previously only been a small amount had started to spread. It rippled and expanded, like a stone dropped in a pond. It kept expanding and expanding…
Until there was nothing left but ash on the floor in where Agent Falls no was previously.
"Agent Houston?" The AIU agent spoke in her Walkie talkie. " I think we might have a slight problem."
"God Almighty," A voice grumbled on one of the channels in response. "Why is it always me?"
3 HOURS SINCE THE MURDER OF GABRIEL AGRESTE
PARIS, FRANCE— THE MAYOR'S MANSION
FRIDAY 6:00 AM
Chlóe Bourgeois was having a terrible morning. Frankly, it all started last night but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she, the great Chlóe Bourgeois, was traumatized from watching her pseudo-uncle get murdered by one-half of the Heroes of Paris. So what does the great Chlóe do when traumatized? Simple: she goes on a shopping spree that all money can buy and gorges herself on different kinds of expensive chocolate desserts that are imported from all over the world.
She already got the shopping done and is currently in her spacious sitting room, surrounded by various shopping bags and has situated herself in front of a mountain of chocolate.
Chlóe takes a bite of Chocolate Mousse, trying to drown out the screams of that night. Another bite of Custard silences the choking sound of Uncle Gabe's last breaths. Savage green eyes bare into her, testing her will.Pudding slides down her throat blocking out the hissing, savage words: "I hope you enjoy Hell. Say hello to Satan for me, Monster."
Chlóe drops her fork, hands shaking. She can't help it, she lets out a sob.
"Fuck!" She curses as the fork clatters to the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you!"
She's Chlóe freaking Bourgeois, she's not some damsel in distress, she's not!
Much to her chagrin Chlóe must get the fork under the table. Granted she could get another one, but she feels lazy. Plus, five second rule. Carefully, maneuvering herself Chlóe ducks under the table so she doesn't get anything on her clothes.
"Almost there," She says as her fingers just about touch the fork.
"Pumpkin?" An older male voice, it's her father. Chloe looks up so fast she bumps her head.
Chlóe crawls out from underneath the table, grabbing the fork.
"Yes, Daddy?" She says, trying to make herself look presentable.
"Are you alright?" Her father's face is pinched up in concern, an unusual expression compared to his normal one. The murder has been hard on everyone.
The murder…
She looks at the fork on the floor, she had eaten with a fork like that at the party. The party, the party…
Chlóe's thoughts swam, it was all grey and white, she was nothing and everything. The party, the party…
"CATACLYSM!"
Black adamant rained down, a feral snarl, screams erupted and then…
"Chlóe, darling?" Her father voiced. "Why are you crying?"
Chlóe is shaking, tears running down her cheeks. God, what did that stupid Cat do to her? She's not some weak little girl! She's not!
"Come, darling. Let's get you wrapped in a comfy blanket." Her daddy says as he wraps a comforting arm around her. Chloe nearly flinches as he does.
"Actually," Chlóe whispers. "Can I stay here? I want some time alone."
"Whatever, you want. I'll be in the next room if you need me."
Chlóe nods silently and soon her father leaves.
It's not even three minutes later when her father lets out a scream that Chlóe's come to associate with an Akuma. No matter how scared she is, or how much trauma she is facing, Chloe won't let anything happen to her dad.
She busts into the adjacent room and in it is not an Akuma but her worst nightmare.
Savage green eyes that glint like crushed emeralds, inky black suit, gold-spun hair and savage teeth.
"Hello, Chlóe," says the Devil as he stands over her father's charred and ashy body. "It's time we had a little talk, hmm?"
/112, what's your emergency?/
/H-hello, I'm calling to tell you that my daddy, the m-mayor, is dead. He was killed b-by by…Chat Noir./
/Help is on its way. Don't worry, Ms. Bourgeois. /
/…112, what's your emergency?/
/He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead. Oh my god. He's dead!/
/…112, what's your emergency?/
/CHAT NOIR KILLED MY F* BROTHER GET HERE QUICKLY YOU BASTARDS!/
/…yes, Mademoiselle. *gulps/
/…112, what's your emergency?/
/…112, what's your emergency?/
/…112, what's your emergency?/
/…112, what's your emergency?/
8 HOURS SINCE THE MURDER OF GABRIEL AGRESTE
PARIS, FRANCE— DUPAIN-CHENG HOUSEHOLD
FRIDAY 4:00 PM
Marinette looked at her computer screen in shock and at the headline plastered across the screen. It made her sick and she wanted to throw up.
BREAKING NEWS WITH NADJA CHAMACK: CHAT NOIR MURDER INCREASED BY TENFOLD
What the fuck happened for her partner to go off the rails? Or was it even her partner at all? She had been tricked before, after all.
"Tikki," She says, swivelling to face her kwami in her computer chair. "Is this really him? Or is this an akuma? Or maybe someone stole his ring or maybe it's a form of Chat Blanc or—"
"Marinette!" The kwami said sternly, "I'm certain it's not Chat Blanc or an akuma. I can sense that Plagg's in control and not tainted."
"Wait? You can sense that he's not, like, under someone's control?" Marinette said curiously.
Tikki gave her a flat look. "Yes, I can. Him and I are connected. Creation and Destruction remember? Yin and Yang? Ring any bells?"
"I swear you've gotten more sarcastic over the years." Marinette said, smiling.
"I think it's because I've been spending too much time around you." Tikki jokes back.
"Oh, really?" Marinette quirks an eyebrow. "So does that mean you actually get memes now?"
"No, those still confuse m-"
Tikki's sentence is cut off by a thump on her balcony.
"Quick, hide Tikki!" Marinette hissed. Quick like lightning, Tikki darts into her purse. Marinette's heart is pounding as she unlocks the window to get to the balcony, it's who she expects: Chat Noir.
"Why, hello Purriness~" He purrs lounging on the ledge of her rail. "I've come to see you."
Marinette gives him a look. "Get off, and save the smooth talk. I've got no time for your usual games. Why'd you do it? Why did you kill all those innocent people!"
"None of them are innocent!" He hissed. "Especially Gabriel Agreste."
"Gabriel Agreste is—" Marinette started.
"Hawkmoth." Chat Noir hissed out, his ears flattened against his head.
Marinette choked and took a step back. Then she realized something.
"Just because he's Hawkmoth didn't mean you had to kill him!"
Chat let out a low chuckle. "Oh, that's the thing, Purriness. I had to."
"You had to?"
"He had too much blood on his hands. To many secrets. He needed to be taken out of the equation."
"Taken out?" Marinette whispered. What the actual hell?
"The thing is… I didn't want to do it. I never wanted to kill him." Chat hung his head in defeat. "But, when I choked him to death, when I Cataclysmed him and saw life leave his eyes. Something almost primal inside me got a sickening joy out of it."
Marinette slowly inched backwards towards the hatch that led towards her room.
"There is something almost primal inside me that needs to get out, it gives me a rush of feeling. It makes me feel…free. I hated it at first. But, the more I took a life and hunted down those that sided with that man the more I enjoyed."
"Oh my god." Marinette choked out. "You're insane."
"No," he snarled. "I am Free."
And when he finally turned around and looked up at her, his eyes were unhinged.
"I think it's time you left Chat." Marinette's voice was trying to keep steady.
Chat's whole body went still. "For now? Yes, that's good. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"No," Marinette choked out. "I want you to leave…forever."
A/N: I'm sorry...jk I'm really not.
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"He betrayed my trust, why shouldn't I do the same in return? WHY SHOULDN'T I?!"
—Ladybug