Previously on Destruction...

"I bullied her since we were kids, but never to the point Lila had. I really don't want to hurt anyone. I wanted my mother to be proud of me since Lila claimed that she knew her. I'm really sorry for what I've done. I wish I could make it up to her." Yes, she did bully Marinette. She had expected the bluentte to stand strong. She just didn't expect to lose someone who at least tried to befriend her.

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Blackmire knew there were bullies out there like Chloe Bourgeois who actually felt guilty for everything he or she had ever done. With Lila thought, that girl was on a whole different level of what it meant to be a bully. The information she had gotten from the mayor's daughter was quite different from Adrien. While Blackmire didn't bring up that her childhood best friend may have been sexually assaulted, she got the idea that no matter who the person was, Lila Rossi managed to manipulate even those who were in positions of power. For what reasons, Blackmire and her partner Crow were trying to determine.

Ivan Bruel was the third student in the class who had been brought in and left seconds ago. He was asked the same questions as Adrien and Chloe regarding Marinette and Lila. He didn't say much about Marinette. Only that she was really good at giving advice and that she was really nice. But, when the question popped up about if anyone was mean to Marinette. It had taken a moment for him to answer that and he twiddled this thumbs. "I know Chloe was mean to her for a while. Then she stopped. Then started again with a classmate."

Detective James Crow wanted to ask Ivan if he had been touched by Lila Rossi, but decided not to. Ivan hadn't brought it up and he didn't want to cause a student to become upset because of a question he asked.

For Investigator Blackmire, she was looking forward to meeting the student who ran the Ladyblog. There was a part of her that wanted to slam Alya Cesaire down for many things. Putting an interview up with the person she wanted to put away for good. She took a deep breath. Now wasn't the time for that. She needed to focus on making Marinette and the other victims proud. She hadn't met most of them other than that friend of the sixth victim who gave them more evidence against Lila Rossi. Blackmire shuffled her papers and sat up straight.

The brunette walked in who was followed by Crow. Alya's demeanor seemed so down in the dumps.

Blackmire knew nothing about this girl other than the fact that she ran the Ladyblog.

When the Ladyblogger sat down, Blackmire smiled, "My apologies for this interview being so early."

"What is this about? I know it's about Marinette. Are you going to put her away or something? I mean she kind of half deserves that for bullying Lila."

As the investigator of this case with Marinette along with 6 other girls dead because of Lila, Blackmire was quite amused by what this girl said. "What is your relationship with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ms. Cesaire?"

"We were best friends, but then my new best friend, Lila Rossi, came along and got harassed by Marinette. I'm really angry. I never thought she'd ever do that." As Alya spoke, she slammed her fists against the desk in front of her. Then she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I see. What proof do you have of Marinette ever harassing Lila?"

"I- Well you see, I believe Lila's words."

"And you call yourself a journalist," Crow commented.

"What the heck did you just say?" Alya stood up from her seat. A frown crossed her face.

"Ms. Cesaire, I'm aware you run the site called the Ladyblog. You claim of wanting to be a journalist in the future, yet you don't bother to check your sources. While your work is rather incredible for someone your age, you're becoming sloppy with your work. Have you even bothered to ask Ladybug herself about having relations with this friend of yours? Have you ever considered how much of a danger it would be even being friends with a superhero?" Blackmire didn't allow Alya to have a say as the journalist opened her mouth to say something back. "Of course not. There are people out there who will reel you in with something that might be too good to be true. If it is too good to be true, then it's most likely not true."

It was clear as day Alya wanted to say something back. Some snarky in an attempt to piss someone off, but how? How could she do that when every point Blackmire made was true. The brunette sat back down. "Are you saying Lila was the one who hurt Marinette and not the other way around?"

"There's so much I could tell you. I will not disclose the information I know to you." She placed both of her hands underneath her chest. "To answer your question, yes. It's been like that."

"That doesn't make any sense."

Blackmire raised an eyebrow. "How does it not make any sense? Explain."

"Lila had bruises and scratches all over her when she claimed Marinette attacked her."

"People like her will go to extreme lengths to ruin someone's reputation. Her wounds could have been easily faked by using makeup." Investigator Blackmire sat back. She really didn't like telling people about how blind they were. It just seemed rather silly to her. She was once like Alya where she actually defended someone similar to Lila. By the time she escaped that person's grip, she found herself explaining herself to a lot of people.

"I don't understand how Lila is so evil here. She's the nicest person ever. She does environmental charity work with Prince Ali, gives Clara Nightingale dancing lessons, has saved Jagged Stone's kitten..."

As the brunette went on and on, Crow had stopped writing. James Crow was a fan of Jagged Stone. He had been a fan for over three years. Crow never considered himself a die-hard fan unlike his children, but he was pretty sure that Jagged Stone was allergic to creatures that had fur. "Ms. Cesaire, may I ask you a question?"

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Are you a fan of Jagged Stone?"

"I am, why?"

"I believe there is an interview with Jagged Stone by Nadja Chamock where Mr. specifically said he had Fang for more than fourteen to fifteen years. Can this Lila explain that?"

"Yeah! She has a lying disorder and it's not her fault."

Lying disorder? Blackmire and Crow shared the same look. While neither of them had any sort of medical degree, they were pretty sure there was no such thing as a lying disorder.

"Alright, Ms. Cesaire, my partner will escort you back to class." Blackmire smiled.

Crow got up hesitantly and walked Alya back to her class with the brunette saying nothing.

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Victim number one had a diary that she wrote in to talk about what happened on a day-to-day basis. Her name is Musa Smyte. According to her diary entries, Musa and Lila met when they were about eleven years old. The officials working on this case believe these girls were in sixth or seventh grade.

Musa's diary was thankfully still in her room when Blackmire came to collect evidence against Lila Rossi.

The following is a diary entry is the last diary entry Musa wrote before she hung herself in the girls' restroom. Viewer discretion is advised.

I... I want to start off with dear diary. Mommy and daddy don't believe me at all when I told them Lila was bullying me. They kept telling me I just needed to ignore her. I don't think ignoring her is working. She keeps coming back at me. She keeps telling me things. You know diary, the type of things that makes you just want to cry all the time. She told me to go kill myself because nobody wants me here. I cried in the bathroom on my lunch period. The adults won't do a thing. If her actions are okay then why should I be complaining?

This specific diary entry has her teardrops all over it.

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Gabriel Agreste placed both of his arms behind his back as he looked out of one of the many windows of his home. Ever since his wife died, he was described as cold-hearted. He missed her dearly and it took a very hard hit to him and his son. The only family he really had left was his son. Yeah, Felix and Amelie were there too, but Adrien shared his mother's values. Amelie looked very close to his wife. Well, duh. Those two were twins.

Anyways, he thought about Marinette. It was a relief to him that she was recovering. He thought about her skills. How she'd make a wonderful designer and maybe one-up himself. He knew was getting too far ahead. Gabriel decided to take one day at a time.

Nooroo knew it was safe as long as Adrien wasn't home. The little purple kwami flew out and floated beside the man. "You haven't akumatized anyone in days, Master. May I ask what's going on?"

Gabriel didn't tear his eyes away from the window he looked out of, "It's about one of my son's friends. Her name is Marinette. She almost died a few days ago."

The butterfly kwami was silent. He didn't know what to say. The least he could do was give his master company as he stood there deep in thought.