So the task of murder and research begin
It was the next day the most recent kill took place, this one was more elaborate than when the killing had started. They used to be more simple, less tactical and easier to do why they changed was a mystery to all except to the killer most assumed that they got some wicked sense of satisfaction from it, those on the cases of past and present suspected that it was some form of testament to what they are willing to do to make those that are bad regret their choices even more, force them to be good, those more on the conspiracy side wondered if it was more ritual or with mindsets or something else, however those were just speculations and assumptions nothing concrete.
That very same night an event was taking place, for the rich and brilliant of the business area, of course they were concerned about the killings but this event was also important to them, figures. Now about the event it was the one Gabriel is at as well as others and Adrien had to go, he was still preoccupied with the murder it was so violent he still remembered seeing the dead body on tv it was blurred but was horrific anyway, it baffled him how anyone could be so vile and cruel and what good reason the killer could possibly have to do that. Were they mad? He thought so, Adrien sat at a chair thinking about this he glanced up seeing his father conversing with others, the drink in his father's right hand. It was alcohol or maybe something else, he wasn't sure he did notice that his father had less than others, he knew that his father was never fond of heavy drinking or having a lot of drinks. Everyone else however took more than one, Tomoe-Kagami's mother, barely drank any at all.
He did wonder why not, he guessed that she must value a clear mind over everything else, he didn't ask though it would be impolite and odd. "Plagg, I don't get it" he softly said to Plagg. "What do you mean?", "I mean that-I don't get how anyone could be so calm while the killer just murdered someone yesterday night…how?" Plagg shrugged "Beats me, let me eat my cheese in peace please".
Adrien frowned, clenching his teeth slightly he was usually fine with Plagg being dismissive but this was serious!. "Plagg!", "What?" "This is serious! A murder took place yesterday and everyone is so calm! I don't get it!" Plagg realising how much this got on Adrien's nerves and Adrien's frown decided to take it seriously, "I don't know kid, humans are weird like that. Maybe they just don't want to dwell on the past or somethin'?, actually…'he furrows where his eyebrows would be' yeah, why are they so calm? I don't get human things that much but death is something that is serious, like I would hate it if you died and I wouldn't be so calm about it-the hell is wrong with humans?!".
Adrien threw his hands up holding his head, "I don't know! That is what I want to know!". Plagg nodded puzzled trying to figure it out, out of nowhere Adrien felt a tight hug "Adrikins!", he internally groaned to himself. He doesn't have the time for this now, he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that everyone acted like it was just a normal day-like yesterday never happened when it did, he didn't need this from Chloe now. "Chloe hey, please let go" she did not before-ugh smooching him, he secretly wiped himself "Oh okay, what are you thinking about?" At that he averted his eyes looking at the left side of his seat inspecting a smudge, "Well…it is about yesterday…".
"Oh but Adrikins it isn't like your fault or anything" she casually in a snobbish manner dismissing his concerns, he hated that. It irked him so intensely, "No-it isn't Chloe, but it is still horrible that it happened and everyone is acting like it didn't happen". She huffed, waving her right hand lazily "Pulease! It is fine, like yeah sure a guy died but there is nothing we could have done-or anyone at that", he had enough of Chloe sure she is his friend but she didn't get it did she!? "You just don't get it do you?! Someone died! It was horrible!. And you just don't get it!" he got up and started walking away to the left side, "I have enough of this, I am sorry Chloe but I-I can't sit here and listen to that, I-I just can't so-sorry" he walked off, Chloe stared confused.
He stood at the main entrance of the place, he sat down at a separate seat there, he took some breathes in and out calming himself down as much as he could. He heard footsteps after a while, they were calmly walking here, he looked over his right shoulder slightly seeing his father walking towards him. Adrien wasn't sure why his father was walking to him, Gabriel looked at Adrien immediately knowing that his son wasn't in a good mood, he walked in front of Adrien and asked him.
"Adrien, what is wrong?". Adrien looked at his father "Oh father, I-...'he sighs' well it is about yesterday, everyone is acting like it is a normal day like-...", "Like yesterday never happened?" Gabriel easily guessed, Adrien nodded. It made sense to Gabriel why his son would react this way, his son is young, kind hearted, caring, empathetic of course this would confuse and baffle his son, he expected this much. He sat down near Adrien's left, "What about that?" Adrien looked at his father flinching a bit from seeing him there but calming down, he hadn't realised that his father had sat there.
"Well it confuses me why everyone is just acting like it never happened, so casual about it. They know it happened, they think about it but yet they don't say or do much about it, and this time it is worse than the kills before it. I just don't get it father", Gabriel nodded listening to Adrien. "Well, they just don't want to think about it or-...talk about it is all, however I do understand why it irritates you".
Adrien scoffed softly, "Yeah, it does irritate me. Everyone acts like nothing happened yesterday, like they forgot about it". Gabriel thought of the words to say, he thought that what he would say would be of use to Adrien if any-yes Adrien would know it as a fact but a reminder is useful is it not?, "It does feel like it doesn't it?" Adrien nodded, "Well…keep in mind that others haven't truly forgotten, or the police-just…that others prefer to keep the negative thoughts off their mind, the police will still care though and investigate it you do know that right?". Adrien nodded, "Yeah I do… thanks dad…for comforting me I mean". Gabriel showed a small smile "Your welcome Adrien".
Adrien stood up, what Gabriel said was simple and he did know that but it did help to be heard and someone acknowledging what happened yesterday, "Bye father". "Bye Adrien", Gabriel watched his son walk out of the room, "He is too innocent for this world…damn this world, if only this world would change, if only it would be better-be good, and fuck the state of this world-and how others are" he muttered to himself, he stood up and left as well. Now he isn't one to curse, but this has infuriated him a lot in the past, the way this world is-how it functions-the state of it-everything, it all boils down to hatred and frustration towards it.
He doesn't always curse, but when he does it is because he has strong emotions towards it and really?, who wouldn't with this messed up world?. Of course while this is going on someone else is also doing their own things-things that could impact how things go-.
Alya rushed to Marinette "Mari!", "Huh?" she turned around. "Oh Alya what's up?", "Oh I have something to tell you!". "Uh-surre?" Alya beamed and presented a document-erm right folder actually, now that Marinette could see it better, "Should I want to know what is in that folder?". Alya nodded eagerly, "Ookay then…what is-?" "It is about the latest murder-and-and the killerrrr!". Marinette's eyes widened hearing that stumbling back. "A wha-the what?!", she chuckled "Yeah girl!. I want to investigate this to help and also maybe I can help the police!". "Woah! Girl you do know that is like-the-um-worst idea ever right?, like come on! Doing that would get you killed!..." she softly added "Or tortured by the killer". Alya laughed, clamping her shoulders, "Please! Re-laxxx!".
Marinette sighed gently, taking her hands in hers, "Alya-girl-bestie?", "Yeah?". "Okay I know you really want to do this but-but this is nuts!. I just don't want you to get hurt!-or in trouble!". Alya furrowed her eyebrows, "I will be fine, I will try to be safe…actually you can help!" "I wha-!?".
She nodded, "You're not understanding what I am trying to say". Her voice cracks "I don't want you to, please I-I just don't want you to get hurt! Alya you're my best friend!-please don't!-I-!" "Marinette…I won't get hurt, I want you to help me do this-please?". She sighed "I-I can't…sorry…", "No! It is fine!". Alya smiled, "See ya around!" she leaped away to start, Marinette watched her worry etched in her expression. Tiki flew up to her face, "Marinette why didn't you stop her or help her at least to keep her safe?". Marinette sadly looked at Tiki, "Because Tiki, if I did she would try to make me do as little as possible so that I am not directly there where I can get hurt, so I can't make sure she is safe so…I have to go as Ladybug, if that is better or not I-I don't know…'she softly sobs' I don't know!".
Tiki looked at Marinette with concern and sympathy, she hugged her left cheek "Shhh, it is okay Mari. I-I will help you…I support your decision, if-if this is the way you have to do it to keep her safe then do it. I will support you", she sniffled, brushing away her tears with her right hand "Tha-thank you Tiki…let's do this!" she smiled gently at Tiki, Marinette gently said to her "Thanks Tiki". Tiki smiled "Your welcome Mari-anytime". Marinette leaped behind a building "Tiki spots on!".
She swung on top of the building and looked around to spot Alya, she saw her happily going to do her investigation. Ladybug swung across rooftops and leapt on them, Alya had rushed to her room-well shed. She leapt down crouching low, she slowly got her head up and her eyes widened. Her friend had actually started doing her research a long time ago, it looks like. She guessed roughly around the same time the first murder occurred, or was it later? She wasn't sure but based on the timeline it was during that time.
It was a bulletin board in Alya's shed, with multiple pictures of people and notes under them. She strained her eyes to see what the pictures had, one of them was of Tomoe Tsurugi, Alim Kubdel, Gabriel Agreste, a whole bunch of others-like Chloe's mother, Audrey. She scanned each picture, seeing some notes under each image, one of them had the words 'Likes power, cunning, would do this for her daughter or for other reasons. Most likely would do this for personal reasons or to teach them something' it was under Tsurgui's picture, in bold with some other notes about her. Same with the others, Ladybug realised what the bulletin board was-"A suspect board" she muttered to herself.
These were the people Alya was suspicious of, it made sense although she didn't want to believe her best friend and crush's father would be the killer. But she didn't have much against it or for it either, nothing to prove or disprove it, she saw on the left side of the board various notes, it looked like notes on the killer. Various words there: "Ruthless", "Cold", "Strategic", "Careful planner", "Swift", "Horrible ways to inflict pain". It was the general observations they had, the police wouldn't let the news reporters know any of the recordings to know how the killer sounded like or how they acted based on the words they used. "Wait…oh no! Alya will go to where she thinks they might be and try to find out more about them!" She gasped at her realisation. She had to make sure she can't go there, she had to keep her friend safe from the psycho.
Alya walked away from her shed, Ladybug followed her close by, careful not to be seen. It was to a lab, Ladybug swung right ahead to make sure the killer wasn't there, she walked around until she heard someone working away at something she gasped and hid behind a box.
Writing on the door read "SECURITY ROOM", she looked around this building and it looked familiar but why?..."This is similar to where the killer killed the other guy" she muttered to herself, she was right it was similar to that building. To mock the police?, because it is familiar to the killer or?...Was it because of something else?, she isn't sure. Ladybug squeaked seeing the door open, a man stood there, black dress jacket, white dress shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes and a black tie. It reminded her of the familiar clothes that Adrien had told her about, it was for this event taking place this very night. Ladybug was baffled, was this guy rich?-but if this is the killer then why would they do the first killings in worse places than this?.
The man's face was covered, a black fencing mask that has the black tint that a car's window would have, to make their face less visible probably. They walked ahead towards a room, and she followed them. The man stopped in front of a door and casually swiped it open with their left hand. It was with a keycard with a picture of a different man in general. This man seemed fit-in good shape, different from the image on the keycard. The man had taken it from some guy named John, John a man not in great shape and seems to have a more casual demeanour, the man in front of her definitely wasn't John. She saw that the man had black gloves, some fine sort of leather.
The man slowly clapped their hands, "Well-well-well, look at you". Unknown to her their voice was just like the killer's voice. Another man was stuck inside the room, a rugged looking man, a dark brown haired man, their hair rather long, dark brown eyes, and a knife-that looked like it was kicked far away from the man in the room.
The man wearing the fencing mask walked inside, Ladybug heard a squeak of shoes and she looked around and saw Alya. She softly groaned and crept near she said in a hushed voice to her "Alya! You have to go!" Alya shook her head. "Ugh! Well then at least stay close to me!". Alya nodded and stuck close to her, the man with the fencing mask looked around "Who is there?".
No response, the man huffed, staring at the direction there, "Hey! Why am I here?!" it was a gruff voice from the rugged looking man. The elegantly dressed man looked at him taking some steps forward, "I have you here to make you learn a lesson" the man walked around him staring at the dark brown haired man. The elegant dressed man has his hands behind his back, left hand cupping right hand. "A lesson you shall never forget", the man scoffed "Why is that smart stuff?", he shook his head while walking around the man with a casual pace "Don't refer to me as that, you are quite rude Peter".
"How-how the fu-"No swearing if I may interject", Peter growled sitting on a very rusty chair, "Fine. How do you know my name?". The man stopped walking right in front of Peter, their body turned to the right. "There is a lot you can find out when you have the resources…" the man turned his head to look at Peter "and many were more than willing to give your location and name up once I told them what they would get as a prize for that". "And what was that?", the man softly chuckled at Peter's question "More money than they can imagine, and a guarantee to being able to have what they need to make their business rise higher than they thought was possible, it played splendidly in my favour-and theirs, the things one can do when the right resources are had".
"My God!, brats!. So you could give them that?" the man nodded in confirmation, "Agh! Of course they did!". "Now-now, let's have a little test-either you confess to your sins-your lies or-...you'll see", at that the lights to another room turned on, it was behind them both. They heard a scream of a woman and the cry of a daughter. Peter looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened seeing his wife and daughter. His wife has golden blonde wavy hair and light blue eyes, his daughter hazelnut hair and light brown eyes. They both were strapped to machines, each having a cold table under them, their wrists stretched outward and in leather cuffs to their table, their legs strapped in with leather cuffs, it was upright so that Peter could see them.
Behind their backs is this mechanism with claws, it was slightly digging into them causing them to bleed slightly. "No! The hell will that do?!", the masked man chuckled, turning to face Peter, "Ever heard of 'Blood eagle'?" he shook his head, "It is exactly how it sounds, the machine will rip their bones outward and flesh to make it look like an eagle's wings with a twist". "The hell?!-what sort of twist?!".
The man slowly spoke, "They will have claws of the machine dig into them while it does that, some of their skin will be skinned off in the process of tearing at their skin and muscle-furthermore they would be given an injection, with horrible and excruciating effects. It is easy to make them not suffer though that is, to confess to everything" Peter nodded, "Fine-let me in then to do it" he took a step forward. The masked man shook his head "Why not?!"-"I am afraid that isn't possible, you might help them escape".
"Then what am I supposed to do?!", he chuckled with a sly smirk some light shined on the few teeth that showed, with slight shadows over it because of the mask "You could easily stay here and do it besides-I don't think they would want to feel a shimmer of hope and then have it ruined because of your selfish desires and dislike towards telling the truth" the mock was heavy in his voice, Peter balled his fists "How da-!" "Nu-uh-don't do that, stay right here-at the centre of this room...".
"Why did you trail off?", "I realised a little issue"-"What?! What sort of issue?!". He cleared his throat, "They might decide to not forgive you-let you suffer in your grieve for what lies you said that condemned them all", "What do you mean 'they' and 'them'?". "Look at who came to watch my little show!" the lights to the side grow brighter and brighter, he had wanted to make more suspense for Peter and it worked. The figures all different and various, soon it became clear-it was everyone he had lied about to make them be forced into unpleasant places such as jail-etc, "A little inconvenience-there must be some sort of way to do this" he hummed to himself thinking.
"What?!-bu-!" "Shhhh…I am thinking here", he looked from person to person seeing what they all had in common…he muttered to himself "They are all innocent…just want to clear their names and-ohhh this is perfect!" his eyes brightened, he clasped his hands together "I got it!". "What?" he grinned "You'll see-well-hear". Peter nodded, the man watched as soon as Peter moved slightly forward, leather cuffs snapped to his ankles and wrists, held on by chains-the chains were loose enough for him to move his arms slightly, another large cuff around his abdomen. He looked around in panic, "Now, confess to all your lies~" he snapped his fingers with his right hand, "~as soon as the clock ticks".
At that the clock started ticking and a faint red light from the ceiling activated, "Wha-what did you do?!". "All to be explained later~oh oblivious one", soon the rattle of chains and slamming of hands on metal was heard, all the innocent were trying to get his attention to tell the truth. They just wanted this to be over, to leave but they knew they had to stay "Come on! Spit out the truth!, get your poor kid and wife out of here man!-I want to get out of here, do it for them and me man!" It was a male. "Please get us out of this place!" a female's voice.
A huge ruckus occurred, several wanted the wife and kid to be fine others didn't care much-others wanted themself to be okay and the wife and kid, a whole mess chains rattling-bars of the cells that they were in were slammed on by hands-the cells lifted high up. Peter looked at them "Wha-?! Bu-!".
"Don't hesitate now Peter-lives are at stake", his eyes widened with further realisation, his teeth clenched and heart racing looking back and forth. "I-I-" he shook his head not wanting to tell the truth but also wanting his wife and child to be safe, his daughter softly whimpered her body slumped as much as she could being cuffed, his wife whispered comforting words to her giving her daughter a sweet soft smile "Don't worry my dear~if you go down I shall go down with you, I will be by your side, always". Her daughter nodded, mustering up the best smile she could give, her eyes watering and her body shaking soft cries leaving her lips, her mother had tears in her eyes showing her sweet child a gentle smile.
"Come on, don't let them hang on to their life Peter-look at them-you're even breaking my heart", his voice laced with taunt and mock. Peter growled-he took a breath in and confessed the first lie, "Fine!...I-I lied…that-that-...one of you mur-murderd someone". The person that he referred to nodded their head huffing, "I-...I also lied that someone abused someone else". "...Tsk-tsk-tsk what a horrible thing that is". "What?!-well I am not some guy that tortures others!", he shook his head "Perhaps not but a lie like that?, did you want to ruin their life?-because that definitely would". Peter groaned "Fine I get it!", "Keep on spitting out the truth or else-". He pulls out a button from his right pocket, the button in his right hand and presses it once. The machine whirs to life and starts its task.
Their skin and muscle starts getting ripped outward, they scream in horror-splattering heard from the blood that begins to coat their backs, "Wait-! I-I'll do it!", he presses the button with his right hand and the machine stops. "Very well then", Peter then thinks of something "Wait. Hold on. If you are so smart then how come there aren't any security systems?-all the other times the police didn't seem to find any". "Oh and you think I would be able to just take it again and again everywhere I go?, impossible which is why I am creating something that I can take to the other places I might go to, to do these things". He sighed "My God! Of course you would!".
He nodded, "Now keep on doing what you are told". "I-I also li-lied that one of them had stolen something", "Keep it up"-"I can't!". The man looked at him slightly baffled that he wouldn't say more "Why not?". "I can't remember all the things I have said!" he snapped, the man smirked and took out a small square piece of paper, "What is that?" he didn't answer only unfolded, and unfolded it and unfolded it some more, right until it was a large list of things. He presented it to Peter, "Take it-and confess to alll these things", Peter's eyes widened at seeing the list he couldn't believe the maniac actually wrote down everything he had lied about!. "Fi-fine…ahem the next one is that-I lied about the fact that one of you was selling drugs…", the female nodded, narrowing her eyes. The man sighed "Do hurry up Peter, and now" Peter nodded and raced to finish the long list "I-I also lied about some of you stealing-about the arson-about the stalking-about the going crazy and a risk to society part-about all of the things that are about treason-and-and-no wait-!" he reached out to his daughter and wife, seeing them about to have the machine rip at them.
"Hurry up then-they say that life has limited time-it stands truer than ever", he nodded biting his lip "Fi-...fine, I also lied about the fact that most of you were unfit to parent-about the truth of the crimes-and-and the setting others on fire and other stuff like that. Now please let them go!", the man narrowed his eyes in amusement "Ah, well you did it so I will let them go-" he pressed another button that was red and the cuffs came off, his wife landed on the ground her legs bent near her to the right, she huddled near her daughter and they wept and hugged each other tightly "-you may now walk towards the arrows-don't you worry-you are safe now, the arrows will lead the way~" his voice came on the intercom. They both nodded, the wife helped her daughter up hugging her as they both cautiously and wearily walked where the arrows led, soon they made it upon a door the mother hesitantly reached for it with her right hand. The intercom buzzed on again, the masked man's voice soft and comforting this time "Don't worry dear, it is fine. He may have done evil but that won't impact you-I won't harm you, trust me…or not, you could stay there but I do have to release those people soon and they will be eager to leave" she felt slightly comforted, but she also was hesitant of course though the fact that others might trample her made her open the door and rush inside.
Her eyes widened seeing the masked man at the other side of the door, to the left further back at the middle nearby the window is her husband-Peter, she looks at the masked man her voice shaking. "Wh-who are you?", "I am just the man that taught your husband a lesson, he was in dire need of one really, none of this will impact you at any level-you were just there as bait, to make him have something to lose-clearly-he didn't want to lose you, lucky you" he turned to Peter "As for you, there is one more thing". His daughter spoke up "Wait! Please don't do anything to him!" he glanced at her "And why not?", "Be-because…" she looks around "because-he-he…shouldn't get hurt, he did what he had to do right?". The man nodded in acknowledgement "Perhaps so but not fully. So that a lesson is properly learned the person themself have to experience something-of course he won't be as eager to do bad things since you and your mother could have been harmed but that is no certainty, this will give it that certainty". He looked back at Peter "What "one more thing"?" The reply to Peter was simple but dark, "You go on the machine-you stay there with the risk of your back being torn and messed up-you stay there and have your fate decided by someone other than you, that is what".
His eyes widened hearing the reply, "No!-ple-please!-no!", he chuckled and walked close to him. He whispered in his right ear "Too-late" and pulled Peter to the door, throwing him on the machine, his body slammed on the cold table he winced, the masked man cuffed his wrists, ankles and abdomen. He turned around walking back to the door, going inside and closing the door turning around to look at Peter. Peter felt the cold table against his back and the glares from all the people now standing around on the ground, he was high up-high enough that he was at level with the window, the intercom buzzed on loudly he winced 'That is so-so loud' he thought, "Now-your fate…will be decided on by someone-will others actually" "Who are the other people?". There was a prolonged silence before the man replied "All those that were in the cells, the ones you gave horrible fates" he looked across the room each one with a satisfied glint in their eyes, each one forming their decision even before the task was about to begin, "Hold on please don't do this!" he whimpered, the man chuckled "Oh don't you worry-it will happen", the other people crowded around the base of the machine staring right up at him. "Now, before this starts since they hate you I will tell them a little something. This is the little issue I will patch up now". "All of you there, the ones that got stuck in the cages earlier-" everyone perked at that "-you may want to let him suffer-watch his loved ones in pain and get harmed quite a lot as well…but what if I made it all the better-sweeter?" He leans on the desk, it has a keyboard, monitor and intercom, arms crossed right arm under left arm, everyone paid attention and a woman asked "What sort of thing?". He slowly replied emphasising what he says "The chance, to clear all your names. Have the evidence you need to do that, of course to have it, you should forgive him-now he will get in trouble anyway and all of you will have what you want. How does that sound?".
All of them thought about it, they whispered to each other first a man "This could help us all, we should do it"-another man whispered back "Yeah but what if he is just a liar?", the man answered back "No way to know if he is a lia' for sure". A woman interjected "He is right-we should do it, but we should make sure that he gives it to use the evidence first". "A bargain thin' then?" the woman nodded. Another woman added "What if he lies and gives us a dummy sort of evidence?"-"Well we'll make him play it then, and then we will play it as well-or look at it depending on what it is", a man spoke up "And what if it is some sort of bomb?-this guy is nuts", the woman furrowed her eyebrows thinking "Well…we will make sure he touches it everywhere to show us that it isn't a bomb-or that it isn't anything else dangerous". No one objected, the plan was a good one and the best one they have, they just had to hope that the man didn't add any other tricks to it.
"So you have decided?" they all nodded, "Now what is your decision?". The second man that had talked answered "Yeah, we will accept it but-"But what?", "You have to prove it isn't a dummy-that it is legit. Touch it everywhere". The man nodded, a large screen behind them all lit up and showed the man, he still had his arms crossed. He uncrosses them and stands up, he turns around and fetches the recording. The masked man turns around and sits down, he presents it, it is a black rectangle, the man touches it all around then places it down on the desk, crossing his arms right arm under left and tilts his head slightly to the right "Is that enough prove to you or something else?, it most certainly would be all there is". They nodded, "How pleasant, so will you forgive him?".
All the people looked around whispering to each other "I can wait but don't take all day…I don't have that much patience after all", Ladybug slowly creeped nearer one thought in her mind 'I have to do this, I can't let this man hurt him!' fueled with determination, heart pounding in her chest and her yo-yo gripped in her right hand tightly. The masked man hummed to himself gently drumming his gloved fingers on the desk, he looked like he was at peace like this was not happening at all, like he was entertained. It shocked her, how could this man be so calm?-what this man is doing is wrong! Horrible!-downright aw-awful!. She concentrated on what she had to do, even if it was hard seeing the man so calm. Ladybug slowly stood up behind him, the large screen still activated. One person sees Ladybug on the screen, they tap someone's shoulder motioning to the screen, they do the same and so on. All wondering what will happen and if she will get them all free or this man will make sure she fails, the masked man notices the people staring, he can see them after all he softly mutters to himself "Damn it what now?, I really do have to hurry up with the security system thing don't I?" he slowly moves his right hand to his right pocket, steadily he takes out a gun.
He pauses, staring at the screen on the monitor, the one screen showing the room he is in, he sees that someone is behind him. A girl in red spandex, black polka dots, red mask covering her eyes, some more black polka dots on her mask, her hair in two pigtails slightly to the side, her hair above her shoulders. He gets his legs ready, the gun in front of his stomach so that she doesn't she it, she notices the shift in his body she is about to move back when he abruptly stands up, swiftly twirls around gun ready to fire, his posture firm and his left leg lower so that he can move about easily. "Who are you and why are you here girl?!", his eyes narrowed tense, he didn't recognize her. Ladybug hadn't needed to use her Miraculous in public just yet so of course he doesn't, she takes a shaky breath stepping back "I-I came here to-...stop you", "Stop me? You fool, you can't". Ladybug looks around with her eyes frantically, there is nothing else here that can help that is close enough she would have to do something as a diversion so that she can take the opportunity to take what she needs.
She realizes that she would have to use her yo-yo to whack something, she whacks an object quickly and leapt to the right, the man looked at it with his eyes not moving. Ladybug used her yo-yo to tie the man up, he gasped and stretched his right hand to have at least one free arm-she noticed this and tightened the yo-yo tightly so it would not allow him to have an advantage. "Now let them go!" He stared at her, clenching his teeth and frowned, he hated this and the brat-obviously until-he stopped frowning and laughed glaring at her smugly, "Oh! Here is the thing, you have to let me go if you want that".
"What?!". He nodded "They want the recording-the videotape that I have, and only then-only then maybe they will agree to forgive him, if not-" he says in a sing-song voice "strapped to the torture device for him!" she gasped realising he was right, the guy was right she groaned glancing at the people-to the man and looked back to the people, while he laughed and then smirked, she sighed "Fine!", she let him go and he turned around, grabbed the videotape and spoke in the speaker "Now, I will give it to you-but this is has all the evidence so you will have to decide something-" he paused holding it in his right hand, "-will you work together to all get what you deserve or shall you fight for it?".
All the people when they heard that he would give it had begun to fight but hearing that it has all the evidence they stopped, "So now what?". Someone else shrugged "The maniac says it has all of the evidence, we all want to be free and are all innocent so I say we all work together". A woman agreed "Sounds good to me", everyone else nodded and one guy looked directly at the masked man "Alright! We will work together, so can you give it now?", he smirked "Very well, so you decided?. Good I will send it down now, see if you find the tube chute" the man walked over to the right side and opened a flap, a mailbox looking thing. He sent the videotape down, he flipped a switch near the right of the mailbox and the lights at the far back in a circle. The exit of the chute everyone rushed to it. One person claimed it-victorious and shot their hand through the air, it was their right hand.
"Okay so who wants to hold the thing?", one person replied "I know, we should have it in a bag and keep it in the middle and put a lock on it, the person at the front will only know the combination but aren't close enough so that no one betrays the other". Everyone nodded. The masked man turned around to Ladybug, shot her in the right leg. SHe winced kneeling on her left knee holding her right leg, she wasn't bleeding that much she was using the Miraculous good thing for that. The people crowded the doorway, the masked man pressed a button on the left side and they all rushed outside scrambling to the sunlight, he closed the large exit again it looked like a regular wall.
The masked man let Peter go, he slumped down looking right where the masked man was. He got up and opened the door, the masked man walked over to peter and whispered in his ear "Do evil ever again and I swear to God your family and you will get in danger again, hear me?" he smirked, stepping back and snapped his right hand fingers. "Now, leave" the door opened and the lights turned on as they left.
He walked outside the door he looked over his shoulder smirking "Oh by the way don't mess with me, unless you want more issues and maybe another bullet in you" he looked forward and walked to the front, he activated the alarm and left, Ladybug groaned getting up and walked to find Alya.
She looked around and heard someone say "Pssst!", no actually they hissed it. She looked where the sound was coming from and saw Alya hidden. She sighed in relief, going to her "You're safe, good". "I got good footage, now I might be able to figure out who they are and-and! Can help me figure out what exactly this person wants!" she shook her head in defeat "Always the same".
Alaya beamed and she then realised Ladybug was hurt she rushed to her helping her walk, "Let's go!". Ladybug nodded, grateful that her friend is helping her, even though Alya doesn't know who she is. They walked outside and left.
In a home Detective Harper, Alison Harper actually lays in bed on the left side. She had gone off duty a while ago, her boyfriend on the right side, she has light brown hair below her shoulder blades and he has dark brown hair, his hair messy and swooped to the right some stray strands above his right eye, he has dark blue eyes. She looks at him, she has amber eyes she turns laying on her left side now, her legs bent near to her stomach she gently strokes from the back of his neck to his cheek with her right hand, she gently strokes back and forth his cheek with her thumb, she has a soft smile.
Her boyfriend, Marshall. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles at her, he says sleepily and dreamily "Hey harp", she chuckles "Hey, still sleepy?" she kept stroking him, he nodded gently holding the side of her right shoulder with his left hand, he rubs her arm up and down softly. "Mhm I like that" she tilts her head back slightly satisfied, he slyly smirks "I know, that was on purpose kitty". "How dare you" he shrugged "Eh, what can I say?" she lightly smacked him, he shrugged she noticed that her spot was wrinkled and the cover draped over her right leg, while his was neater slightly wrinkled and slightly lower, uneven at the edge of top of the cover, two different people entirely for sure,
A buzz came on and a voice talked through her walkie talkie "Detective Harper, you are needed…there is another crime scene-again so this time they need you, clearly-" he scoffs "-buffoons. Anyway, are you in or out?", she groaned softly looking at Marshall "Sorry Marsh, duty calls…at least it is a bigger case right?. I mean that is good" he chuckled "You always do the bigger crimes, you are a detective" she laughed "Yeah, I am". He nodded and softly stroked her arm again for a few seconds then let go of her, "Thanks" he grinned "Your welcome", she got up she always liked to wear long sleeved top pyjamas it is white, she wears black shorts that are stretchy and comfortable she put on her black slippers and walked to the walkie talkie in her dark brown overcoat, she picks it up and talks into it "Yeah, yeah I will see ya' there", she turned it off and went to put on her clothes, she took off her top.
Marshall got up, quickly put on a white dress shirt, black tie, black suit jacket, black dress pants, black dress shoes, white socks higher than his ankles, a golden watch and fixed his hair, he looked at Allison. She was putting on her white dress shirt, he smiled thinking 'She is so hot, my harper'. She put on her light brown pants and black shoes, she turned around "Well let's go then", he grinned "Not so fast" he pulled her close holding her forearms and kissed her lips, "Now we go" she rolled her eyes. They both got in their cars, he has a dark blue Toyota camry hybrid. They drove to their jobs.
Allison got up and went inside, "So glad you are here Allison!" she went to the lieutenant "As am I, so this latest case-?". "Oh right!. Here come!" he walked over to the left. It was a large building, one of the main ones that Paris has. It is a rather important one, good officers here and some that-well aren't as good, it also depends on what they do but nevertheless how effective they are is what matters. She knew that well, he led her to a large table, a screen to the right wall.
"Go and introduce yourself please", she nodded and walked inside. Multiple men were in there, two a the back of the right wall laughing, five in the direction of the left wall sitting down, the table is a rectangle that is vertical, some were doing thumb wars out of boredom the others were chatting and goofing off, one napping on the left side of the table in the middle seat, one next to the one sleeping idly stacking a few items on their folded back, some more there as well farther down the left side of the table. A few others were sitting on the right side of the table that faced the back wall.
The lieutenant stepped forward to the screen, he turned to face them and cleared his throat "Ahem!", one barked at the other "Shut up you idiot!" he smacked the back of his head, "Whyyy?!", "Because that woman is horrid!", "So? She looks good-!"And doesn't it bother you that she doesn't give a damn about her kid?!, sure she is a fashion designer and great but still!-oh and she also is rude", he whined "Let me be at peaceee!". "All of you listen!" the lieutenant yelled "There is a kind lady that will introduce herself and you better listen!" Everyone looked at the screen, even the one that was napping. Various items cluttered to the ground near the one that was napping earlier.
Lieutenant stepped back to the right with a wide smile, Allison walked to the front "I am detective Allison Harper and I will be on this case", one man stood up "Oh so taking our case huh?!". She narrowed her eyes "Well if you want it, then be better", he shut up growling softly. "Anyway, mind one of you telling me about this case and who I am assigned to work with?".
They all snickered, each one pointed to the blonde man in the back, his hair honey brown blonde, up to his shoulders, a beard that is trimmed, he scoffed crossing his arms "That would be me" he looked at all of them "None of these bastards wanted to work with ya'", she sighed "So be it". He nodded glaring at them, Alllison walked towards him "Mind telling me about the case on the way to your desk?". He turned to her "Not at all, noooo!-don't mind you taking our case!" he turned to the door walking out, shouting to her "Not-at-all!", she rolled her eyes walking behind him.
They went to a desk in between all the desks, he sat behind it and Allison walked to his left side. He typed in some things and clicked a few tabs on the screen and a page opened up, "This is the recordings and what we could get of the previous crime scenes and what we could get of what he said to know how he is-" he rolled his eyes "-obviously", she got low and examined them, one is the first crime that happened. One of-oh the doctor, it was hard to look at the body all ruined, multiple other crime scenes before and the few videotapes from the security camera they could get that aren't the videotapes the killer gave them. "Wait-there is something odd".
He looked at her "What do ya' mean?", she pointed to the first crime scene "When the killer first started the killings the kills were in places runned down and with little good supplies to perform the kills right?", he nodded "But look at how they improved as time went by" she trailed her finger across all the crime scenes "Yeah sooooo-?". She looked at him "The killer must be up to something, there has to be a reason for this-either they gained money later on, or something else is at play. All the latest killings are more complex and the places are pretty great, like the one with the doctor. That one was at a famous laboratory the killer managed to get access to, they wanted to achieve something starting off with the worst places, something is amiss. This person is smarter than they let on, directly that is-" she looked at him "Tell me, have they ever hinted at boasting-like ever?" he shook his head "Not at all".
She smiled "Exactly the killer-or rather torturer is not a boaster. They don't want to let others know how smart they are, they want to keep it hidden which makes sense" he scoffed "So basically no way to figure out who this sucker is?". She shook her head glancing at the screen "Not. One. Clue, this is harder" she hummed in thought, examining the screens her eyes then sparkled "I have a theory on why the kills are better and in better places". He looked at her leaning back arms crossed "Let it out then". Allison beamed looking at him and said "The killer. Whoever he is, he did this as a trick".
The man raised his eyebrow "Now it is getting intersting", she nodded "It is. Whoever he is, he wanted to trick us into believing he is worse off than he truly is, or perhaps he is worse off as he was before and the money he got. That is, if he did get money for the elaborate schemes, he would have gotten it in some illegal way probably-or he is rich-"Is he rich or not-?" She scoffed proudly "Probably doesn't want us to believe that, so yes-I think he is rich". The policeman grinned and stood up sprinting towards the door "Lets go and find every rich bastard then!" her eyes widened and she leapt towards him she grabbed the end of his coat "We have to use evidence!". He gasped, stumbling back nearly falling.
He turned around "So now what?". "We go and use your id card for access to the evidence" he smirked "Ah! like your way of thinking pretty lady", she nodded dragging him with her.
They walked inside and found themselves in piles and piles of evidence-notes-all of it, dust everywhere and large metal cabinets with files, the ground sleek metal and cold, "Show me the ropes!" he nodded "The names are the names of the victims or places it was at-look for either one", she nodded looking for his name she flipped through them and found it after a while. She picked it up like it was treasure and rushed outside the door, "Hey, wait up!" He went after her. Allison placed it on the desk again, she flipped it open and looked at everything in it, how the kill was done-which she skimmed through not wanting to spend much time examining the gruesome image, some time seeing little 'insignificant' details which could mean everything, she then turned back to the image to see if there is anything at all…a logo. Small yes-but it looked smudged and wonky. "Can you bring me the torture device?" his eyes widened "But I-!"Please?. It could help the case" he sighed loudly "Fiiine!...but in a separate spot, it is still rather-erm-...bloody" she nodded not once looking up, "Fine by me".
After a while the man came back "Come with meh!" she looked up startled "Oh already?", he nodded "By the way. I am Richard" she grinned "Allison" he nodded and walked back she followed. Allison gasped, covering her mouth with her right hand. Who would do such a thing?! Richard looked confused and looked over his shoulder hearing her footsteps come at an abrupt spot and caught her wavering eyes staring intently at the torture device, he softly says "I know, it is disturbing-probably more than usual, never seen this much organs and-" he looked forward chuckling while shuffling his right foot a bit "-I am talking to much about-...alll that disturbing stuff, anyway, the clean crew might do it or however it is" she weakly nodded "They should clean it…to use it".
Richard nodded and called them "While we wait, want to see what details you can see Harper?", she nodded and put on some transparent gloves and picked it up delicately touching it looking for the logo she thought-no she knew she saw it, Allison strained her eye a bit to see what she could see. Richard sat on a chair, left leg crossed over his right leg. He looked to his left side at a microscope and picked it up in his left hand and looked at her "Harp catch!" she looked at him and he threw it, she caught it in both hands and showed a small smile "Thanks" he nodded watching her use the magnifying glass.
She hovered the magnifying glass over the logo, it looked sort of like a G and an A, she wasn't sure it was smudged and wonky done. Not professional it looks like, however maybe it was intentional? Or maybe whoever made it wanted it to mean something?, the killer most likely. After a moment the cleaners came, she turned to them and handed it to them, they nodded with a smile thanking her and set off to work on the cold metal table, delicately disinfecting it and wiping off the blood with items.
Allison thanked them once they were done and left, Richard finally leapt off his chair and stared at the torture device, leaning close to it she giggled "Careful!. Might catch you" he rolled his eyes smiling "Don't worry, it won't". She stepped close and examined the logo. It was indeed a wonky G and A but what did it mean?, was it the name of the person or-?. She went to the file on the desk that was to the left side of the chair and examined it her gloves now off and in the biohazard bin, she flipped through it and her eyes widened "This must be it" Richard narrowed his eyes and walked behind her "What, what is it?".
While the investigation continues as it has for the past murders, the killer in question stands in front of a board. Staring at the board withe the pictures of the kills, details about the people, and the the lower right corner one image of a woman-with a ring, he takes out the doctors image and grabs a dark red marker muttering to himself "Suitable for it is close to the colour of blood", he opens it with his thumb the lid rolling on the ground and draws a line through the doctor's picture, from the upper left to thee lower right of the image, he puts it back on and sticks a thumb tack on it. He smirks, chuckling his eyes wild with pride, pleasure and hate all the while the hint of pride is of his accomplishment, a twisted accomplishment of his goal through the horror of torturing others.
A/n: I am sorry that it took so long for me to update. I had other things to do and am working on a different story. I had to cut this short and will take care of the unfinished plot points in this chapter later ;).