HBBIC (Head Bitches & Bastard In Charge)

Clip the Owl's Wings- Act 1

Alya woke up in the middle of the night feeding parched, so she reluctantly got up from her comfortable bed and went to the kitchen to get some water. Once she returned to her room with a glass, she felt a chill in the air. That's when she noticed that her window was open.

"When did I opened that?" Alya wondered as she went to close the window. As she took in the view of the city during nighttime, thunder crashed, much to her shock since there aren't any clouds out.

"Hello, Tabloid Writer," a familiar but also sultry-sounding voice greeted, alarming Alya. When she turned around, she was met with the sight of Marinette, sitting cross-legged on her bed. She was wearing a blue off-the-shoulder sweater with a black skirt, and black leather boots. Her hair was down and cascading down her back. Alya can't tell if this is a dream or a nightmare.

Alya backed away, "Marinette? How did you get in here?"

"We're like oxygen," another voice said. A male voice. Alya turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Nathaniel standing right behind her. His bangs were pinned back, he has on a black leather jacket, a red v-neck shirt, black skinny jeans, and red converse. "We're everywhere."

Alya begins to back away from the two until she finds herself in the corner of her room, just next to the door. It opens and in steps, Chloé, dressed in a yellow crop top, black shorts, and black pumps. And much to Alya's horror, she's holding her phone. "Really, Alya? Still buying Lila's bullshit?" She cackles. "Guys, get a load of this! Cesaire thinks we're in a gang!" She tosses Marinette the phone before Alya could grab it.

"Jesus Christ!" Marinette laughs as she and Nathaniel read what Alya has written in her Notes, "We are going to crucify you for this! Jumping to conclusions as soon as Lila says so once again."

Alya frowned. Even in her dreams, Marinette was convinced that Lila is a liar. "Lila is not a liar! Why are you three so determined to hurt her?! And wh-what are you guys even doing here?!"

"Oh, just delivering a message," Nathaniel replied. "Look in your closet."

Alya wondered why he was telling her to do that but didn't bother asking and just hesitantly made her way towards her closet. Once she slid the door open, she let out a blood-curdling scream at the sight of the horribly decomposed corpse of Mme. Bustier. One of her eyes looked like it was ready to come out of her socket, she had cuts and bruises all over her face, horrible words written in black on her arms, and it looked as if her hair had been attacked by a lawnmower.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Alya cried, inching away from her teacher's corpse.

"She had it coming," Chloé sang.

Nathaniel approached the educator's corpse. "Worst. Teacher. Ever." He flicks the corpse's face, and on cue, the eyeball fell out of her socket.

Alya asked shakily as she sat on her bed, "B-but... Wh-why? Why would you... You do this?"

"Because we can, Césaire!" Marinette exclaimed with a sneer as her usually kind blue eyes began turning into a menacing shade of red. "Consider it a warning. If you or Rosis's little cult get in our way, each of your heads will be on pikes." She smirks, showing off her sharpened canines, "And it'll be so very!"

Marinette cackles while Nathaniel and Chloe echo the last word and the room turns dark before an ominous red fog rolled in.

Very.

Very.

Very.

All three sets of eyes have turned a bright glowing red as the chanting continues. They stalk towards Alya until they have her cornered. She tried to escape, but there was no way out.