The MIRACULOUS Next Generation

Chapter # 62 Choices and decisions,

The carapace is starting at the half-moon peaking from the dark clouds above the city of Paris.
From the surface, he looks as calm as the moonlight illuminating his almond skin. But in his mind, he was having a battle with himself. He diverts his gaze down on the dark pathway, He is awaiting the arrival of his sister.
But so far there is no sign of her. He hopes she has succeeded in her task and is alright.
Slowly reaching into his armor's pocket he pulls out a little wooden box. With gentle yet firm fingers he traces the cravings on the tiny object.
Deep down a part of his mind knows the one who deserves to wield such power and responsibility but his whole existence is standing in resistance.
He heaves a heavy sigh if his sister didn't come back in the next ten minutes he will go and look for her.
"Would she want to be a hero?" He muses, "would she be happy if he gave her the Miraculous," suddenly he is reminded of her smile, it was rare for Carolina Kurtzberg to genuinely smile or laugh.
Even so, he is gifted with such occurrence more than once.
He considers himself a stuck-up idiot for not realizing that she liked him way before Sara and Emma knocked some sense into his brain.
His musings wander to Emma, "is she okay?" He wonders, what could break Emma Agreste so much to the point she is akumatized.
His gaze drops to the wooden box again for the umpteenth time.
"You know she has the right to wield the Miraculous as much as you do," the traitorous part of his mind speaks smugly.
Frustrated he ran a hand through his hair.
The dark path below gains his attention again, still no sign of his sister.
He stands straight and contemplates his options and he doesn't have very much time or options.
With a sigh, he sprints towards his destination.
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Volpina wipes the blurry window glass with her palm.
She is currently standing outside the window of Flint's room. She scrunches her nose and peaks inside. Flint's room is dark and from the looks of it, it must be cold too.
There was no sign of the boy himself.
Hesitating for a moment the heroine enters the unknown territory.
She is surprised to feel the chilling climate of the room, the only source of light is a single lamp.
"Haven't he heard of heaters?" She mutters, observing his room.
She walks towards the entrance door and to her surprise, it is locked.
"He is not here," the heroine looks aggrieved.
And then there is sound, it is faint but she is sure she heard it.
It came from the attached bath at the far left of the room.
"You shouldn't be entering a guy's private bath," a voice scolds, it sounds awfully like her mother.
"Well, I've already crossed the boundaries," she retorts, "I have bigger things to worry about than the privacy of a boy,"
She pulls open the door and is shocked at the sight in front of her.
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Flint feels his brain-numbing but the pain was still there.
He shifts deeper into the bathtub until only the mop of his hair was visible outside.
He is still wearing his clothes now wet and cold.
The cold water prickled at the tips of his fingers so he grabs the edge of the tub with all the strength he can muster.
"The pain is still there, it isn't going away," he groaned but it is muffled by the water.
After a few seconds, he can feel his consciousness slipping away.
Something roughly pulls him out of the water and he gasps for air.
Flint cusses at the traitorous lungs for the need for oxygen.
He closes his eyes tightly, "What the hell were you thinking?!" The voice is feminine, "is it his mother?" He ponders, "No, it couldn't be her, She didn't care," It is a painful realization but Flint Joseph knows now for sure that Lila Rose has always been selfish.
It just took him a mere sixteen years.
"Are you alright?" The voice turned soft as the female pulls him to his feet.
He finally decides to open his eyes.
Volpina is standing in front of him, her eyes glazed with concern, "was it for him?" His mind muses.
A painful realization struck him, "I am the reason everyone is suffering right now, I am not deserving of anything," He averts his gaze down on the marble floor.
He hears her take a deep breath but she stays silent.
After mourning over his choices, he looks up.
Volpina is still standing in front of him but now she is holding a towel out for him to take.
He flinched but takes the towel nonetheless.
"It's cold, Change your clothes," she leaves him alone in the bathroom.
The wet clothes are clasping on him like a second skin. He realizes how cold it is.
But the pain in his heart has somehow subsided just a little.
After changing into fresh pair of clothes, Flint enters his room and was stunned that the heroine is still there.
She doesn't notice his presence so he clears his throat and asks, "what brought you here?" His voice is raspy and he sounds a little rude.
The heroine doesn't look his way, "I... Had a job,"
He is afraid that she might ask him the reason for his actions.
Volpina senses the apprehension from the boy, to ease his nerves she tells him, "it's not my place to ask you the reason for your action. Don't worry I won't pry. Unless you want to tell me first,"
She finally looks at the boy, he looked so weak and fragile. She is reminded of her brother in a thunderstorm when they were younger.
Sara always has been the logical one and her brother is more of an airhead.
He waits for her to continue but she just shrugged and looks away.
He is again conflicted on whether or not to tell her.
"You have already broken the trust of one person you cared about most. Are you going to do the same again?" His conscience taunts him.
"Do you think I have a choice?"
"You've always had a choice. You just never made the right one,"
Flint Joseph rubbed his face and says, "I have to tell you something just listen patiently. You can do anything you desire afterward,"

Author's Note:

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