Eyes (Talon!Marinette AU!)

Yeah, so I was listening yo some music (Gasoline by Halsey) when inspiration hit me to make this. It also helped that I was reading Talon!Dick fics yesterday. So BOOM! This.

Also: Trigger warning! Gore! Blood and dead people. (Also killing? But thats only implied)

Just so you know: My knowledge on Talons are from fanfics and Wikipedia. I read a few of the comics, and the one that included Talons or the Court of Owls in general is 'Robin War'. Its amazing. 100% recommended.

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When she first opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was her hands.

What.... What happened to me?

She stared at her hands, or was once her hands. Her skin was cold and deathly white. There were long talon-like claws instead of her fingernails. But those weren't the ones that worried her the most. Her hands were coated with blood. She doesn't know if it was hers. She didn't want to know. She shivered.

It was cold, she noticed. It wasn't even winter.

She never gets cold like this before. It was like she got dumped into a frozen lake. Even at winter, she has a high-tolerance to cold.

So why is she still cold?

Her eyes drifted into different corners of the room. She didn't recognize the place. It was dark, she can tell, but somehow she didn't have trouble seeing. It looked like a large fancy bedroom, with all the necessities rich people have.

It was a fancy bedroom. Everywhere you look is destroyed. The floor was full of blood and destroyed furniture. The mattress of the bed was torn open and the sheets were torn to shreds. Shattered vases and pieces  of what she assumed was a white mask littered the place.

Blood and claw marks filled the walls, the expensive paintings that were displayed were ruined with stains. It looked like it was trashed by a monster. Bodies were scattered everywhere.

It looked like a massacre. It is a massacre.

She noticed a tiny glint from a mirror on the left corner, near the door. The light was blinding her eyes. It seemed to be calling her. Begging her to come closer. So she decided to approach it slowly.

She started to stand up from the floor. Her legs and the clothes that she was wearing started dripping blood. Her clothes was soaked from the puddle that she kneeled on earlier, giving it stains that will surely be hard to remove.

As she walked towards the mirror, she couldn't help but notice the body on the floor near the bed. It was a guy, she guessed, based on their clothes. He wasn't that recognizable, since his face was gone. Smashed. She swallowed the bile rising from her throat. She tried her best to ignore it, but she couldn't ignore that sinking feeling in her gut.

It wasn't me, I didn't do it.

She was still at an unfamiliar place. She was surprised on how she can easily avoid the obstacles (bodies) in her path. Footsteps sounded throughout the room. Once in a while she stepped on broken vases. But it didn't hurt as badly as she expected. Each step she took a splat could be heard from the blood that she stepped in.

Splat!

Splat!

Splat!

It echoed in her ears. Every sound reached in her ears. She can hear her own heartbeat beating and the sound of her breathing.

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

But she couldn't hear the others breathing.

She can hear a hoo of the owl on the edge of a broken window, so she paused. She seemed to be floors up in a building, overlooking into the bright lights of a city. Endless gray clouds covered the night sky.

It was a place you wouldn't see owls regularly. So she narrowed her eyes at the unusual owl. The owl seemed too stare into her soul, vibrant yellow eyes glowing trough the darkness.

"Hoo!"

A cold breeze entered the room, she shivered and blinked.

It was gone.

So she tucked her arms into her armpits and continued her journey on the large room.

Splat.

Ba-dump.

Splat.

Ba-dump.

Crack.

Ba-dump.

She stepped on something unusual. It didn't crack like a piece of glass. She moved her foot and picked up the object.

It was a chess piece. A king. A white king. And it was covered in blood from her feet.

If you look on the right side you would noticed a table and a flipped chess board. The chess pieces  were scattered on the floor, beside them were two bodies. One male, and one female.

They were stabbed in the head.

She turned her head the opposite direction. She choked a sob and shook her head. So many dead bodies...

She continued walking, in a much faster pace. She didn't want to see more of the horrors of the room.

She stopped and gasped. She arrived at the mirror.

She stared at herself at the mirror in horror. Her dark hair was messy and tangled; but most importantly, it was covered in blood. Looking at her face, she looked like one of the bodies she saw earlier, her skin is a shade of a deathly pale white. Her eyes was the only thing that said she's alive. The eyes that haunt her every time she tried to sleep. The eyes that show up everytime she closes hers. The eyes that will haunt her as long as she's alive.

Gone was the bright blue eyes, toxic yellow ones stared back.

Marinette's eyes widened as Talon stared back.

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I don't know how she became a Talon, how she gained her memories, or how she even got there. (Nah, the last two ones are lies) This scene just popped into my mind. Just use your imagination on what happened.

You can also use my idea or make a continuation for this. It will be greatly appreciated.

I kinda like Talon!Mari so if you have read any recommended fics... Well you know it.

GIMME-