A New Beginning- a MariJon story

Ch. 33

Damian had no words to describe what he just saw. One moment Marinette had been standing in her room, and the next she was wearing a red and white costume and going through a portal. Damain stood in her doorway for a solid five minutes before venturing further into her room, still mystified at what had happened. He wandered over to her bed, reading the papers that were sitting on her pillow. He let the papers flutter out of his hands as he strugggled to identify the strange emotion he was feeling. Guilt. He remembered Jon describing the feeling to him once. He said you would feel sick, like someone was punching you in the stomach. Or it might feel like your heart had fallen into your shoes, like a sinking feeling in your chest. 

Well that's what Damain felt right now, although he couldn't figure out why. He set the letters down and wandered over to her desk, now focused on a strange, polka-dot box.

Unfortunately for him, walking near the Miracle box without the guardian in the room was problematic, as he soon found out. Once he got within arms reach of the box, a rope wrapped itself around his ankle and he found himself hanging upside down from the ceiling. A gag slid its way over his mouth and his arms were tied to his side,making it nearly impossible to escape. He tried to call for Alfred, but the gag was, impossibly, not letting sound through. 

 He would have to wait until Marinette came back to be set free. He hoped it was soon, cause his eyes were starting to itch. 

A/N- Thanks for reading!