The wind was cold for July and the heavy clouds foretold a truly awful storm, but Marionette barely felt it. All she could feel was the swirling emotions in her head as boring old Marinette tried to stop her from doing anything else.
'We just killed someone!'
'Yeah. What about it?'
'There's no Miraculous Cure to fix this! He's dead completely!'
'What of it? From what I've heard the only crime we've really committed is killing him too swiftly.'
Before Marinette could drag up another defense of human life, Marionette shut her into the tiny part of her brain where Marinette had once kept all her negative emotions.
'Stew in there for a little while, then see if you don't agree.' Marionette thought vindictively.
As the first fat drops of rain splattered onto the roof where she was standing, Marionette began to gracefully make her way towards the hotel that held most of her worst enemies, a wicked smile carving itself across her face.
After all, what better place than Gotham for a little revenge?
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FanfictionMarinette finds out she's adopted when her parents disown her and send her to live with her biological father. In Gotham. What could possibly go wrong?
