The blast sent Tikki and me flying onto the pavement. My body was sprawled out as concrete landed beside me. Coughing on the dust I slowly pushed myself to stand. Glancing down at my opened purse I could see a shocked Tikki, clenching the fabric within.
"I'm okay" she claimed, nodding as I watched M. Agreste was actually walking closer to us. Quickly turning to run to the park. Once I arrived a few families and some children were riding on the carousel.
"Run there's an Akuma!" I yelled waving my arms as people started screaming. Grabbing their children and started fleeing.
"Papa help me!" A little boy who was on the carousel shrieked. Running over to help I could see him in the Ladybug seat.
Oh, the freaking irony!
The boy was frantically looking around. Once I reached him I could tell he was around five years old. As he pulled on the safety bar that was pinned against him. As he struggled his brown eyes were filled with fear and tears.
"Are you stuck? Where's your Papa?" Reaching inside the bug I tugged on the bar.
"T-t-the ladybug w-won't let me go! Papa left to go get help!"
Nodding I continued to pull on the bar and it wasn't budging.
"What's your name anyway?" At this point, I was pulling on the bar with both hands.
"J-Jacques."
"Nice to meet you, I- I-'m Mar-" another explosion came from behind me.
"The Akuma's here!" Jacques cried; letting go of the bar I turned around to see M. Agreste. His akumatized self was wearing a black outfit with white accents. Along with a red glass mask covering his eyes. his hair was a mixture of black and white. In his hands was a crimson book and it was wide opened. M. Agreste was walking closer and he grazed the book along a bench causing it to disappear.
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" He yelled, turning back to Jacques. I continued to try and pull the bar.
Nom de Dieu!
"My name is The Collector and I will create the perfect model!"
What is with the idea of perfection; does everything in life need to be perfect? Such a simple yet complex concept. Being derived from the Latin word perficere which means to complete. In which it's necessary to be cleansed of all flaws, defects, and brokenness. Damn those lessons with Nathalie came in handy.
"M. Agreste what about Adrien, he wouldn't want you to do this! Life isn't about striving to be perfect; trust me, it's something I'm trying to learn myself. M. Agreste it's not always going to be easy but you can choose right now to refuse Hawkmoth's power!" I yelled trying to reason with him. While walking towards him I hoped that if he deakumatizes himself; so I wouldn't have to transform.
"Adrien? I'm doing this for him and with this book, I will be able to achieve my goal. Starting with stealing one's youthful appearance. Also with any luck, I'll be able to able to snatch up Chat Noir's miraculous for Hawkmoth!"
Youthful appearance? What did he mean by that?
"Marinette" Jacques shrieked, as fear washed over me. The Collector wanted Jacques, he wanted to hurt a kid.
"No, I won't let you harm him!" Even though I was already between them I raised my arms in an attempt to block him. Collector scoffed and threw the book like a boomerang. My body turned towards Jacques to run.
Faster, Marinette faster!
I was halfway there when I was tackled to the ground. My chest pressed against the grass; a pair of claws dug into my shoulders.
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Darkling
Fanfiction"Marinette please let's just go home, your gonna get sick out here." She said as a chuckle escaped my lips. While staring out upon the dark water. There's a certain beauty in the ideal of darkness. It's never just applied to one situation, it's an e...
