Fourteen

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Yeeeeeah I just had a crazy night. Went trick-or-treating even though I'm probably too old for it now. Twisted my ankle in the beginning, walked on it for an hour and a half and now I can't walk. And I'm surprised I even remembered I had to post today with all the stress from school. Also, I just remembered I have to make a video for student council and I'm screwed. Enjoy the chapter 😊

Chat Noirs POV

I watched in vain as I sat trapped unmoving. Watching this chaos unfurl beneath me with a psychotic laugh echoing throughout all of Paris. A laugh that could no way be Marinettes. I had no way to get out. Well, I had one but then I would only have 5 minutes to get out of here. To be fair I didn't have a choice unless Ladybug would show up. I had to be careful so I didn't harm myself either.

I was about to call a Cataclysm when I saw something shiny catch my eye. It was a small knife left just within my reach.

"Thank goodness!"

I cut all the vines around me nearly impaling myself. I jumped off the eiffel tower and landed on a nearby building and ran to where she was, a glowing beacon of destruction. Normally that's my job.

When I got there she seemed shocked I wasn't dead by now. As she should be of course.

" Now you see this isn't some kids tv show with bad character development where I'm simply protected by plot armor. This is real life and I have a few braincells to use. Next time maybe remember to not leave sharp objects."

She looked like she was about to explode with lightning striking faster and harder.

"Ladybug will show up and fix you."

"You're wrong on both accounts Adrien." She said my name with such distain that it seemed to cut right into my heart.

"First off, I don't need fixing. I can't be fixed, so no one should waste their time. Second, she's not coming. You may have enough braincells to get out of my cage but you still haven't put two and two together."

"What do you mean of course she's coming."

"You haven't realized it? The hair, the eyes, the voice? Doesn't it all feel so familiar? like the answer is right in front of you?"

"I just want to help you."

"Fine. You want a villian to fight? I can play that part."

I expected a wave of lighting and vines to come my way but instead they went somewhere else. They shot at a building into a window and grabbed a civilian. A civilian that was none other than Alya Cesaire.

"Give me the miraculous, or the girl dies."

"Marinette no! She's your best friend!"

"You defend her now?! After ALL she's DONE to me? You defend HER?!"

"This isn't the way to feel any better!"

"Well throwing her off the Louve seems pretty nice right now. She made me this. She deserves to die."

"Please. Don't do this."

"I don't have a choice."

"Then neither do I. Cataclysm."

I ran after her pinning her to the ground with my forearm ready to use the cataclysm with no regard for wether or not she would survive it.

Then it clicked.  All of a sudden I was hit with a wave if realizations. Memories of every exscuse, every gymnastics move done when she trips, every witty line that ever came out of her mouth. She sounded like Ladybug because she was Ladybug.

That's why she wasn't showing up. That's why Ladybugs been acting strange.

And I.

Was about.

To kill her.

oh.

Oh.

"you got me. Now that that's out of the way lets get to the good stuff." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Please... M'lady..."

"Figured it out huh?"

Hawkmoth POV

Ladybug has been under my nose this whole time? Chat Noir does care about her... getting his miraculous might be easier Than I thought.

Chat Noirs POV

"Kill me. It's what I've wanted this whole time."

I choked back a sob as I tried and failed to talk begging her to know that she is enough.

"You read the letter. You know how I feel. So please. For me?"

I did use the cataclysm. But not on her. On the bloody knife erasing the first part of this horrible experience. I caught the akuma in a jar near by and waited. I detransformed so I could comfort her. All I could do now is pray she would be ok. The timer appered over her head.

10...

9...

8...

Why didn't it go up yet?

7...

6...

5...

Please just one more minute at the very least.

4...

3...

2...

She doesn't deserve this.

1...

Please. If anyone can hear me... help her

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