CHAPTER SEVEN -The Blonde That Hides

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"What? Fight? Bring IT on." Felix turns to Argos.

"HEY! NO FAIR YOU TURNED INTO A BIRD, YOU CAN FLY AWAY" Argos jumped away. "PUSSY CAT" She demands. Adrien comes out the car and confused over Nathalies actions.

"Nathalie? What's going on?" Adrien asked. "Huh" Nathalie says. "Your behavior. It's different."

"Nah I'm good." Nathalie says and walks inside. She fell to the ground instantly. Passed out..

Hours later......

Nathalie wakes up in her bedroom. Adrien must have helped her or something. Nathalie groans.. "My Head fucking hurts.."

Nathalie gets up and keeps Hand to Head. She Walks out. She walks through the corridor. "Nathalie where are you going?" Adrien asked as he was watching the whole time. "To get some gas in our car." She says.

"May I go with you?" He asks. "Well..um..I might go to the store to get a couple things too."

"Ew shopping!" Adrien shouts. Nathalie chuckles. "Just as always, dear." Nathalie goes downstairs. "I'll see you in 15 minutes." She walks out. Nathalie gets her car and realizes her car is at low gas.

"Shit.." she escapes the Agreste Manor and Drives to the local Gas Station. But then, her car stops in the middle of the trip..

"Holy fuck."

Nathalie gets out of the car and realizes she's at an empty place. Nothing. She didn't want her grey car just sitting there. In order to go farther, she had to push her car.

She sighs. "Good way to use my strength, but first.. I should call for help.." She Looks in her purse that was always beside her..

"Where the hell is my phone?"

"I know i brung IT."

Nathalie goes to the car and starts to push it. "I have to.." she grunts in every sentence. Her arms already hurts from the start. "It..hurts..." she grunts more.

She looks around and looks at her car.. "maybe I can walk around for help.. maybe I can walk to the gas station." She ran fast. She wasn't Even Close to anything. She was in the middle of no where but trees.

She heard a ringing somewhere. It was a loud. Aching. Ringing.

She followed it. "Maybe the ringing could be from someone..someone.." She follows the ringing as it got louder.

"It's very loud.."

She once got to the ringing. She Found out what it was. But before she went to it, she looked back at her car. "Hope IT doesn't get stolen.."

She quickly ran to the ringing. It was a telephone. And old unmodern telephone. It seemed like it was at least 40 years old. Rusty and losing its red color. Fading.

It was a quarter ported phone. She put a quarter in to answer it. "Hello?.."

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