✧. ┊𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒃 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒌,
𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬｡˚ ✧
𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 a life came with a great cost.
As she slowly closed her eyes, having already run out of air, all the teen s...
Amongst the strange F/C-hued thick fog spreading through the streets of Paris, aimless footfalls made their way forward. In a rather odd costume, designed by Hawkmoth himself, his newest hunter- or, huntress prowled the empty streets.
She wore a dress, reaching above her knees, covered by leggings, the skirt being the closest resemblance to a certain flower. An odd veil-like cloth covering her face, not giving away her identity. She was wearing somewhat high boots, making loud thuds each time she'd jump or take a step. A wand, looking like that very flower's plant rested in her hand.
With each step, the blur of the fog dwindled. And, with each passing second after its disappearance, those it was to consume were tossing and turning in their slumbers. Others, though, spared, remained entirely unaware, the night is just like any other to them.
...
The sun woke up, lighting up the streets of Paris which were somewhat... busy.
Marinette Dupain Cheng stepped out of her home, confused at the strange yelling going on around.
She could still hear her parents' loud voices inside as they fought. It caught her off guard, she couldn't recall the last time she had to witness such a scene.
Worse, the people around seemed... very ticked off. Several were already at each other's throats. Somehow, she'd spot a few like her with the same baffled looks as they avoided each person.
Their yelling made no sense.
They were fighting over just about whatever.
Everything was wrong here.
Marinette watched as some fought while others seemed... jumpy.
The girl flinched, instantly turning back upon the sudden contact she'd made with someone. Upon her gaze falling on them, the boy froze, a horrified look framing his face.
"I--I'm so-so sorry," he blurts out really quick, his voice barely above a whisper as he moves away, leaving her amongst the people.
It was odd how that boy seemed to remind the Asian girl of herself. She shook it off, focusing on what was happening around her.
This was it.
Eight in the morning but, duty still calls.
Marinette took in a deep breath, convincing herself this was not the worst thing she'd seen ever since she'd gotten her miraculous. With that, she turned back and ran off, preparing to step onto the battlefield and, also bring some reinforcement, perhaps.
