Under The Flames ( English Version)

World on Fire

The narrative was mine, and you destroyed it. You made me build something you'd throw away later. I guess there shouldn't be a problem setting fire to it all and watching it burn.

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Marinette was lying on her bed, staring at the small butterfly resting under that glass jar. Gabriel, when he gave the insect to the girl the day before, said it could traverse surfaces, but so far, the butterfly hadn't moved.

The only movement it made was gently flapping its wings at certain intervals. It seemed as if it returned the apprehensive gaze Marinette directed at it.

The mixed-race girl stood up and picked up the jar, hesitating about whether she should open it or not. She wasn't sure what would have prompted her to ask that man for this butterfly. She had been surprised to see the strength and power those reddish figures possessed and, when defeated, they all released a red butterfly.

This was one of the differences the butterfly in her hands had; those were red, while hers had a shade of purple.

Marinette sighed and opened the jar, watching the akuma fly slowly in front of her face. She put the jar aside and extended her hand, and the butterfly landed on her palm. The blue-eyed girl smiled and tried not to laugh as she felt the uncomfortable crawl of the insect on her hand.

Without much ceremony, Marinette closed her hand, crushing the akuma. She squeezed her fingers tighter, enjoying the sensation of hearing the body crack and disintegrate in her hand.

When she opened her hand again, a slimy purple liquid lay in it, slowly adhering to a small cut on Marinette's hand. The girl wanted to scream, biting her lip with the pain it caused.

The liquid soon disappeared from her hand, but Marinette could feel it coursing through her veins. She put her hands to her head when a sharp pain came. She stumbled to her desk and leaned on it. She breathed unevenly as the liquid spread.

Before the pain stopped, it became so intense that Marinette couldn't contain a scream. She blinked a few times, and her breathing gradually returned to normal. She looked in the mirror. Her blue eyes now bordered on violet, and her skin was paler.

─ Wh-what? - she muttered before recoiling sharply when her mother entered through the little door.

─ Marinette, are you okay, dear? - she put her hands on the girl's face. ─ I heard a scream.

─ I'm, I just accidentally pricked myself with the needle trying to put in those contact lenses Chloé gave me. - she lied.

─ Oh, that's good. - Sabine sighed in relief. ─ That explains the color of your eyes, but I think you should wash your face; your makeup looks very pale.

─ Of course, I was going to do that, mom.- she forced a smile, which the Chinese woman returned before leaving the room.

Marinette looked at herself once more in the mirror and opened the desk drawer, taking out a container with some contact lenses. She picked a blue one to match her eyes and put them in carefully, applying light makeup shortly after.

She saw on the clock that there was an hour and a half before classes began, so she decided to get ready. She didn't want to be late or come up with excuses to avoid the questions people would ask her.

Before leaving, Marinette just wanted to test something. She turned to her backpack and closed her eyes, raising her hand. When she opened her eyes again, she grinned slyly as she saw the backpack slowly levitate.

Exactly as she had wished.

Now she had powers. Unimaginable powers that no one around her could stop.