"the moth's apprentice" chat noir x y/n

The Dark

I know I said that Alya had the fox miraculous, but I've just revised that part because I changed my mind. 

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CATACLYSM

I could have sworn that the piercing shriek came from in front of me, at the tip of my brain. The voice was guttural, horrifying, full of reckless power. Though, there wasn't a hint of rage, just pure, terrible emotion. Sadness. Nothing like that kind of powerful grief that could draw out such a ragged scream. 

Y/N, some things are just better left covered up. 

I know that. Of course I know that. It's why I keep running. 

It's what I've been running from since I got to Paris. 

Inside my own head, I could picture the scene. Paris, covered in a sheen of darkness. A coveted insanity that crept its way into the minds of civilians, inherently destroying a once pristine city. Only one thing could draw out that kind of power. Grief, and magic. But magic doesn't exist. But superheroes do? 

These aren't my memories. This isn't my reality. 

I'm running, but I'm running from nothing. The dark is chasing me through the school yard, but no one seems to be there to stop it. No one seems to be around to help, and I can't wrench my terrified jaw apart to scream. The dark smiles at me, leaving nothing but destruction in its path. 

The last drowned out thought finds its way into my head as the dark finally catches up to me speaks loud and clear in my head. 

It's not real. 

I'm swallowing bits of concrete as I lay on the ground in a heap of dust. 

Coughing, I sat up, looking around at the wreckage around me. Upon surveying the damage, the only thing slightly out of place seems to be...well...me. I'm lying, shivering on the ground in a heap as onlookers stare at me with concern and mild amusement. 

There was nothing there. No darkness. No destruction. Just some very startled students. 

Don't trust anyone. 

Well, thanks a lot for that, strange voice. 

Regaining my dignity, I remained on the ground, brushing dirt and other debris off my legs. I must have been running for a couple minutes, but it seemed to stretch on forever. Dust coated my shoes, and my head felt like an earthquake hit it. It struck me suddenly that everyone must have seen me running from absolutely nothing. If they thought I was weird before, now they're really convinced. 

Good God. 

"Are you alright?" The detached voice came from a girl, about my age, with auburn hair and a sickly kind smile on her face. She extended a manicured hand. "Hi. My name is Lila." 

I took her hand. "Thanks. Y/N." She lifted me to my feet with a strange amount of force for the small person she was.  

Lila looked at me with a hint of concern. "Strange that you were running like you were being chased, but nothing was there." 

I gritted my teeth. "Mhm." 

"Were there bullies chasing you?" 

"No..."