All Lila could see was darkness, the uncaring void staring her in the face as her mind tried to fill in the gaps, where was she? What was going on? Why couldn't she move anything? She tried moving her sore jaw only to find her mouth stuck open with tight fabric keeping her from making noise.
She tried reflecting, nothing made sense anymore since the last thing she could remember was going to bed. She was on a call with Alya talking about how popular her latest interview on the Ladyblog was where she made up some hang out with Ladybug and talked about Chat falling for her, she couldn't remember the specifics her mind was too hazy for that but she knew this was wrong.
She wasn't able to tell the passage of time anymore, but after what felt like awhile of it she heard a muffled groaning on her left and while it was getting louder it still was about as loud as snapping close a CD player.
“Oh good, all of you are awake. Just in time for the show,” a voice said, it was high pitched and feminine but definitely not one Lila recognized. “Don't worry too much you two, just try and relax because soon all your problems on this world won't mater any more.” the voice said as Lila felt a soft warm hand grasp her cheek giving her a slight squeeze, her body began to tremble as she feared for what lay in store.
GOW
It's been hours since the disappearance, no one knew when it happened but Lila, and Alya were nowhere to be found and Nino was worried, the whole class got together, while Adrien at first accused Marinette she had a witness and an alibi so no one could take that route any farther, though things got even stranger since an alert went out on the Ladyblog saying 17:00 with the time being 16:45 the class agreed to meet in Chloe's hotel and figure out what was going on. The time ticked away with no one getting any closer to what was going on.
That was until an alert rang out that the Ladyblog was streaming.
It became a mad scramble, at Chloe's orders they were taken down to the streaming room which was instantly set up viewing the stream. So far all that lay on the screen was the black spotted red disk that the Ladyblog was known to use as a logo, the dead air sign in Alya's normal live stream.
Time ticked on slowly as the restless nature of the class grew and grew, student's shifting around in seats as they pondered what this live stream could be, the moment the clock struck 17:00 the symbol died, replaced by a dimly lit room and the normal poor quality of Alya's phone.
“Is this thing on? Now it is. This is perfect timing too! Greetings Paris, I am Megan, Ladybug's true biggest fan and disciple.” a feminine voice said as the camera shifted, on the screen a girl could be seen, she wore a red dress with a black beret covering part of her messy black hair, a Ladybug cape tied around her neck flowing behind her back. Her skin was rather fair though what caught the classes attention was her eyes, burning red with joy if the smile across her lips was to be believed.
“Now I stand here today because we, unfortunately, have some heretics who must be destroyed, yes shameful I know but unfortunately we have them in our midst, in fact let's view them now!” she said, the camera moved showing the two missing classmates struggling as they sat bound against chairs with a thick fabric gag stuck in each of their mouths preventing speech.
A collective gasp sounded from the class, a hurt choke came from Nino as their eyes fixed to the screen, the phone moved to show nothing but blurs as this Megan person mounted it onto some fixed surface. She walked in front of the camera, making her way back to stand in the middle of the girls. Her hand reaching for Lila as she began dragging the Italian forwards by her hair.
“First we'll start with the liar who dares taint the name of our goddess with her foul lips, she needs to atone with a surge of blood and I as a devout servant of the most glorious, powerful, and grand goddess Ladybug shall bring this about for you!” Megan said, glee bleeding through her voice as she toppled the chair Lila sat on bringing her body to the ground as the girl grabbed a rather large rusty knife. Most of the class looked away in horror as they heard the muffled screams blaring louder and louder, drowning out the hard hacking and tearing of flesh on the Italian's legs.
