Candle In The Wind - Miraculous Ladybug Movie Rewrite

Chapter 4: Take a step into the havoc

It quickly became apparent that Chat Noir's raw destructive power didn't immediately go away after he'd used it, like he'd originally thought.

Because he could still feel it, morphing through his skin and into his body. Hotter than fire and deadlier than acid, it spread through his heart, lungs, throat, limbs; burning him to cinders from the inside out. There was nothing left for him but an overwhelming agonizing pressure that cut off any opportunity to breathe, scream or move.

He must be dying.

That was fair, right? That was what he deserved. In order to destroy something, you had to be willing to destroy yourself along with it. But he wished it would hurry the hell up because the pain was quickly becoming unbearable.

The persistent tugging on his wrist grew more frantic. Ladybug. She was talking to him. But it didn't matter. He was already underwater, already drowning. Her voice was only washing further and further away.

"Chat!... okay!... fix this!... MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!"

A thousand mini ladybugs burst into existence and filled the space around him with dazzling red light, before eventually flying away into the distance like a swarm of bees. Though his vision was fuzzy with dancing black spots, he could just about detect something in front of where he was kneeling. Something large and coppery that hadn't been there a second ago.

Convinced he was just seeing things, Chat Noir raised a trembling hand and pressed against it. But it was cold. Solid. Immovable.

The train?

Either his hallucination was seriously vivid, or he was already dead.

But his confusion paused the deterioration in its tracks. The burning sensation within him died down into pins and needles. The world once again turned the right way up, and the water became slightly more breathable. He gulped down great lungfuls of air, keeping his hand on the inexplicable train to support himself.

Ladybug was also louder, too.

"See? It's fine! Everyone's fine. You didn't hurt anyone." A blur of red and black knelt down in front of him. She reached out to gently hold each side of his face. "Hey, look at me. You're okay."

Chat Noir was still panting heavily. As he focused on her blue eyes, he said the only thing he could think of in that moment. "Y-You're not stuck."

"The healing spell fixed that. Along with everything else! Look, I'll show you."

Ladybug leapt to her feet, pulling him up with her. She took hold of his hand and led him down one of the narrow avenues next to the very palpable train. Chat Noir let her drag him along, shoes stumbling slightly on the uneven gravel.

She pointed at a window. "Look in there, Chat!"

Warily, he did. Inside the train, he saw several befuddled-looking passengers, asking each other questions as they tried to make sense of what had just happened to them. People who were entirely unhurt and alive.

One little girl with plaits saw him staring and waved cheerily. Chat Noir slowly waved back.

It was weird to see. He knew the people on the train were real, but it felt like he was experiencing an optical illusion. He'd watched them die. Despite what Ladybug had claimed to fix, the blood on his hands still didn't feel gone.

And it's not like she'd been able to fix his rapidly thudding heartbeat, the clamminess of his skin under his suit, or the way his entire body still shook like a leaf.

She'd never be able to fix how badly he'd fucked up.

The sirens weren't so distant anymore. Several blue-flashing cars pulled up at the foot on the bridge, police officers climbing out to stare at the mysterious kids standing on the train tracks.