Candle In The Wind - Miraculous Ladybug Movie Rewrite

Chapter 8: I can be your light when your light goes out

Chat Noir (or Chat, if he was going to admit that Ladybug's nickname for him had started to stick) vaulted toward the rooftop he saw his lady standing on with her back to him, as she peered out from behind a tall smokestack.

Even from behind, he could tell by her demeanor how tense she was; shoulders knotted up and hands bunched into fists as she watched the havoc of the most recent akuma unfold in front of her. Chat landed next to her on the chimney flashing, with a soundless thump. She turned towards him.

"How nice of you to swing by, milady," he said, voice dripping with honey as he let a suave smile slip across his face. "What have we got today?"

Her brow furrowed, eyes traveling back towards their new opponent. He peered around her shoulder to follow her gaze.

In a boulevard that was completely abandoned by people, a lone akumatized victim (a girl of about sixteen) scoured up and down the sidewalk. Everything from her magically crafted suit to her long twin braids were coated in a rich sapphire color. Her eyes, sclerae as blue as her irises, shifted around to assess her surroundings. Light bounced off them in an iridescent kaleidoscope, as they glowed and crackled with magical energy.

Chat thought about Chris's classmate — the one who was obsessed with video games — and raised his eyebrows. "Well, that's not who I was expecting."

Ladybug shook her head. "Me neither."

Perplexed, they turned to meet each other's eyes. Both of their faces immediately broke into a grin as they laughed. They'd long since accepted the fact that many things between them just couldn't be elaborated; identities remained secret for a reason.

But his attempt at lightening the mood had worked. He saw her shoulders fall from their tight position, her stance shifting from a bundle of nerves to the confidence he'd grown to love about her.

He glanced at the clump of bushes situated behind the supervillain. Or what used to be a clump of bushes. Now they were nothing but a smoldering wasteland, the last of the flames flickering and dying across charred vegetation.

"That was the explosion from earlier, right?" he asked.

His partner opened her mouth to reply, but the blue girl beat her to it.

"LADYBUG!" she roared, head still swiveling around in search of the red and black superhero. "I saw you! I know you're here somewhere. Don't think you can hide from me!"

"Here's what I know so far," said Ladybug, her voice low and fast. "She shoots from the eyes, so those are our target. Her bombs take time to make, so there are pauses between each blast that we need to take advantage of. Also, she—"

"Gotcha!" The supervillain glared up in their general direction, their hiding place very much compromised. Her grin widened, far too exaggerated, and her eyes glazed over in malice as they began to spark with bolts of electricity.

"CHAT!" Ladybug grabbed him by the cuff on his wrist and yanked him backwards, causing him to trip over the ridge of the roof and fall, arms flailing.

Right before he flipped feet over head and the roof's summit blocked his vision, he saw a metallic tangible object the size of a tennis ball flash to life in front of the villain's eyes and then shoot forward. It whistled as it ripped through the air, heading straight toward the gambrel they'd both been standing on a millisecond ago.

At the exact same time his body slammed into the downward-slanting tiles, he heard the other side of the roof explode. Debris screamed as they were blown apart and flung in every direction. Chat crashed into the rain gutter, knocking it clean off and bringing it down with him as he fell off the side of the house, right before the entire roof collapsed in an implosion of rubble.