It all began in what appeared to be the corridors of a warehouse, with someone fleeing from an armed militia trying to shoot him.
However, the target was running as fast as hecould, dodging the bullets involuntarily. He raced down the stairs until he passedthrough a doorway and found himself in an unparalleled large room with tens ofthousands of doors, either on walls, on the floor or floating in the void.
Pressed for time, he clutched something he'd been holding since the beginning of his escape, stepped through a door, placed what he'd been holding against it and promptly closed it.
The guards were just in time to see that a bomb had been placed on a door engraved with the number "510191", which exploded just after they had read the number.
Leaving only splintered and smoking pieces of wood, some still burning from the explosion.
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A little later, a teenage girl emerged from a bakery.
She was slim of medium height, with medium-length black hair with blue highlights tied in two braids, bellflower eyes, light freckles on both sides and the bridge of her nose. She wore a dark gray blazer with rolled-up sleeves; the inside of the blazer is lined in white with pink polka dots and black trim. Underneath, she wore a white t-shirt with black stitching and a flower design below the collar. The design itself has pink flowers and black leaves. She wore pink rolled-up jeans and pink ballet flats with dark red soles. She wore eyeliner around her eyes and black earrings.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late!" She shouted as she rushed out of the bakery.
An Asian woman with hair the same color as the teenager came out holding a small bag.
"Marinette, you forg-" Says the woman before screaming as she crosses the crosswalk while a truck speeds towards her without stopping.
Inside the truck, the driver could be seen casually tuning his radio station without looking at the road.
The teenager stopped in the middle of the pedestrian crossing as she heard her mother realize that she was about to be hit by a truck and could do nothing about it.
She closed her eyes, hoping not to feel the violence of the impact, but instead felt someone protectively embracing her, followed by a noise she could mistake for the impact of a vehicle against a wall.
She opened her eyes to find that not only was she all right, but that a teenager her own age had been protecting her.
She turned around to see the truck stopped with a huge dent where the vehicle had hit her. Completely stunned by this, she didn't notice the driver sitting in shock on the ground.
"Oh no!" Said her saviour, inspecting where the truck would have hit her. "I was hoping it would be more resistant."
She then paid attention to him and saw that he was a slim boy with an athletic build, short black hair and black eyes. His facial features were average, with no impressionable qualities.
He was wearing loose-fitting jogging pants, a pair of sneakers and a red shirt.
It was the same boy who had escaped from armed guards earlier.
"Marinette, are you all right?!" Marinette's mother asked as she and a tall man with a moustache wearing an apron emerged from the bakery and took their daughter in their arms.
"Uh... yes, yes I'm fine." She said as she saw the teenager apologize before her father took the boy in his arms.
"You saved my daughter, thank you very much." He said as he hugged the young man as tightly as he could.
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Miraculous: The Candy Warrior
FanfictionA new hero arrives in Paris and a new encounter turns Marinette's life upside down. But he didn't arrive alone, as a new threat was discovered at the same time, a threat linked to him. How will the heroes deal with it, and with the threat posed by L...