In the wrong hands

Chapter 5

Chloè

So the helicopter dropped me on the top of the tower for the best view of course. I sit on the ledge with only my butt keeping me from falling. I wasn't scared of being up here anymore, I was so used to coming here. I sigh thinking about the terrible day I had. First Marinette's clumsy self fell all over my

brand new white heels! I was so tired of her finding each and every way to annoy me. I don't even know why she thinks she has a chance with my Adrikins. I immediately frown at the thought of having to go to my photo shoot all alone because he wasn't at school today. I put my chin in my hand and just try to enjoy the view. I look at the sky, streaked with pinks and purples and oranges, and admire

God's masterpiece. As beautiful as it is I couldn't help but feel restless. Even though daddy doesn't like it, I walk around the ledge winding down to the ground. I'm on 4th or 5th ledge when I see a sneaker poking out at me. I stumble back and catch myself before I go tumbling off the building. OH

MY GOD! Are there dead bodies up here?!? How gross! I wrinkle up my nose as I start to approach the shoe. Right as I'm about to turn the corner onto the next ledge I see a blinding flash of green. I immediately cover my gorgeous blue eyes to keep from being blinded. When I lift my hand from my eyes I see something I never would have expected to see.

"Chat Noir?"

I blanch in shock, which probably isn't good for my beautiful face! But as I approach the fallen figure, I recognize him as the famous leather clad hero. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT'S HIM!!!! Alya is going to be so jealous! I see him start to stir and open his eyes. He blinks a couple times and squints as he looks around, almost like he hasn't seen the light of day in a while. He groans as he struggles to get up.

"C'c-c-Chloé?" Chat looks at me confused as he stutters out my name. Wait...How does he know my name? I slowly back away from Chat.

"N-n-no, Wait! C-c-cholé I need your h-h-hel-" I scream as he tries to crawl towards me. I grab my expensive Gucci purse and swing it as hard as I can, knocking him out cold instantly. I lean up against one of the metal rods panting. I put my hand to my chest to try to stop my racing heart. OH MY GOD! I

JUST KNOCKED THE CHAT NOIR OUT! For a second, I almost feel ashamed of myself. What do I do now? I smirk to myself as an idea pops into my head. I saunter up Chat Noir and grab his feet. I drag him away, not even hearing his bell tinker as it falls to the ground.

Chat

hmmm.... If I'm dead right now, then how am I still thinking? Is it just me or do I hear footsteps? I hear the sound of heels clacking down the ledge. Who could possibly be all the way up here? I hear the footsteps stop suddenly around the corner, so I am assuming that they saw me.

"OH MY GOD!" I hear a feminine scream that sounds familiar. Do I know her? I push myself even harder, trying to sit up or at least open my eyes. Miraculously(*smirk smirk*) I open my eyes slowly and let the harsh daylight wash over me. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! everything's so bright! My eyes water, and my mind races as I try to think of where I am, how I got here, and whose voice was that? My eyes start to focus on a familiar blonde figure in front of me.

" C-c-c-Chloé?" I rasp, as I squint even more as I try to focus on one of the three Cholés. I see shock and some fear in her features as she slowly backs away. No! I need her to help me!

"N-n-n-No, Wait! C-c-Chloé I need your h-h-hel-" I'm interrupted by a high pitched scream. She comes towards me and swings with all her strength way back and swiftly decapitates me with her expensive purse.

Well, not literally! but it sure feels like it! I feel my neck snap back as I am flung backward like a rag doll, nearly slipping off the ledge. My head feels like it's been split open, it hurts that much. I whimper as the pain brings me to tears. The pain seared throughout my whole body like a domino effect. My ears were ringing and my head felt like a vibrating bell that had just been struck. I feel myself start fading out to nothingness again, the light behind my eyelids dimming. And here I am again, not being able to move! I struggle to keep a grip on my consciousness, but the darkness envelops me, taking whole.

Chloé

I struggle as I try to carry all of Chat's weight without toppling off the building. This was a terrible idea. But if it works.... I could have the world falling to my feet! I grin to myself as I think about all the hell I'm going to cause. I feel sweat start to form at my hairline and my arms start to shake under Chat's weight.

EWWWW I'm sweating OH MY GOD! Who would have thought that Chat Noir weighed so much? I groan as I struggle to the top of the building. I start to see the peak of the building and sigh in relief. I haul Chat's body even higher onto my shoulder and trudge the last few steps to the top. The only sound is my heels clacking on the metal and the occasional scrape of Chat's boots. The sunlight assaults my eyes as I squint into the sun, making me wish that I had a free hand to push my sunglasses onto my

nose. Once to the top, I practically throw Chat to the ground I'm so exhausted. I push my glasses up my sweaty nose and pull out my iPhone 10. Yep, that's right I HAVE THE IPHONE 10! IM JUST THAT RICH. I stab the digits in with one manicured nail and wait while the dial tone rings.

"Yes Queen Chloé?" My butler answers in his monotone voice. I almost giggle at the memory of when I was little and told him to call me Queen Chloé.

"Hey, I need you to bring the helicopter back to the Eiffel Tower so I can go home." I look behind me and glare at Chat's sprawled out figure.

"Oh, and tell daddy that I have a special guest with me."

Ladybug

I swing across Paris with only one thought in mind; I need to find Chat. I have chosen to take Aya's way of thinking earlier and retrace my steps back to the site of the battle. I feel the uneasy feeling of nausea wash over me as I return to a place that used to hold beauty to me, now it holds danger and sadness. Me and Chat would always go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and talk after an akuma fight. Matter of fact, there was something Chat had wanted to tell me yesterday, but of course I was going to make him wait until the end of the fight. I brush away the sudden tears that well up in my eyes. I can't get emotional right now. Chat needs me. I put on a look of pure determination and swing my yoyo to a building right next to the tower. Landing swiftly and quietly, I walk the rest of the way to the building. I'm about to swing myself to the top when I see an object twinkling in the distance. Confused and curious, I walk up to the object and gasp in horror. I hesitantly pick up the small dented object that must have fallen from a great height.

It was Chat's Bell.