In the wrong hands

Chapter 9

Marinette

"Pound it." We both said as our fists made contact. We had just defeated the akuma and were ready to part ways when Chat stopped me.

"Hey Ladybug? Can I talk to you for a sec?" He asked nervously while scratching the back of his neck, a habit that he often did when he was nervous. I wanted with all my heart to stay and talk with him, but for some reason my feet and brain thought otherwise.

"Kitty, We're about to de transform soon, so I'd better go." The words coming out of mouth seemed foreign, like they were someone else's words. My feet made me turn away from him and start to walk away while my mind screamed. It was almost like I was outside my body, like I was watching myself leave.

This had to be another nightmare. And there I go leaving Chat again! I wanted so badly to turn and run into his open arms but my feet wouldn't let me. I felt my hands reach down to grab my yoyo when I hear a loud grunt behind me.

I see myself turn around in surprise and horror. There was a bulky man with arms like tree trunks holding a knife to Chat's throat, one meaty arm wrapped around Chat's middle, locking him towards the man's body.

Chat squirmed in the man's grip, trying to free himself. But the man only tightened his grip and dug his knife into Chat's throat, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake.

The man looked at me with a scary evil like glint in his eyes. I immediately readied myself in a fighting stance as I eyed him warily.

"Let him go." I said through gritted teeth, my own voice scary to me. His deep chuckle rumbled through his body as he openly laughed at me.

Chat stared at me with wild fear in his eyes as he struggled in his grip. It was evident that the man wasn't an akuma, so why was he doing this?

I'm about to repeat myself when he says something completely ludicrous.

"From numbers 1-10 what number am I thinking of?" He said with a sneer stretched across his face.

For a second I think I must have heard him wrong. Did he really ask me to pick a number to save Chat's life?

"Answer me you stupid bug!" He said impatiently as he dug his knife further into Chat's throat. My mind races for a number, any number!

"E-Eight?" I asked in question. He stared at me for a second then bellowed a ground rumbling laugh. There was no humor in the laugh. It sounded scary and out of place.

"Oh you almost had it. It's nine." He said in pure joy then removed his knife from Chat's throat and plunged it deep into Chat's chest. I scream as Chat cries out in agony and falls forwards as the man releases him. Then the man just vanished, leaving me and Chat alone. I slump to my knees and pull him into my lap.

He's panting heavily and his eyes keep fluttering, but he's alive.

"Chat, we need to go to a hospital immediately!" I scream as I try to scoop him up in my arms. He cries out again this time louder than the last.

"P-P-Please put -m-m-me down." Chat stuttered as he cringed in pain. Reluctantly I set him down on the ground and kneel beside him.

"Chat I can't afford to watch you die! Please let me take you to a hospital!" I said frantically as he started losing consciousness and blood. lots and lots of blood.

"I-I-I love...." He whispered as he started to fade. I panicked as I saw his skin pale and his eyes close. I actually thought I could save him this time! I sob in anger and frustration as his heart stutters to a stop.