Safe House • Marichat

Chapter Eight

Song: Get away with murder
By: Jeffree Star

Chat didn't have much time to grieve over the loss of something important, as the two men chasing them before we're running towards them once again.

Chat acted quickly as he grabbed Marinette's hand once more, intertwining their fingers as the two of them ran into the dark, dense, woods. He tried his best to protect Marinette from the twigs and branches that hung low, but eventually gave up as he heard guns fire.

Worried, Chat frantically searched for a hiding place for Marinette, his glowing green eyes surveying his surroundings. A large hole at the base of a great oak tree, somewhat covered by the roots.

He quickly pulled Marinette over to the oak, just as she yelped. A bullet whizzed past her, scraping her thigh deeply.

"Chat!" She fell on his side as her leg gave out, buckling from underneath her. He turned to face her as she knelt on the ground, a fist planted firmly in the wet dirt.

"Princess!" He bent down next to her as another bullet flew by, close to the two of them. "I have to get you out of here." He went on her left side, pulling her arm over his shoulder as he held her waist, limping their way over to the tree.

The hole was about the size of a crawl space, big enough to hold Marinette. She slid her back down the tree as she grasped at her bleeding thigh, hissing in pain, trying her absolute hardest to not cry out. Hot, salty tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she blinked them away.

"I'm sorry, Princess. I'm so sorry." Chat repeatedly apologized as he knelt in front of her, tearing a piece of cloth from the bottom of her tank top, leaving the skin below her belly button exposed to the cold air.

"This is gonna hurt." He tucked one end of the cloth underneath her thigh and began to tie it together, tying it tightly against the wound to stop the bleeding. He saw Marinette's mouth begin to open to let out a scream, and he did the only thing he could think of at the moment.

So he silenced her scream with his lips.

Her scream died down quickly, as she stared at him with wide bluebell eyes. His green ones were screwed shut as he pressed his lips firmly against hers, speedily finishing the knot. As he was about to pull away, Marinette wound her hands into his blonde locks before yanking back.

"I'll be back, Princess." The kiss the two shared was now gone in the wind, as they heard more gunshots. "Stay here, no matter what you hear, got it? Don't move until I come back for you."

This time, Marinette agreed with no argument. Chat took one last look at his Princess, the green from his night vision helping him to see, before darting off towards the sounds of the guns.

He raced towards the men as many of his emotions collided together. Anger towards them, first for destroying the last thing he had of his mother, and second for harming Marinette. This indescribable euphoria he got from kissing Marinette, and this lust for blood.

Francesco's and his partner's blood, to be more precise.

It was like an adrenaline rush, as a wicked smile grew on his face. His cat like pupils widened, the black nearly swallowing his green irises.

Looks like Plagg was right... He thought to himself as he neared his targets. He heard the clicks coming from an empty gun, and took his chance.

May God forgive me.

He ran behind the bald Italian man that was partners with Francesco, so fast that he looked like a blur of black.