The accident: Marichat/adrienette

Tragedy

Warning!!!!!
This chapter gets very graphic, so just be warned if this. There is a lot of torture and if you are uncomfortable with this please don't read. ( but it will probably be better to understand the book if you do read, so.....)

3rd person POV
Marinette was walking down a secluded street on her way home when a man-like figure appeared in front of her. "What's in the purse pretty lady?" The mysterious man asked.

Marinette knew Tikki was in her purse and didn't want it to be taken away anyways, so she held it close to her chest and slowly backed away from the mysterious figure. That was, until someone from behind her grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. She struggled, but the man was too strong, even for Ladybug. The figure in front of her moved closer to them until his face was right in front of Marinette's. He spoke with a soft, but firm tone, saying," Since you tried to walk away from us, we have no choice but to kill you. Besides, if we let you run away, you could tell the cops what we look like. Anyway, be quiet or we will make this much more painful." all this time, the man behind her held Marinette's arms behind her in a tight grip.

The man in front of her pulled out a knife from his belt and started cutting at Marinette's chest and sides. Marinette tried with all her strength to stay quiet and hold back her tears. The two men were enjoying seeing her suffer. The man kept going, and Marinette let out a cry of pain from the cuts and blood all over her body.

The man stopped cutting at Marinette and quickly grabbed her face, yanking it close to his. "I thought I told you to stay quiet." The man kept looking Marinette in the eyes, putting his hand on her arm. He pulled it from the other man's grip and held it at her side. He slowly started twisting Marinette's arm, Marinette tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. The man smirked at her attempt to escape his grasp. Marinette then started to scream, but the man behind her placed his free hand over her mouth. Marinette soon heard the deafening crack of the bone in her right arm, and screamed louder in pain.

The man in front of her, satisfied, leaned closer to Marinette and whispered in her ear,"It was fun, pretty lady. But now it's over." he dropped Marinette's arm and let it dangle at her side, and let go of her jaw, head still firmly against the broad chest of the man behind her still covering her mouth. He then took a step back and held his knife high in the air victoriously, like a hunter before he gives the final blow to his prey. Marinette closed her eyes as tight as she could, bracing for the impact of the knife in her chest.

But suddenly, Marinette heard a powerful crack and a thud. She slowly opened her eyes and saw in the shadow of the alley, the faint line of a slender figure holding a blood- stained metal rod. Marinette looked down and saw the man holding his knife lying limp on the ground. Chat? Marinette thought as the slender, but masculine, leather-clad figure came out of the shadows.

"Get your hands off of her. NOW. Or face the consequence." Chat said in a demanding, firm tone, and swung his baton in the night air, as if preparing to fight. The man behind her was shaking, and he slowly softened his grip and let Marinette fall to her knees,her head down in defeat. Putting his hands up in surrender, he ran for his life.

Chat ran over to Marinette and crouched down beside her. "Princess..?" Chat asked tentatively, "Are you alright?" he paused, anxiously waiting for an answer.

"Chat,...you.. you came." Marinette's voice was shaky and soft, as she held her right arm lightly over her chest. Chat looked down and saw her arm was misshapen and her chest was red and her clothes were torn.

"Princess....." Chat said softly, reaching out to Marinette, and carefully stroking her cheek. Marinette closed her eyes for a moment and looked straight into his perfect, emerald green eyes. They didn't look like they usually do, bright and filled with joy. They looked sad, concerned, and frightened.

Chat carefully scooped Marinette up into his arms. "Princess, hang on, I'm going to find help. Just don't leave me, ok?" Chat asked Marinette with a mask of faith spread on his face. With that, he jumped on the rooftop, jumping from one to the other with incredible speed, despite him carrying Marinette.

He had to save her. He didn't care about anything else in the world, plagg, his father, not even himself. He only cared about Marinette, and finding someone who could help her.

He soon spotted the Paris hospital, and jumped off of the building next to it, running into the first door he came upon. He ran to the desk and said exhaustingly to the nurse "Help....she needs help. Please." The nurse quickly got up from her seat behind the desk and called for a stretcher.

Two men rushed over and Chat carefully placed Marinette on the stretcher they brought. They hurried off, passing through two huge white doors, and Chat couldn't help but mutter, "Please be okay." as he stood at the desk, hoping his princess wouldn't die.

Wow. 887 words. Hope u like suspense.......