White Shadows

Chapter 13: Cataclsym

I slipped out of the shattered window before the building had a chance to crumble around me. I unclipped my staff and buried it into the ground, launching myself upward.

I ran across rooftops and sprang across alleys and streets, placing distance between me and those that wanted to imprison me. Anger boiled my blood. I knew that they meant well in healing me, but they didn't have to try keeping me there when I awoke.

I grit my teeth while a hiss built in the back of my throat.

I froze when a familiar scent tickled my nose. I whirled around with a soft snarl. Copycat froze. His green eyes were wide as he stared at me. He appeared to be backing away. I stared at him. His neon green eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight. Instinct flared to life with a sudden push from the presence of a white cat before it briefly flashed into sight. Get him.

"Cat Blanc, leave him be." Hawkmoth's voice demanded. His voice rattled my brain. I could feel him trying to seize control. I hissed and pushed myself forward, feeling like I was trudging through molasses.

Hawkmoth was trying to slow me down, correction he was.

I grit my teeth. A startled cry escaped me when I tripped and stumbled forward. Hawkmoth no longer in my head. I landed on my stomach as the butterfly glowed much brighter. Hawkmoth was trying to return, the butterfly outline eventually melting away like dripping water.

A dark smile curled my mouth as I rose to my feet. I rolled my shoulders. Copycat paused and glanced back. My grin grew then I took off. I knew Copycat was much farther ahead of me, but that didn't stop me from giving chase.

He folded his ears back with a hiss before whirling around and darting away. I chuckled before throwing my halved-staff into his pathway. He yelped then hissed when he almost slammed into it, falling forward and to the side of the golden pole. I grinned; it gave me the needed time.

I could hear Phantom Cat's voice when he called for me, he was drawing closer. I ignored him as I clipped the other half of my staff to my back. Copycat quickly scrambled to his feet. My nose twitched when Bleu Royale's and Ladybug's scent joined my cousin's. I hissed, pushing myself to go faster.

I didn't need Phantom Cat to stop me from what I wanted to do, what I needed to do. What he wanted to be. "Shall we, my copy?" I purred as he narrowed his electric green eyes, backing away from me.

"Technically, I'm Cat Noir's copy." He snapped as he grasped his silver staff and spun it in a three hundred eighty degree circle, creating a shield. He didn't want me anywhere near him. I couldn't blame him. Would you?

A sly smile curled my mouth as my heart pounded with glee. I licked my lips, nicking my tongue on my sharpened teeth. My heart twisted at the taste of blood. I pushed the thought aside. If I thought about it, it would distract me from my current hunt.

Copycat took a step back then I charged.

His ears flicked up, a delighted grin curling my mouth while my staff rammed into his silver one, barely blocking my attack. I couldn't help the rush of excitement at the feeling of our two weapons colliding. I grabbed the other half of my staff when I drew close to it.

He leapt back, his eyes narrowed with anger. I grinned, tossing a half of my staff at his legs. He yelped and stumbled forward before falling. I sprang for him, my clawed hands aiming for his shoulders before he rolled out of the way. I hissed in frustration while my tail lashed back and forth. My top lip curled, exposing my fangs. A growl bubbled up from my throat as I glared at him.