Persona

Nightmares

Marinette

I admit, I was scared.

I was scared of what he would say to me after witnessing something like what I had just done.

Would he be angry? Sad? Afraid even?

I could see his face now, even though I was hundreds of feet away from him.

I couldn't describe it.

It was a look I had once read about in a book.

It was the look of true fear.

I dropped The Mercenary's sword, the metal hitting the ground with a clank, blood splattering on the concrete.

He ran to me then, his lips moving like he was yelling at me, but all I heard was a loud ringing, as I fell to the ground and passed out.

***

I raised my head, gasping for air and my forehead sweaty.

I looked over at my nightstand, reading my clock to see it was 3 in the morning.

I groaned and threw my head back onto my pillow, thinking back to my dream.

It felt so real, like I was actually there.

I blinked rapidly, looking over to my other side to see Tikki sound asleep.

I smiled and pet my Kwami's head with the tip of my finger.

She didn't wake up, she just smiled and her sleep and continued to snore.

I wished I could sleep like that; I hadn't been able to since the day I became Ladybug.

Ever since then, I couldn't stop worrying about Paris.

I was always on the edge of my seat, worrying myself silly that an Akuma may attack.

There was no way I was going to be able to sleep tonight though; after having that bad of a nightmare, it would be nearly impossible.

So I stared at the ceiling, picking out strange patterns in the marks carved in it while I thought.

Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, I heard a loud tapping sound coming from my widow.

I jumped and looked over to see who was there.

To my surprise, it was Chat Noir.

When I caught his gaze, he smiled and motioned with his hands to open the window.

I stood up, carful not to wake up Tikki, and tiptoed to the window.

I opened the latches and raised up the heavy glass, stepping outside into my balcony.

"Couldn't sleep Kitty?" I asked, crossing my arms and shivering from the cold night air.

"Not a wink. I can't stop worrying about Lady." He said, leaning his back against the railing and breathing out slowly.

"Why's that?" I asked, biting my lip nervously; it wasn't everyday that you could have a conversation with someone about your secret alter identity.

"She...did something terrible yesterday. And I honestly think she doesn't remember it." He said, shaking his head and looking down at the floor.

I blinked rapidly. I did something terrible? And I don't even remember what?

"What happened?" I asked tersely.

He looked back at me with his bright green eyes, his breathing short and choppy.

"I really don't want to talk about it. She wasn't herself when she did what she did. All you need to know, is she wouldn't be proud of it if she knew what happened." He informed, scratching the side of his arm.

I nodded once, thinking back to my nightmare I had only minutes before this.

"Did you know I never had nightmares as a kid?" I asked al of the sudden.

He looked at me funny, his ears pricking up curiously, almost like a real cat.

"I always had nice, beautiful dreams. I would dream of going places, falling in love, becoming a famous fashion designer, just everything that would make me happy. And up until tonight, that's all that i would dream about." I said, feeling silly for telling him this.

"And what did you dream of tonight?" He asked, standing up straight again and crossing his arms.

I took a deep breath, "I dreamed about standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, with millions of people surrounding me. But I only saw one face in the crowd that really mattered to me. At that moment, it was you who I was worried about. You just stared at me like you were terrified for your life. Then you ran up to me and shouted, but all I could hear was my ears ringing, and all I could feel was myself letting go of a weapon...then I woke up. And when I did, I had never been more afraid in my entire life."

Chat looked at me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight.

He stared right through me, his muscles tightened in my arms and his jaw locked shut.

"I think it's time you and I talked about a very serious matter, Marinette."