chapter 6: a touch of death

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Marinette POV.

I saw a big broken window that over looked the Parisian skyline. The cool wind blew through my hair with felt nice considering the humidity. Everything was quiet. Deciding not to continue my random gaze, I turn around. I saw a male hand covered in blood. Lots of blood. I walk closer when I feel a thick liquid between my toes. I look down to see the dark crimson covered my foot up to the Achilles tendon. There was so much of the staining red liquid that it seed to float I'm the room. The thick metallic air got stuck in my throat making me gag.

I didn't want to continue on but my curiosity got the better of me so I took another step forwards. Then got scared so I ran back to the window and pulled in some fresh air. Then I turned around with new found bravery and walked strait up to the bloodied corpse. Max. He was the dead man that made my room smell so toxic and stained my rugs with his blood. I felt sad at first, but that sadness soon turned to satisfaction.

"Everyone has decisions to make," I said to his lifeless body, " you just made the wrong ones."

I looked to my hands and saw them glowing in dark energy and covered in blood. I heard laughing filling the room. Loud, sinister laughing.

A black blue flew from shadow to shadow. Yelling its battle song louder each time it moved. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I woke up screaming like a banshee. My bed sheet were soaked, and my clothes stuck to me like shrink wrap.

I struggled to take in air as my heart raced 100 mph. I threw my blankets off and stepped down hesitantly, afraid there might be blood still. "Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream..." I continually murmured to myself.

I went to look for clothes for school. I didn't care if I was late on that day. I was going to get a new look.

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