Miraculous Inc, the corporation that trains spies since Childhood is facing a threat. A rogue agent, Hawkmoth, is threatening to take down the entire empire that is the spy world of Miraculous.
To deal with this impending threat, The Guardian sent a...
My footsteps echoed through the halls of the school. I had been given a message earlier to wait outside the art room and that someone would come to me and give further instructions. It was exhilarating, in a terrifying kind of way, being so deep undercover alone. I'm undercover as Queen Bee who's undercover as Chloe, who's undercover as a worker for Hawkmoth.
It's all slightly confusing if I think about it for too long.
A hand tapped me on my shoulder and I spun around, my heart beating fast. A teenager around my age in a purple butterfly mask gestured for me to follow them, and I did. No one else was in the halls as class had already started, it was just me and this weirdo, which was unsettling, to say the least.
We stopped in front of a dead end hallway, no classroom doors anywhere. I didn't remember this being on the map of the school we studied. The person took out a necklace with a butterfly encased in glass and pressed it into a groove in the wall I hadn't noticed before. An ominous, loud, rumbling sounded through the hall and the brick wall opened up to reveal a small, dark passage.
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When the Akuma didn't move I stared at them questioningly of which they responded (using the same voice scrambling technology as we used at Miraculous Inc), "The Master awaits you in the meeting room."
I nodded before taking a deep breath of air. Without a second thought, I plunged into the dark musty hall and walked towards the other end.
Consistently, with every step, I reminded myself that I was doing this for the greater good and that they probably wouldn't kill me. And if they tried, I had my Miraculous hair comb that I could press and send out an emergency signal under the farce of fixing my hair.
I ran my hand through my high ponytail and but on my resting-bitch-face and strutted into the room at the end of the sketchy hall.
Steps halted when I saw a man in a Miraculous issued suit with a moth brooch standing with a sceptre in the middle of the room. The room was actually quite bright, it was rectangular with a table set in the middle with two chairs. What made me nervous the most was not the evil mastermind standing in front of me, but the sheet of paper on the table next to a file labelled "Chloe Bourgeois."
I sat down in one of the chairs and set my shoulders back to convey a sense of arrogance. "You called me?"
He chuckled a deep and cold robotic laugh, his voice scrambler was sure doing its job. "Yes, I did Mlle Bourgeois." He sat down in the chair across from me and gestured to the piece of paper in front of me. A contract. "I'm here to offer you a spot on the winning team."
I leaned back in my seat, putting my acting skills to the test as I gave off a sense of boredom. "What's in it for me M Butterfly?" I looked at his hood where his eyes would've been, knowing that the hood only clouded the person's sight one way. He could see me just fine. "Why should I join this team of yours?"
"Besides the fact I have information about you that could ruin your life the lives of your family?"
"Yes besides that, I thought we went through this already."
He leaned back in his chair after putting a necklace- identical to the one the person who lead me had- on the table. "Now, now, Mlle, I can't give away all my secrets on our first meeting." He played with the brooch by his neck, "but I do promise riches untold and becoming more powerful than you could ever imagine."
"How would you do that?" I asked a little too fast. Dammit, I want information but if I play it too fast he'll become suspicious. Hopefully, I can just play it off as a nosy teenage diva...
"Oh, I can't tell you that, Queen Bee." He chuckled loudly.
I froze in my seat.
Wow, I didn't think it would get this intense this fast, and I surely didn't think he'd out my identity on the second day of the job.
"But I can promise you what Miraculous- that dreaded place- can't." He leaned forwards and placed his elbows on the table, "Fame. You save the day all the time and is never thanked, you don't even make money." He shook his head, "You're basically in a slave contract, you do all this work and get basically nothing in return. Don't you want freedom?"
The words died in my throat. Freedom. We were never really given a choice in the lives we held. Freedom was a luxury we couldn't have. Since I was five I've been working, training under the guise of Queen Bee. I can't go anywhere. I can't do anything. Hell, I can't even have complete honesty with any of my friends.
Freedom was a word I'd never known.
A word I couldn't afford.
"You could have it all if you just signed your name and fought for me." The hooded man tilted his head and gave a cruel smirk, "So, Chloe, make a deal with me, make a deal with the Devil and see what I could give you."
My mind raced through everything I've done, all the lives I had taken because I was commanded to, all the people I had to become so that I was never really there. So that I never really existed.
On its own accord, my hand reached for the pen and I signed my name.
"Well, my little Akuma. Welcome to the cause." I slipped on the necklace and twirled the pen in my hands, once again nervous. "We're going to pick off your little friends one by one until there's no one left." A long pause of blaring silence seemed to bounce off the walls as Hawkmoth thought. "And then, we're going to take down Miraculous Inc, and eventually, the world."
