Unmasked

Chapter Nineteen

Hawkmoth POV

The time was here, years and years of planning is finally going to pay off. My heart puttered on as I stared at my wife's encased body. I laid my hand on the glass coffin- no, not coffin, closer to an incubator. It was keeping her alive, but barely.

Everything is all Miraculous Inc's fault. My wife, Emilie, and I worked for them in the past. She worked under the alias as Peacock and I worked as Hawkmoth, we gave them years of our lives and committed unspeakable crimes, but it wasn't enough for them.

It never was. The Guardian was the head of each Miraculous team, and sometimes lead more than one team at once- and Emilie and my Guardian was the devil itself. We only ever given missions that almost guaranteed death, and low pay for our services.

But, we believed in the cause the institution was for, so we powered on and did the missions, risking our lives every single time.

In the past I would never have questioned Miraculous, they were all I had after all. But after serving the place for over twenty years, Emilie and I asked to retire- we had wanted to start a family. Against the agency's policy of anonymity, we had somehow met in person as our true selves and fallen in love. We were happily surprised when we found out that the person we were swooning over was actually our best friend from the agency.

So with the thought of a domestic life in mind, Emilie and I asked to be able to resign, and they had let us. Or so we had thought.

Before we knew it, we had our beautiful baby boy, Adrien, and everything was perfect. Or at least until they came to take him away when he was a toddler. In the process of fighting everyone off, the love of my life was hit on the head in such a way that it threw her into a coma, a coma of which hasn't been broken to this day, sixteen years later.

They had wanted him so much, something about how two of the best opprotives' child would prove to be the perfect genetic makeup for a supersoldier.

I had spent years looking for him, but it's been forever and I had no idea of how he would look? Would his blond hair have faded into brown? Are his eyes still as green as I imagined?

Was he still the baby boy I remember? Even after all the trials he was forced under while at that dreaded agency?

My breathing picked up as I stared at my wife's body, breathing slowly, yet not at all.

"I'm sorry I failed your, I'm sorry our boy was taken." A shuddering sob escaped me as tears trickled down my face, "but I swear I will take down the agency that took both of you away from me, even if it's the last thing I do."

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Short bcs I'm lazy

-SecretsInMyHead