My Imaginary Friend \|/ Adrienette/Marichat AU

Chapter Thirteen

Hey guys! Just to warn you there's some violence in this chapter. But you should probably be used to that by now, considering you're on Wattpad. Heh.

I suck at writing fight scenes, and this is a first draft so please bear with me. Thank you!

The tiles beneath him clinked softly on his nails. Chat leaned his head over the side of the roof to get a better view of the citizens far off in the distance. His cat ears flattening to his bushy blonde hair, the akuma scurried down the side of the building and into an abandoned alleyway.

Not many beings could even see or hear him, but Master has been very specific with his instructions. Find a special human or I.F. creature and capture it. Bring it to the hideout to allow for it to become an akuma. It was simple.

It was difficult.

It shouldn't be, Chat knew. All he had to do was capture someone. But the thought of subjecting anyone to the torture of following that cold man made his skin crawl.

Huffing softly, the cat shook the rebellious thoughts away. He should be proud that he had been given such a mission, from what Lekar had told him newbies hardly ever left the hideout.

Chat didn't even understand why Hawkmoth needed more akumas. His hideout was crawling with the poor souls, their powers ranging from invisibility to being a reverse Cupid. And it wasn't like anyone was even fighting his growing army. Hardly anyone even knew they existed.

So why...?

The thought was cut short as two forms paused at the alleyways' entrance. Chat cursed his luck before sprinting into the shadows nearby. While the figures stared where he had been a second ago, he crept closer, his heart racing.

They had seen him. They were special.

They were Hawkmoth's.

Chat frowned from his hidden position. The form closest to him seemed to be a teenage girl with long purple ombré hair and the one behind her was a man, with dark shaggy hair and blue tips.

He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to take this unsuspecting couple away from each other. Hawkmoth needed one person, and one person only.

But even as the thoughts crossed his mind, he prepared himself to do the inevitable.

The girl would be easier. She was closer, and seemed more timid than the boy behind her. The boy touched her shoulder briefly, and they scurried off down the sidewalk. Her, dragging her feet nervously, and him, walking along with a bounce in his step.

Chat growled to himself before taking off after them. The finger with his ring burned, throbbing with pain that always seemed to spring up when he was about to attack someone. He now knew how to use his weapon, his ability. Lekar has sparred with him even though he wasn't a fighter, forcing him to use his ability out of defense. From then on he knew how to attack someone that was unsuspecting.

It was a strange and glorious feeling.

The lights above illuminated the otherwise dark walkways, but Chat avoided the light, choosing instead to hunt in the shadows. He slowly gained on the couple, his feline paws carrying him silently until he was sure they could feel his breath on their necks. Sure enough, the girl paused.

"Do you... feel something?" The girl asked, right before Chat pounced.

Growling, the cat grabbed the girl by the waist and tugged her against himself. She cried out, her arms reaching toward the boy, who stared in shock. Chat was prepared to climb with her in his arms, but he had underestimated her companion. The boy howled angrily before kicking Chat in the stomach, as the cat had turned towards the building next to him. Chat stumbled back, but never let go of the girl.

Screaming, she kicked at him until he flipped her upside down onto his shoulder to stop her from hurting him. The boy seemed to become even more enraged by this and he lunged at him.

Chat decided it was high time to go before someone got hurt.

He grabbed the side of the nearest building with his claws and hoisted himself up just as the boy grabbed him by the waist to tug him back down. The girl was clinging onto him by herself, afraid to fall. She screamed something about running away to her companion but he merely held on tighter.

As Chat rose higher the boy refused to let go, yelling encouraging words to his companion and generally making Chat's ears ring. He dug his nails into the cats' side in order to stay on and not fall.

He was beginning to become a nuisance.

Chat could feel himself slipping as he scaled the wall. When he had almost reached the roof, the boy began to push against the wall with his feet as he tugged Chat's waist away from it, trying to make him fall. The weight began to make Chats' arms shake, and he knew that if he fell now his hostages would get severely injured and he would lose them.

Though his heart broke at the thought, he knew what he had to do. He had to use his last line of defense.

With a sad smile, Chat activated his ring. Strange black bubbles rippled along the fur of his hand, which he held away from the wall.

"Nothing personal," he said to the boy, "But you're kinda annoying. And I need this girl. Sorry."

Then he grabbed the boy's left arm.

All noise around them dissolved into screams. The girl was screaming out of fear, the boy, out of pain, and Chat out of mortification at what he had just done.

The boys' arm had begun to disintegrate. It started where Chat had touched, and slowly began to spread throughout the arm. Where it touched, the arm began to turn black and crumble away.

"Stop struggling or else it'll kill you!" Chat roared at the flailing boy, who was now dangling by one hand.

Chat grabbed the boys' disintegrating arm once again, this time without the strange magic. All the while the girl was screeching and trying to reach her companion, who was pale and shaking violently.

Chat slid his claws to the point right above where the blackness had spread and dug his sharp nails into the skin. The boy had tears running down his cheeks and eyes wide from fear. He looked like he was about to pass out when a loud crack seemed to echo through the night.

For a moment the screaming seemed to pause. The girl had stopped out of shock and the boy, well, he had fainted. Chat dropped the now severed arm before trying to lower the boy as gently as he could. He might die, Chat knew, but it was better than killing him right then and seeing the life leave his eyes.

He had made a rookie mistake. He'd never fought before, other than the one time with Lekar who hadn't actually been wanting to hurt him. And now he had panicked and done the worst possible thing that he could've done.

Hawkmoth would be pleased.

And it made his head spin.

Criticism Question:

What is the worst part of this chapter and how can I improve?

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