Chapter 8 A Thief, a Damsel and a Hero?

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       Marinette does not notice when someone breaks into her house. She is to upset to pay attention.  She thinks, why did Adrien call himself a nobody?  What does he mean about love? She sighs.  She sits still as she feels her eyes fill with tears again. She puts her phone in her pocket and falls asleep with her head on the table.

       The intruder ignores the person asleep in the home.  He enters the bedroom where he grabs up some jewelry and stuffs it into a bag.  When he finishes this, he takes the wallet on the dresser, the small set of headphones, the CD player, a few CD's  and a couple of books.  He enters the living room next where he snatches up the DVD player and a few DVD's.  He places all the goods inside his truck. He reenters the place steals the tv, the two chairs, and the rugs.  He is about to exit again when Marinette wakes up to the sound of  foot prints behind her.

      Marinette looks up.  She sees the man in all black clothes, a ski mask, a funny hat, and a huge bag.  Her eyes widen in shock as she releases someone she does not know is here in her apartment.  She screams, "Ah, someone stop him!"   No one seems to hear her though.

    The man is not to happy to have been caught.  He decides this girl must go.  He attacks her with a baseball bat and knocks her unconscious.  He gets out some rope, ties her hands behind her, then her feet.  He puts a gag over he mouth and another one over her eyes.  This way when she comes too she will be unable to scream or see him.  He smiles.  He panics.  What is he to do with her now?  He can not just leave her here.  He  pulls out the third bag and stuffs her inside it.  He ties it tight with another rope.  He carries both bags to his truck and adds the one with the loot to it first.  Then, he places the one with the girl on the floor board.  He drives off in a hurry.  

    No sooner had the thief left, then Adrien begins to worry about Marinette.  He feels guilt over what he has done.  He tries to text her again, but gets no answer.  He panics.  He senses something must be wrong.  Why even if she is mad at him she will still answer his text messages, right? 

    Adrien goes to her place to check up on her. He sees the front door is ajar.  He knows this is not right.  He recalls how Marinette is not the type of woman to just leave a door like this.  He uses his cell phone to report a robbery.  He figures someone must have broken in and taken things from her.  He thinks, Wow, she must be really scared.  He decides to wait to police arrive to decide what to do next.

      The police arrive within thirty minutes. They enter the apartment and inspect it in no time.  They notice a few items are gone.  It is obvious someone left in a hurry with these few things.  They also, notice the occupant of the place phone is on the table.  The battery appears to be a bit low.  They do not see the person who lives her anywhere.  Whoever they are must not have been home when the theft took place is the conclusion they come too.

     "No one is home, so I suppose this makes our job easier for us."  One of the police officers says to Adrien.

     "Wait, what?  How can she not be here?  There must be some mistake!  She was here earlier, I am sure of it.  I mean she even sent me these texts see."  Adrien says as he shows the officer the messages Marinette sent him a few hours ago.

       "Oh, dear, than it appears we have more our hands here than a simply robbery then."  The police officer, Dave says.

       "What do you mean?"  Adrien ask with fear in his voice.

      "There is no sign of her being home right now, but you say she sent you those texts earlier.  Not only this, but her phone is still laying on the kitchen table right now."  Officer Dave says.

       " It appears that this friend of yours was indeed taken!  As in she was kidnapped, I am sorry to say."  Officer Dave says.

      "No, Mari! " Adrien says in sheer agony.

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