Cole's POV
When Brady pulled out the bomb, Alyssa, Janson, Emma, Jessie, Hugo, Kaleb, Kayla, and I got pushed against a storage closet. It was far from ideal, but at least we were away from that sociopath.
"I've taken the liberty of contacting authorities myself," he announced, "and assuming they deliver my money, then we might just make it through the night."
A gasp came over the room, echoing against the gym walls. It was like a horror story come to life.
"Now carry on! This is a party, is it not? Enjoy what little time you may have left. And remember, if anyone tries to pull anything, then party's over." And with that he climbed up to the dj stand, the hired man too scared to respond, and turned the music back on.
Almost as if nothing had happened.
But it did. And I was broken out of my stupor only when I saw what the Agrestes did next.
Marinette's POV
As soon as he stopped, Adrien, Alya, Nino, the twins, and I were discussing our options. Given the situation, we didn't even notice their friends watching us in complete bewilderment.
"He's obviously mentally ill," I analyzed, "probably had trust issues, abandonment."
"Well that sounds familiar." My boyfriend croaked before placing an arm defensively around me.
"But luckily for us, he doesn't have a miraculous." Emma pointed out.
"Yes, but he still has a mass weapon."
"Brady Mason, dad's an alcoholic, abused him and his mom. In the twelfth grade and constantly ridiculed. Always quiet and submissive when verbally or physically threatened. A computer whiz, but who knows where he had the means to get a bomb." Hugo profiled.
"A bomb that could very well be a fake." Reminded Nino.
"But we can't risk calling a bluff." Decided Adrien, only countered by Hugo.
"Remember Vixen? We were able to call her bluff!"
"But we had the element of surprise, not to mention she couldn't wipe out hundreds of people with the push of a button."
"Then what are we supposed to do?"
"We bring in the heroes."
"But- what if someone-"
"Don't worry," I reminded Alya, "it's dark in here, not to mention there's a closet right behind us. If we're lucky, we can solve this before anyone notices that we're twenty years younger and that we're part of the weird exchange group. Even if they do, they won't know our real names. And if we absolutely have too... we can use the mind wiper on them once it's developed. Our first priority is protecting Paris, not our identities. Not even our future."
"Ventilation shaft." Agreed Hugo, pulling up a copy of the school's layout on his phone. "Too high up for a teenager to reach- but not for Ladybug and Chat Noir. You can transform and use it to find another way into the building, one that would allow you to incapacitate Brady from behind and without suspicion. You got this, Mom and Dad."
Adrien discretely opened the supply closet door as we quietly slipped in.
"Spots on?" I questioned as the door closed, wanting my boyfriend to give me quiet reassurance that this was the right decision.
He nodded.
"Claws out."
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Hugo's POV
The moment the closet door closed our friends stared at us in shock.
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Shattered
Fanfiction- • - • - • - • - • - • - • - Hugo Agreste has spent his whole life hearing stories of his parents: Ladybug and Chat Noir. Ever since the defeat of Hawkmoth so many years ago, the superhero duo have become legends, no longer defenders. Yes they stil...
