Time seemed to slow down as hand swiftly graced the side of the young heroes face, creating an echo to flow in the air. Tears where visibly blooming in the eyes of the blonde, the emerald green orbs staring up at the raging villain he once called his father, questions evidently dancing around, but one shone brighter.
What had happened to the father he once had?
Shaking his head, the teen boy kept staring, expecting a crucial explanation as to why the man in front of him had thought this would ever be a good idea. Two words escaped the cold hearted monster, sinking shards of pain into the poor blondes heart. "Your Mother." Two simple yet painful words, two feelings that had a negative side.
Love, loyalty, was this all the man was doing? Was the man really after his dead wife?
Gulping down the built saliva in his now dry throat, the cat themed hero looked down. "But, what about Paris" he murmured softly, "what about all the lives your risk daily?" The hero looked up with a fierce glint in forest green eyes, one that would scare even the fearless away. "I miss mom too father, your not the only one. She was an amazing person, an angel even, but is this what she would have wanted" the blonde sniffled, "is this the world she'd want to come back too? A world of hatred, anger, and desire? Would she truly want a life to be taken for hers?"
The ice-blue eyed male looked away, clearly aware that his son was right about the women he desperately wanted back. She would never have wanted him go down the path of a villain, a murderer. With a deep sigh, the butterfly holder looked to the back of the room, watching a clearly dead Ladybug with blood still oozing out of her scared chest.
Numbness took control over the hurting man, no emotion or thought left in his mind. The once storm clapping place, now empty, and silent like a void. The shock of what he had done finally caching onto to him, an awfully crooked smile exploded on his face, an evil twinkle taking over his eye, facing his son the cold rooted villain extended his hand.
"She may not have agreed, she may not except what Paris has come too, but only because the civilians know that theirs a villain, and that her son is standing on the wrong team. The hero team."
The green eyed boy stumbled back, vigorously shaking his head.
His mother had been a kind women, she wouldn't hurt a fly.....
right?
Taking advantage of the cat hero's stake, the butterfly holder charged towards him, attacking strait to the chest, causing the blonde to collide with the wall. Letting out a cackle the fashion designer went to hysterics, obviously losing control over all three, body, mind, and emotions.
"Surrender Chat Noir, give me your miraculous and you'll stay alive. Your mother was not who she seemed, she was the true villain, the brightest one I've ever seen, and I'll do everything in my power to get that women back to me. The place that's she truly belongs."
Roaring he stabbed his wand like baton into the poor heroes shoulder, letting a crack tear through the air, and gifting a very painful wince on the face of the teen. The teen who had, had nothing but a worrisome life so far.
When would his misery end? When would the tables turn?
With another flick of the hand, the cat boy got flung across the room once more, meeting the wall with an ungrateful thud.
Why did the world have to hate him so much, couldn't he just get the love he deserved? The love he always yearned for?
The endless stomping of feet brought the boy back to present day, to his father death cold eyes, and smile. The oddest one the blonde had seen. The mans eyes, they twinkled with such light, such dark greedy light. And the smile he bore would make anyone suspicious if caught sight of, even for a single heartbeat.
Another slap, this time to the other cheek.
A kick to where the sun never shined.
Emerald eyes clashing with ice blue, wondering, pondering, if there was mercy left.
Was this the life he was destined to have?
A heavy stomp crashed into the black clawed hand.
A life of unfortunate events?
A punch into the ribs.
A life filled with endless fear?
An attempted swipe for the ring.
A life of no source of respect?
With one last longing glance at the treacherous villain, the spandex suited hero realized with no doubt, that there was no turning back for his "father", for he had hit the end of the line.
Reaching for his baton the boy extended into the pitch black night, filled with empty and meaningless chills.
A night filled with agony.
A night filled with death.
But, most importantly, a night to escape from lies.
A night that led to freedom.
A night that would change things forever.
A night filled with mystery.
A night that led down a new path.
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I know I know, this story was upsetting to read, I started writing this during the early days of COVID-19 and I guess I felt the need for some good drama. Not all chapters will be like this though, there will be much happier and, exiting plots. Let me know if you want a part 2 of this. I shall update this book next week.
~ 🐆 Leopard9011
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FanfictionThis book includes a collection of one shots dedicated to Miraculous Ladybug. None of the characters at hand belong to me as they where originally created by the one and only Thomas Astruct, the plot and stories however, are from me. I hope you enjo...
