Save Me From Myself

"Ugh. " Marinette groaned as she plopped down on her chaise. She was sick of the never ending homework. She rested her head into her arms trying to relax only for it to be interrupted.

"Marinette, dear. Can you go to the grocery store and get more ingredients, your father and I are heading to the party we're catering tonight." Sabine called up to her daughter, more of a demand. Marinette groaned at having to walk all the way to the store.

"But ma—" She started but was cut off.

"If you go now you'll get back before dark." Her mom said not taking no for an answer. Marinette sighed and got up. She threw on a pink sweater over her tank top, changed out of her sweatpants into black jeans, put on her black combat boots, and put her dark hair into a ponytail. She walked downstairs, grabbed the list and card,and made her way to the store.

Well, her mom lied about it she left then she would get back before dark. She was carrying a bag with ingredients in it walking home, in the dark. The walk was quiet but she felt like she was being watched, so she sped up. But then she heard a click and something cold go against her temple and stopped dead in her track.

"Scream and I shoot." A raspy male voice whispered in her ear. She swallowed a lump in her throat that contained a sob. But Marinette wasn't going to let whoever this was get her that easily. She dropped the bag and swung her fist around and punched him right in the jaw.

"Oh your gonna regret that you lil brat!" The man with dark hair and cold gray eyes growled. Before Marinette could run the man grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to her side. He dragged her into an alley way, her kicking and calling out for help.

"Quit struggling!" He barked pinning her to the wall. Her arms were pinned above her head and the man was standing on her feet. His grip on her wrist felt like fire against her cuts. She tried to to jerk out of his grasp but failed. Marinette saw the hungry look in his eyes as he looked her up and down. The man that looked to be in his late 20's and who was a foot and a half taller than the small 10th grader.

"I'm not afraid of you." She growled.

"Oh really? What if I was to kill you?" He chuckled. Marinette had a blank expression, unreadable to the criminal.

"I'm not afraid to die." She said slowly shaking her head to emphasize every word.

"Brave chick now aren't you? But don't you worry...I'm not going to kill you." He laughed, then he forcefully planted his lips on hers. She struggled against it trying to break free. When he moved his lips she took the opportunity to scream.

"Someone help me!" She yelled.

"Shut up!" He barked slapping her. But she didn't stop yelling for help, she was use to the slaps anyways. The angry man had enough and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a cloth. He held it against the young heroine's mouth.

Marinette breathed in something sickly sweet. Her muscles started to relax and she couldn't focus on staying awake.

'Crap, chloroform.' Marinette thought before blacking out. The last thing she saw was bright green cat like eyes behind the man.

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Chat Noir heard the screams of a girl. But he knew who it was. Marinette. His princess. He followed the voice to see a gun and a bag of
groceries on the side walk. 'Crap.' He thought. He looked in every nearby alley way until he saw his princess being held to the wall with cloth held over her mouth as she struggled to be free. He came up behind the criminal and recognized him as Gregory De'Claire. He's been wanted for years. Apparently he turned into a criminal and moved to Paris after his older sister died when they were kids.