*slides you a mini-fic* So... how’s about we forget I didn’t post yesterday, and just focus on the positives here...
Chloe Bourgeois:
494 words
Approx. 2.25 hours of writing time (including edits/rewrites)
Chloe Bourgeois was not one to be trifled with.
Even without the myriad of recent developments regarding her career and new physical capabilities, she was perfectly willing and capable to murder you socially--or literally, but no one had pushed her that far...yet--if you got on her hit list.
And anyone who messed with Marinette Dupain-Cheng or Adrien Agreste was at the very top of that list.
Chloe’s best friend--Adrien was on equal ground with Mari, but saying that made everyone assume they were dating, which just… ew. Gross. He’s practically her brother--was a ray of sunshine who seemed to believe her entire purpose was to make other people shine, and not to light up the room, even at the cost of her own happiness; and if you contributed one iota to her misconception, then you were about seven seconds away from being burned at the stake.
Chloe’s other best friend--people who assumed they were twins were almost as amusing as the people who assumed Marinette was their adopted sister--was yet another ray of sunshine, who thought it was his life mission to make everyone around him laugh, even at the cost of his own happiness; and if you contributed even one iota to this misconception, you were approximately seven seconds from being beheaded.
Chloe was a girl who took everything that was said about her and wore the title with pride, but if anything was said of ill toward the two people she loved more than anything else in the world: If anything of ill was said toward the two people in her life who didn’t call her a ‘lost cause’ or a ‘stupid rich kid’, regardless of the validity of those claims: If anything of ill was said toward the two people who lit up her life brighter than a child’s eyes on Christmas morning because for once things would be alright, well…
Suffice it to say that even running for the hills wouldn’t protect you, because the hills have your secrets, your skeletons, your monsters. And Chloe Bourgeois can pull every single one of them from the earth, look you dead in the eyes and ask you if you’d dropped something.
Her tactics had changed over the years.
Her appetite for violence was dulled by the encouraging of people who were far kinder than she felt she could ever be, and her insatiable desire to be cruel was instead changed from a blunt, stone ax, to a diamond drill; perfectly designed to get straight to the point without any side-tracking--Sharp, direct, to-the-point, and valuable, as her best friends had said.
But regardless of how much she’d changed, Chloe Bourgeois was a woman of war, and if you set foot on her territory and spat on her people, she was more than happy to wage it.
The fact simply remained: Don’t mess with Adrien Agreste or Marinette Dupain-Cheng unless you wanted to die a slow and painful death by the hands of the most ruthless 18 year old this millennium had ever seen.
