A man in a trench coat carrying a duffel bag walked into the sewers of Paris.
He was of a decent build and average height, not buff, not scrawny. His hair was short and jet black. He had a pencil mustache and kept most of his face hidden by the use of his hat. If needed he could likely slip into a crowd without notice.
He had heard of the bizzare events that have been occurring in Paris, a place were sad people get possessed by evil bugs and fight superheroes. It would sound insane if there wasn’t video proof.
What really was insane was the recent bounty that popped up. One that many would consider a practical joke. In fact, many thought it was done as a way to flush out greedy hitmen.
10 million Euros for Ladybug and Chat noir.
It was such a rediculous idea. Hiring an assassin to kill superheroes.
He didn’t understand why he was even bothering to check out the legitimacy of this insane bounty. Was it boredom? Perhaps hope for a challenge. He had been in this field for 20 years now, and he really wanted a way to prove himself. Not many people know it, but hitmen are arrogant egomaniacs. Reputation is as valuable as gold. If he could pull it off, then his rep would be without question.
He followed the directions to the rendezvous point, and he was shocked to see that this was legit.
In front of him stood a man in a purple suit and a silver mask, a metal briefcase in his hand. Even he knew that this was the villain of Paris, the super terrorist, Hawkmoth.
“So, it was real.” The man in the trench coat stated, an amused smile graced his face.
“I take it you are interested in the assignment.” The masked man questioned, keeping a serious face.
“I was curious about this strange bounty that popped up. Many people in my circle think it’s a set up to a sting operation.”
“Yet you came anyway?”
“I figured a cop wouldn’t be so brazen with their trap.”
Hawkmoth didn’t react to the man’s comments.
“Can I get the name of the man I’m hiring?”
“You can call me Hunter. You of all people should know the importance of a civillain identity being kept secret.” Hunter mused
Hawkmoth nodded.
“Very well. Hunter, your assignment is to get me the Miraculous of Ladybug and Chat noir, whether they are dead or alive is no concern of mine.”
Hunter looked at the villain before chuckling.
“So, your use of gloomy people has been so ineffective you needed to actually hire someone.”
Hawkmoth was not amused.
“So, if I take the job. Do I get some special equipment to deal with these freaks? Or will I be able to put a bullet in their skulls without a problem.
“The miraculous enhances their natural durability to superhuman levels. So long as their wearing the miraculous, normal weapons won’t be able to do much against them. A typical bullet would be a bug bite at worst.”
Hunter scoffed.
“Figured.”
Hawkmoth smiles.
“But, I can give you the edge you need.”
He reveals his Cane and opens the dome on top of it to reveal a black butterfly.
“A butterfly? I hope you are joking.”
“Trust me. This will be more then enough”
“Alright, show the cash. I need to make sure I aint getting stiffed.”
Hawkmoth tosses the suit case to the assassin.
He opens the case and his eyes go wide, a dark grin appears on his face.
“Let me just check to make sure its real.”
Hunter quickly pulls a bundle of bills and examines them, it was real. It was legit.
“And they say crime doesn't pay.”
“Consider that a down payment. Should you succeed, you will be receiving payments over the course of 5 years.”
Hunter closes the case.
“I want those payments in American bills. Cant exactly stick around here spending this cash.”
“Another quiet Patrol. Seems that Hawkmoth might have Migrated for the winter.” The cat themed costume quipped.
“I don’t trust this. Don't you find it off Chat noir? Its been over a month since the last akuma attack.” The red clad heroine commented.
“Relax Ladybug, maybe Hawkmoth felt humiliated after the 30th akumatization of Mr.Pigeon and decided to take up stamp collecting.”
Ladybug moved to the edge of the roof they were on to get a better view of the area. The night was quite peaceful, even for the city at night. Something felt very wrong.
Chat noir’s ear twitched as he picked up on something.
“Duck!”
Chat noir tackled Ladybug out of the way just barely avoiding a small incoming projectile.
“What was that?”
Ladybug looked in the direction of where the object came from.
“Roll!”
Ladybug rolled with Chat noir avoiding the next few attacks.
“What in Plagg’s name is going on!?” Chat noir questioned. Confused by the sudden attack.
The two got up.
“We need to move.”
The two started to move across rooftops.
“Looks like Hawkmoth decided to get his lazy butt up again.”
“Chat noir Focus, this akuma is sniping at us.”
“Yea, its probably wants to capture us like with Desperada. We should avoid getting hit.”
The akuma looked away from his scope.
His clothes took the colors of the environment around him. His eyes blood red and his pupils like those of an eagle. He had a black mask cover his face, which also acted similar to his clothing. He was as stealthy as a chameleon. and as deadly as a Cobra.
“Damn, they are quicker then I expected. I guess that explains the high cost.”
He got up from his spot and stretched.
“I guess this is where the real fun begins.”
He goes into his bag to change his sniper rifle for two sleek Desert Eagle Pistols.
“Gotta admit Hawky. You really suited me up. I can just think of a weapon and bam, I can pull it right out of my bag. I am pretty damn sure these are illegal here.”
A purple butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.
“Remember Hero Hunter, these aren't just copies. Thanks to the powers I gifted you, those weapons are lethal, even to them. That includes if they are turned on you as well.”
“Yea Yea, I am well aware of the powers. I get their magic trinkets, and take them back to you. And I can kill them if I want to.”
“Just be sure you succeed.”
“Noted.”
Hero hunter Dashed along the roof tops after the two. He was planning on doing two quick shots then clean up. But perhaps he can enjoy an up close kill.
“We need to find a place to regroup and think of a way to handle this akuma.”
“Agreed, I hate when the akuma hides like this. It is super annoying.” Chat noir spat.
“Good thing I am not hiding.”
The two heroes stopped to see the akuma appear in front of them.
He was wearing camouflage that seemed to shift to the correct colors of his environment at will. He looked like a mix of a soldier and a game hunter. But what caught the two heroes attention were the two pistols in his hands.
“Are those guns? Like actual guns!?” Chat noir questioned in disbelief.
The akuma smirked.
“Desert Eagle. .44 Magnum. Always buy American.” He said as he pointed his gun at the cat.
“Now, hand over the miraculous, or I turn you both in to Swiss cheese.”
“Hate to tell you this, but those won't do anything to us. Got some impressive Invulnerability. At best those will be an annoy...”
Chat noir heard the click of the barrel but was caught off guard by the bullet the went through his thigh
“AGH!!!!” Chat noir Screamed as blood spilled out of the hole. He grabbed his Thigh as he fell down on one knee, reeling from the pain.
“So much for your durability.” He mocked. “Now last chance, or next shot goes through your skull.”
Ladybug felt a chill go down her spine. This was nothing like the other akuma attacks. This was a true life or death battle. Hawkmoth was playing for keeps!
He lined up his next shot for his head but his arm was snagged by a yo-yo. The sudden movement made him release his gun.
“You get away from him you monster!” Ladybug screamed in rage.
The akuma growled and turned his other hand to her, trying to shoot her.
Ladybug quickly jumped in the air, narrowly avoiding the bullets. He cursed as he realized he needed to reload.
Ladybug took this chance to scoop up Chat noir and get him out of there.
“Sneaky bug.” He muttered angrily. He was done playing nice. He didn't care if they were kids. They were making a mockery of him, and he has a reputation to maintain.
He goes into his bag and pulls out something much bigger.
“This will be perfect for Exterminating that bug.”
“Ghhh.” Chat noir bit his lip to hold in his pain as Ladybug put pressure on the wound.
“Okay, so we have an akuma with weapons that ignore our durability.”Ladybug stated as she was trying to figure out a plan.
“Figured that one out. Thankfully, I can heal quick. I think the bleeding is stopping.”
Chat noir managed to stand up. He grunted in pain as he kept himself standing.
“Oh no you don't. You are staying hidden until I solve this.”
“Like hell I am! You expect me to lay back and let the woman I love get shot at?! You're crazy if you think....”
Chat noir noticed Ladybug was in tears.
“Ladybug...”
“I don't want you to die Chatton! You are injured and that wound will slow you down. There is no way you can dodge bullets in your condition!”
“Ladybug... You still have miraculous healing. Once we beat the akuma, all the damage will be undone. That can't happen if you get killed. You need me out there.” Chat noir reasoned.
Ladybug could see his logic. She hated that he was right, she hated that there was a chance they could die. She hugged him. The two managing to calm their nerves after the embrace.
“Okay, but you need to be careful. I don't want you getting hurt anymore.”
“I promise, I will be alright when this is over.”
“Come out Come out Wherever you are!!”
A voice called out from a distance.
“Seems the hunter is getting impatient.” Chat noir rolled his eyes.
“Well maybe I have something to turn the tide and make the hunter the hunted.”
The Akuma sits on the roof top, his camouflage active to ensure he was hiding.
He was pretending that he was getting cocky in order to draw the two heroes out. They will be expecting an outright fight. But he had something special planned.
The two peer from their hiding place, looking around to see where he was.
‘Just a little further.’
“Where did he go? I could of sworn I heard him.”
“Keep calm kitty, he might have a trick up his sleeve.”
‘Just pop right out.’
Chat Noir jumped out of the spot.
“Now!”
He presses the button in his hand.
A sting pulls chat noir back just barely avoiding the exploding mine.
“Damn it!” The akuma cursed.
“Nice try, we figured you would try something like that. And now we know where you are. So quit the chameleon act.
The akuma revealed himself and had his arms up.
“Alright. You caught me. I have been outsmarted.”
Ladybug could see that the man was clearly lying through his teeth, he was reaching for something.
“Its a trap.”
The man revealed a massive Gun and aimed it at them.
“Bye bye.”
The akuma let loose a storm of bullets from his automatic machine gun.
Chat noir began spinning his Staff as fast as he could to block the bullets. Ladybug used the opportunity to slick away.
“I never get to use these. They are so much fun!” The akuma roars with laughter. His bullets not as accurate as before with the powerful gun shooting off rapid fire.
Chat noir managed to block a majority of the bullets but he was getting knocked and hit by a few missed ones, He was starting to getting much bloodier and his baton was slowing down. He was biting his lip to avoid screaming in pain. These bullets hurt like hell.
“You’re finished you mangy mongrel.”
He felt something his his hands.
“What the heck.
“He looked up to see Ladybug.
He pointed his gun upward and began firing. A few bullets managed to connect as she was in the air.
“GHH!” She groaned in pain as she rolled from the landing.
“Nice try Bug. But now your going to be exterminated.”
He pointed the gun at her.
“Ladybug!” Chat noir cried out as he tried to move.
Click
“Out of ammo. No matter, I still have ammunition in my pistols and with how weak you two are, it will be easy pickings.” He boasted as he tried to drop his empty gun. But he couldn't.
“Wait... I can't let go of my gun!”
Ladybug smirked as she revealed the super glue she had on her person, she tossed it aside used her Yo-Yo to circle around his legs and tripped him. His pistols and duffel bag flew off of him as he was helpless to get them.
“You got to be kidding me!” He screamed in frustration.
“Chat noir, the bag!”
The cat slowly stumbled to the bag. Ladybug took notice of the dozens of holes in his body, the cat had managed to protect his vital organs, but his body was bloody and he would die from blood loss if the healing didn't happen soon.
“Hurry Chat!”
“Cata...clysm...” Chat noir called out in a weak voice as he fell forward. Touching the bag with his hand, turning it black and causing it to crumble. The black butterfly popped out.
“No!” The akuma shouted.
Ladybug untangled her yo-yo and went to snag the akuma.
“Time to de-evilize.”
She snagged the akuma with her Yo-Yo and purified it. This resulted in the akuma reverting back into his normal form.
“Chat, the akuma is down! Chat?”
She looks to see a large puddle of red liquid pooling around him.
Ladybug looked away, she couldn't freeze up right now. She needed to cast healing.
“Miraculous ladybug!”
She tossed the glue container into the air and she watched as her powers activate.
The damage to the environment vanished, and the pool of blood around chat noir vanished. Ladybug’s leg healed instantly.
“Chat!” She ran to the cat hero, who was still laying face down in the ground.
“Its alright Chat noir. I fixed everything. You are all fixed up.”
The de-akumatized hitman noticed the hero was distracted. He quietly made his way toward his bag. He had some things in there that would not give him plausible deniability over this whole mess.
“Chatton?” Ladybug touched his cheek and noticed he felt cold. She frantically began checking for a pulse.
“No... no no no... We... we won. This shouldn't.”
The assassin slicked away as the hero desperately tried to revive her partner.
“I wonder if hawkmoth will pay for half the job done?”
Title: Dance of Silver - Chapter 6: Weakness
Relationships: Gency and Anahardt
Rating: Teen/Mature
Warnings: Language, Death?? , some mentions of blood and violence
Summary: What's happening to Jesse? Genji kicks ass and Angela's crying.
Our fav old couple makes an appearance.
...
Angela knew she was staring at her room, from the carpet to the wooden furnishings, but everything in her vision was blurry, rocking back and forth in her mind like the slow waves at sea. She groaned at the loud piercing sounds surrounding her, sharp enough that she couldn't get off the ground. Weak, that's all she felt. No energy; No will.
Then her fingertips twitched at the feeling of her carpet turning warm and wet. That's when her mind oriented itself at the scent.
Blood. Lots of blood.
Oh God. Jesse.
Blurry scenes of her brother getting battered with hundreds of bullets replayed in her head. The cracking of the shots clapping like vicious thunder in her ears.
Fuck, fuck! No!
Cold and warmth alternated on her hands as she haphazardly padded the area around her.
Where is it? Where is it!
At the touch of cold metal, she silently rejoiced in her heart when she caressed the long pole.
Please don't let him die. Please.
She scrunched her face tight, forcing her mind to still and focus, and at a snail’s pace, it slowly cleared. Urging her blood, she fumbled until she found the mechanism, and pressed.
The yellow beam in the darkness caught their attention. Everyone, from Father's children to the Angels’ descendants, stopped mid-fighting while they stared at the light floating towards the man on the ground. He had long stopped twitching, stopped moving, and his body even started getting cold.
Please, Jesse. Don’t do this!
Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood that soaked the carpet beneath her face. She kept remembering back to the moment of six years ago, the scene mixing and blurring with the scene she just saw. The warm blood on her face. Like the blood under her right now. The sight of glinting fangs sunken deep into Jesse’s neck. The bullets hitting his body. The vampire’s mockery in those eyes. The resolution in his russet ones.
