Cursed Past - Chapter 2 Preview
Preview for Chapter 2, currently working on it and I may be able to have it posted by Thursday night! Gonna be a long chapter, and I am trying to make sure it is all correct! Go give my Ao3 a subscription I post on there at the same time as here but you will get notifications! ^.^
He stood up and vaulted over and through the window to his old room, a movement that was still to this day so familiar and like second nature to him. He looked around at what remained of his teenage room, glass crunched under his steel toed boots, looking around at the destruction. The climbing wall was rubble, his basketball hoop broken in half and lying haphazardly on the floor, his bed broken, covered with pieces of his ceiling. The spiral stairs were in tatters, half of it in rubble on the floor and his library was completely missing, a giant hole replacing it. He couldn’t even recognize half of it anymore.
The rest of his room was covered in rubble and his old clothes strewn across the floor. One thing that caught his eye was his old computer monitors, covered in soot and dust, the keyboard broken on the floor, the mouse nowhere to be seen. He walked over to it, looking at the main monitor and remembering when Ladybug was in here, smiling at the photo of his mom. He smiled at the memory. Wiping the monitor screen, leaving a hand mark, his anger and hurt bubbling to the surface.
“You did this.” He whispered, clenching his fist. “You ruined everything!” He yelling, picking up the monitor and throwing it across the room with a roar, panting as he watched it hit the wall and crash to the floor, the sound echoing through the mansion. “Why!?” He screamed at no one, “why did you do this? Why father? To torture me more? To ruin my childhood more?” He kicked his table, grabbing it with one hand and throwing it across the room like it weighed nothing. “You kept me from people! Isolated me! Abandoned me! You never loved me!” Tears stung his eyes, throwing the chair he spent so many nights sitting on studying to make his father proud at the broken piano, the clangs bringing him out of his anger, making him turn slowly, tears falling onto the dust ridden floor. His piano...
He slowly walked over to it, that was his mother’s piano, memories of sitting on her lap, his small hands over hers as she played, smiling up at her beautiful face, so full of love and understanding. He dropped to his knees, looking at the wrecked piano in front of him. He wiped his face, not able to take his eyes off the bloody fingerprints covering the now grey keys. It was tainted now, the good memories stained by his own blood, from what his father did to him. His father ruined everything. His father...
“Adrien…” He heard a soft whisper behind him, causing him to jump up and release his claws, the green glow from them lighting up his contorted, pain ridden face, ready to attack in his upset state. But when he saw who it was his claws retracted and he collapsed to his knees, loving arms catching him and pulling him into her chest, cradling him softly. “It’s ok, mon cœur! You are safe! You are loved, I will not ever let anything happen to you again. I’m here now.” Soft hands stroked his hair as he sobbed, rocking him softly. “Maman is here now.”
