At age twenty-five, Marinette never expected to be back in France, let alone Paris. Not after her desperate attempts of escape after things went south here. She dropped all forms of communication to her former life. No phone calls to her parents, no text messages to Alya, and not a single note to Master Fu. The only tie she had remaining to her former life was Tikki, her Kwami. While Ladybug never surfaced again as a hero after breaking out of prison. Marinette was busy building her new life, a life surrounded by blood, death, and murder. She assumed that the search parties were done looking for her, assuming they didn’t put two and two together. The day that Ladybug got arrested was the same day Marinette Dupain-Cheng went missing. After spending so much time with Roppi, she was fluent in Japanese, knew how to use several different types of guns and excelled at hand to hand combat as well.
While this was the opposite end of the spectrum Marinette once dreamed of, she didn’t complain at all. While in this line of work she lost most of her morals that she once held as a hero, a few still remained. She wouldn’t hurt innocent children, and she would occasionally help stop a few of the petty crimes. Well... as long as they weren’t related to her new ‘family’.
Apparently one of the targets that she was after fled to Paris to try and escape them. What little did they know was that this was Marinette’s home territory. Despite not being here in seven years, she spent so long running along the rooftops that she still remembered all of the shortcuts she discovered as Ladybug.
Backing her prey into a corner she pulled out her gun and pointed it at her target, a twisted smile on her face.
“You tried to run, you tried to hide, but in the end... the monster always wins. Especially when you draw them back to where they were first created.”
She spoke calmly and easily in Japanese as she waved her gun down at her target. A few chuckles escaped her lips as she pulled the trigger. All it took was one bullet between the eyes to finish her job. She hid the gun back in her clothes and pulled her phone out. A quick message back home to let them know that her job was done and she should be back by the end of the week. What she didn’t know was that she wasn’t alone anymore.
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