Probably the only chapter that will be in someone's point of view. *shrugs shoulders* we'll see.

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{ Marinette's POV }

I practically escaped that café as quickly as I could, slightly outraged and irritated at what had just happened minutes ago. I just couldn't believe that after I helped that feline, he had decided to something so cruel and expect me to obey his words.

Not gonna happen, cowboy.

He simply commanded me to hand him my money, as if he could just order me around and expect me to listen to his request. No way was I going to fear Chat Noir like everyone else did.

"Where are you going?!" Alya screeched after me; I cringed at the sound of her heals clicking on the sidewalk as she tried to catch and keep up with my fast strides.

"There's something I need to do," I stated, clearly trying to brush her off as quickly as possible.

She scoffed, "Whatever Marinette. I'm trying to help you, but you seem to keep on brushing off my advice."

I made a drastic turn to face her, "I'm sorry, what?" I wanted to laugh at what she had just said, "What advice have you given me Alya? Except, ya know, maybe to hide from and fear a man dressed in cat costume."

"This is no joke Marinette!" Alya practically yelled at me, as if I hadn't known that already, "Chat Noir is dangerous; I'm just trying to protect you!"

"I don't need you to protect me!" I shouted back before I could even think about what I was saying, "I'm a grown woman! I don't need someone to look after me and treat me like a child!"

Her hard glare soon faded at my words and I realized a little too late what I had said, but I was obviously not going to apologize. Not yet. "I'm not going to be like one of the pathetic people in this city who let a criminal push them around. What's the point of even working for the law if your just going to cower away when danger arrives?"

"Not even an apology for starters?" She asked after a moment of silence, completely ignoring what I had just uttered.

And that made me a lot more angry.

"You know what?" My hard glare was back on her, "I don't have time for this."

"Neither do I."

"Then I guess I'll be leaving then," I crossed my arms at her.

She just shook her head, "Fine."

"Fine." Was all I replied back.

And then, I was turning away from her, continuing on my path down the sidewalk. I didn't have time for Alya's stubbornness and attitude; I wasn't going to stay away, hide from, and fear a man who disguised himself as a criminal cat.

There was more to Chat Noir than meets they eye. I was sure of it.

Not just any criminal would feel comfortable letting a police officer stitch up their wound when they clearly had a vendetta against the law.

I was too preoccupied in my thoughts to see my next trouble coming, and when a rusty, burly, hand wrapped around my lips, clamping them shut, and pulling me hurriedly into the dark alley I was just passing, I just wasn't prepared.

Because I was at the café with Alya and off duty, I hadn't brought my gun with me. I had no weapons on me. Which meant, my waistband was empty and I had no way to defend myself.

The man pulled me so far back into the alley, that I was sure I would never find my way out. He let go of my mouth once I was far enough from the street, but quickly replaced it with a gag so I couldn't speak.

"Well, well, look what we have here." He snarled, chunking as he shoved me into a seating position on the ground, "Remember me, sweetheart?"

Before I was gasping at the man, I had somehow found a way to spit the disgusting gag out of my mouth. But, he didn't seem to care, and that's when I suddenly noticed he wasn't alone. Three other men stood behind him, looking down at my pathetic self hungrily. "You! How did you escape?"

He simply smirked at me, "Ah, sweetheart, I have my ways."

"What do you want?" I spit at the man, growling as I tried to escape my new restrains. He chuckled at my failed attempts, and so did the others behind him.

"What do I want?" He repeated the question, "We simply just want you."

I tried to escape my bondage once again, but the man before struck me in the head, making me fall over from my seating position and welcome the cold ground. I could practically feel the blood oosing from my new wound. "Struggle again, and your next punishment will be worse," he chuckled out his threat, and the other bastards beside him joined in the laughing frenzy.

My hands were tied to my back by now, and struggling wasn't going to help me get away. So what was I do? Stay here and let myself get possibly raped by four men? That was not going to happen.

When the first man stepped closer to me, eager to get his nasty hands on me, I lifted my foot up to kick him where the sun never shines.

He groaned in pain and slouched over, covering his private area with his palms. His buddies looked at him with pitty; I couldn't help but let a chuckle escape my lips.

"You think this is funny?" The man I recognized questioned, "I'll give you something to laugh about."

He then began to approach me closer a long with his two other men and I knew there was no possible way I would be able to escape this alone. Maybe there was just no way I could get out of this one.

Suddenly, this whole situation began to bring back memories I never wanted to dig up. The horror of my past could just never stay out of my present life. Suddenly, I was so scared for what was about to happen, literal tears began to slip down my cheeks. And I never cried. Never. At least, not anymore.

"You know what I think is funny?" A new voice came into the picture, and my head lifted immediately to find who it belonged to, "Why you still insist on coming into my territory, Harold."

For the first time ever, I was actually relieved and happy to see Chat Noir standing in that alley way. His green, glowing eyes were practically the only thing you could see in such a dark Ora.

But I couldn't help but remember the earlier events of today.

Harold immediately stepped back at the sight of Chat Noir; as did his men, "We were just passing through Chat Noir, and we needed-"

"What did I say would happen if you did this again?" Chat asked, interrupting the man who had the audacity to try and rape me.

Harold didn't respond; instead his body violently shook in fear. I remembered exactly what Chat Noir would've done if I hadn't stopped him.

He would've killed him.

"How dare you try to rape a woman," Chat Noir growled, stepping even closer to me which made the nasty men step back.

"Be gone," he growled again at them, "I never want to see you ever again."

Harold was the first to scurry away, followed by his other three men. When they all were out of sight and gone for sure, Chat Noir broke the ropes that kept me bonded.

But he immediately noticed the tears falling from my eyes, "Are you crying?" He asked.

I quickly stood to my feet and tried to wipe my eyes dry, "Of course not," I lied.

"I'm not an idiot." Chat Noir groaned; I could tell that he was slightly frustrated anyway.

"Why did you save me?" I asked, quickly trying to change the subject before he questioned it any further, "You threatened to kill me just minutes ago."

He chuckled at that, "Did you honestly believe I would shoot you?" Then he narrowed his eyes in all seriousness, "If I wanted you dead, I would've killed you already."

I couldn't help but gulp at that; I guess he did have a point there. But I was still aggravated at him, "What....so you saved me so you could come back and steal my money?"

"Like I said, would've done it already." He chuckled as if everything was a joke and it made me so annoyed with him.

"A thank you would be nice though," he added, "Since I did just save you from a traumatic event."

I smirked at him now, and replied, "Your welcome," before making my way towards the entrance of the alley way, leaving him to stand in all his lonesome.

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Marinette has the attitude and vibe that I have guys. If you're wondering why she is the way she is, it's because I'm literally making her me.

Question #1
                  Why do you think Chat Noir is hesitant to kill Marinette?

Question #2
                   During her traumatic events, Marinette experiences a slight flashback when she is kidnapped. What do you guess the flashback could've been about?

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