Life: The existence of an individual human being or animal.

A storm of grey clouds brewed over Paris. Up hundreds of feet in the air, the wind whipped through Chat Blanc and Ladybug. The wind in their ears sounded awfully similar to silence, as Chat Blanc held Ladybug's wrist in the air. Ladybug closed her eyes, and waited for death to come.

The sound of marching below ceased, as the swathe of policemen under the control of Chat Blanc all tensed at once. Not moving a muscle. It was as if, Chat Blanc had completely forgotten what he was doing. He stood motionless, his eyes in a hundred yard stare as their purple glow flickered, like an old lightbulb.

"I-" He stammered, Ladybug opened her eyes to examine his face. Were those tears? No they couldn't be it had to be rain. Yet there was no disguising the tears welling up in the villains face as he dropped Ladybug from his grasp. She fell to the ground and scooted herself away as Chat Blanc doubled over. He let out, the loudest, and most heart turning wail of sadness she had ever heard.

Chat waited for the voice. He waited for the cruel, tempting voice to scold him for his weakness, and to encourage him to take the life of the person that wronged them both. But there was no voice, only the wind, the rain, and his own wailing.

The voice was gone.

As Ladybug and Chat Blanc froze in place, the President, still gasping from his near death experience. Reached into his back pocket, And wrapped his fingers around the cold steel of a pistol. He brought the pistol out, and shakingly pointed it at the villain, who continued to stand his ground, unmoved by the threat. Ladybug cried out in fear.

"No, you don't have to do that, we can solve this!" She yelled, she took a step towards him as the President cocked the firearm and pointed it at her, Ladybug froze, and raised her arms in the air.

"I always thought the two of you were nothing but a pair of freaks," He spat, thunder crashing as he waved the weapon at both of them, "Running around, acting like you own this city, this country." Chat Blanc stood his ground, drawing his baton as the barrel of the weapon turned itself towards Ladybug. The President only sneered at this threat.

"What're you gonna do, hit me with your stick?" He asked, jeering to the villain. He pointed the gun at Chat Blanc, laughing at the apprehension in the heroes.

"You were so powerful just before, both of you with your little powers," He said, mockingly "Both of you are nothing, without your little fairies." The words stung Ladybug, but seemed to pass through Chat Blanc like nothing. The President pointed the barrel of the gun at Chat Blanc's head, he could see the sights of the gun, square to the masked villains temple.

"Say goodbye to your friend Ladybug."

His finger tightened around the trigger.

The wind, was deafening.