Fallen Angel

Chapter 5- Brother

Marinette POV-
I woke up with a groan that quickly had me coughing up blood.

Not realizing where I was and that I wasn't alone, I wasn't able to fight back the moan of pain that came out of my mouth as I held my stomach with both arms and curled into myself as tightly as I could. My head felt like it was splitting in half excruciatingly slowly, and every inch, every layer of me was on fire, inside and outside, every atom and fiber in me.

Oh my God, everything hurt so, so, so, SO badly, I just wanted to die to escape from the pain. I felt like I was being carved open with a white hot knife as slow as possible, burned alive, ripped apart, and crushed with an invisible and extremely heavy weight. My lungs felt like shattered glass that was on the line of falling apart, my head was throbbing and felt like someone was trying to force a metal pipe through it, and my stomach was cramping so sharply that I thought a knife was in there and being twisted slowly over and over.

Please, someone just kill me now. This pain was excruciating, and I felt like I was about to throw up, though I wasn't able to because my vision was spinning way too quickly. Kwami... let the pain fade quickly.... Please...

Tears trailed down my face as I squeezed my electric blue eyes shut, praying that the pain and agony would be over soon and never come back. I felt my stomach convulse painfully, and I put my hand over my mouth as tightly as I was able to force it to press against my lips. A moment later, all I tasted was blood, bile, and something that made my stomach feel like it was being torn open, and the thing felt string like. I shuddered violently and forced myself to swallow everything back down with a moan of pain, my throat being on fire and raw. My stomach cramped again, this time much sharper than the past few cramps, and more tears streamed as I tried to silence my pained and agonized sobs and whimpers.

(A/N- Jesus, I hate doing this to the little flower, but I promise everything will get better for her later in this chapter. Don't hate me y'all, but I'm tryna get this to lighten up a bit for our blueberry child)

After several long minutes that felt like hours, maybe years, my stomach finally stopped cramping, but everything else still hurt.

Being beat by Tom Dupain was not something I would wish on anyone, even Lila, Alya, and Adrien. Hell, I wouldn't wish it on even Joker, though I would kill the damned clown over and over and over until I was satisfied, which would be a long time. The evil soul deserved it, and no one could ever tell me otherwise. If he ever came near me, I was going to beat his ass, and if he even thought about insulting and putting shade on Jason's name, witnesses or not, I was going to shoot the fucking bitch between the eyes, and no one would be able to stop me at keeping that promise.

Yea, I guess I forgot to mention that Joker, and my brother and I, don't exactly get along, since the man knew Tom.

My life is just fucked up, that's all I have to be able to summarize it up for you, and it's only getting with each breath that I take.

I was broke out of my thoughts when I heard a voice speak, and it wasn't a voice that I recognized. Not expecting it, I flinched and shot up in fear, but instantly felt a sharp stab of pain, something crack, and felt my torso tear and start bleeding, and I cried out in pain and fell back against the bed I was on, tightly holding my stomach with my arms. My blue eyes scanned the room I was in, and the color drained from my face when I saw that I wasn't in my eyes of house with Tom, and I trembled when I didn't see my adoptive father anywhere.

My eyes taking in my unfamiliar surroundings, I saw a bunch of people with black hair and blue eyes, a boy with tan skin and pretty emerald green eyes, not like Adriens toxic green ones, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, and two red headed boys with different shades of green eyes, along with my friends, a little girl that looked about 6-7, and an older man. One of the boys was unconscious in a bed next to mine, and he had raven hair with white streaks in it, and he was covered in bruises and wounds with stitches. He was skinny enough that I could see his ribs through his hospital gown a little bit, but the muscles he had covered it up.