Scars cut deeper than Wounds

Chapter 11: Wake Up

Marinette called after her but stopped when she disappeared out of view leaving her by herself. She had so many questions. Like, where the hell was everyone? Why was it so dark? Why could she still hear her heart monitor when she'd left it in her room? She felt a tug of pain at her stomach and placed a hand on it freezing when she realised it was flat. And where the hell was her baby?

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She'd been walking around for what seemed like forever before she heard the faint sound of what seemed to be...crying? Or more specifically, a baby.

She followed the noise stopping outside the door of the baby's ward and slowly opened it. She looked around. The cribs were empty. The noise stopped before a sniffle was heard behind her. She swerved herself around to be met with the sight of a crib tucked in the corner. Another sniffle followed after. She crooked her head slightly to the left curious before walking to the crib. She looked over the wooden sighed and smiled at the cooing baby staring back at her. He was beautiful. His raven hair blended in with the darkness of the room but his green eyes pierced through the dark veil and almost glowed in the darkness. She lifted him up laughing when he grabbed for her finger and squeezed it before dozing back to sleep. She slowly placed him back in. As soon as his skin touched the cotton of the blanket, another cry was heard. She turned back around to be met with the sight of another baby. Also a boy. When she moved to pick him up, he stopped crying and opened his eyes to stare at her. He was almost a clone of the first baby. The only difference was that his eyes were a beautiful ocean blue resembling her own. She put him back in his cot and watched as he too fell asleep.

Everywhere went silent again and only the soft snoozes from the babies and the beeping of her heart monitor - that she was certain was still in her room where she'd left it beside her bed - was heard. She slowly closed the door to the baby's ward but froze when she heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking. She slowly turned around to only gasp when she she saw Damian kneeling behind her and a gun pressed against his head. She slowly looked up to the owner of said gun and let out a sob at who was pressing the gun into her friend's head.

"Adrien, what the hell are you doing?" Her voice once again echoed down the hall and stopped when it reached the two men at the end. The beeping of her heart monitor increased almost instantly accompanied by the sound of the blood rushing around in her body heating up her skin and allowing tiny droplets of sweat through her pores.

Adrien pushed the gun further into Damian's head, his frown deepening and his blonde hair darkened by the hood over his head.

"Adrien--please--" her voice croaked. She swallowed attempting to apply her tongue with moisture. "Please, don't--"

"On one condition." His voice pierced through.

"A-Anything." She knew her voice was barely a whisper and she almost couldn't recognise it. It had never sounded so...weak..before.

His eyes pierced through hers and his voice boomed despite being a whisper. "Wake up."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

He growled. "Too slow."

She threw her hands forward, her mouth opened to ask him to wait but it was too late. The sound of the bullet ricocheted off the walls and echoed in her head. Her view shrouded with black and everything went dark.

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Her eyes shot open before they narrowed squinting at the light threatening to blind her. She took a slow breath out. That nightmare had left her shaking. She slowly lifted herself up and yawned but froze at the sound of shuffling next to her. She slowly turned her head before her eyes widened and she let out what should've been an inhumane screech and jumped out of bed covering herself with part of the duvet.