My first reaction when realizing that I were about to black out in the middle of the road was to throw myself out of the way.
I forced my legs to move, to sprint back to the sidewalk, but it was like my feet were glued to the ground. No matter how hard I tried to take even a fraction of a step, I couldn't.
"Come on, move—"
I whipped my head up and sure enough, my worst suspicions came true. I caught a glimpse of the white-haired man behind the wheel of a car heading straight toward me.
It was almost as if I were suddenly stabbed in the stomach when I felt the sharp pain that was what made me hit my knees in ultimate pain. And then I seen black.
I heard my head smacking against the pavement and the sickening sound of something cracking. I could not breathe. That was the first thing that registered with me when my vision finally shifted into focus again.
My chest was constricting and it felt as if my ribs were cracked and I couldn't get any air past my lips. I knew I should have felt pain. One would expect feeling pain. But I didn't. Maybe it was because I was in such shock I wasn't feeling anything or hearing anything.
I was lying in the middle of a packed street after falling out and I was not stupid. I knew what was to come of this.
Colt was right. Snakes had come after me after all. I really was going to die.
Huh, I thought dazedly. I never thought I'd end up going like this.
"Well, well, well... look at you, little Marinette."
I was at least able to move my eyes to see Snakes crouching down beside me, a rather smug, interested look on his face.
"You know. When I said you reminded me of Dakota, I didn't know you'd die the same way she had." He said while rubbing the underneath of his chin.
"And you know, I expected better of you," Snakes said conversationally, reaching out to prod me in the cheek. "You're a strong willed girl, Marinette. Full of bravery and courage and strength. You could have done much, much more than to reduce yourself to a pathetic, love sick sap willing to die for somebody who probably doesn't feel the same way you do. Such a shame, really."
I tried to speak, to splutter out something, but it was pointless. Everything was starting to shift and fill with splotches of black.
"I'm sure Colten will be pleased to see you, you know," Snakes continued. "Oh, he won't be too happy with me and Gabriel Agreste, that's for sure. But I think you're getting what you deserve, quite honestly. So goodbye, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I don't expect you'll be seeing much of me ever again."