M A R I N E T T E
The gray building of Akuma Labs looms over me.

Nervousness and excitement bubble up inside me. This is it; what I worked so hard for. After all the studying and school work I did, after the paperwork I signed that made me think the company had some real secrecy, I am here.

A dream come true if that was scientifically possible.

I would love to see my best friend, Adrien's face right now; his perfect smile and kind personality. Him being here would make this experience, even better, if that was even possible. But if he were still here, alive and breathing, I don't think I would be standing before Akuma Labs today.

Adrien Agreste got stage four lung cancer. It was heartbreaking news when me and my other friends found out, but it was even more heartbreaking news when a few days later, he... died. The grief was like someone was choking me when I found out that my best friend, my first love, died.

But it gave me the push to find out what I really wanted to do with my life, to save people like him.

Instead of fashion designing, my dreams changed to science. So I pushed myself in schoolwork, until I was the top of my class and even graduated early. But I knew if I truly wanted to save people like Adrien, Akuma Labs is the place I need to be.

And here I am.

The large and intimidating building of Akuma Labs is standing before me, surrounded by the orange and red leaves of fall. I take a deep breath, still dazed in amazement that I am here. I am actually here. I let out a small squeal of excitement.

But excitement is always soon follow by nervousness and anxiety to do good, and to not mess this up.

I hope I look professional with my black t-shirt, black jeans, and light pink flats. Hopefully the pink blazer thrown over my shoulders is not too much. Though fashion designing is my past dream and science is my new one, I can't help but be picky with my how my outfit looks and how each clothing piece is made.

I take a deep breath and walk inside.

The inside is such a clean white with even more clean cuts. The floor is black tiles, but that just makes all the shades of white brighter. It makes the room feel futuristic. The only color is the light purple flowers on the front desk.

I walk up to it with my black and heavy suitcase behind me. The woman behind the front desk pushes up her glasses and doesn't even look up at me, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Umm, no." I shake my head, "But, umm, I am, umm."

"Speak up, miss, I can't hear you." The front desk woman says with an undertone of annoyance, "If you don't have an appointment you can leave. We are a busy place, miss, and we can't take in visitors on the spot."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, miss." I say speaking up as I try to find my confidence, "I am the new, umm, intern."

The woman looks up and a flash of pity crosses her face, but it soon disappears, "Nice to meet you, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I am Nathalie. I am sorry about my behavior earlier, you have no idea how many unwanted visitors we get in here."

"It's okay." I say with a smile, "I understand how busy your schedule must be, and I am excited to start my work here."

Nathalie nods solemnly, "I would love to escort you to your room, but as you said, we have a filled schedule." Nathalie hands me a keycard, "Here's your keycard. Don't loose it. Go down this hallway. When you reach the bathrooms, turn right. Head down that hallways until it is a dead end, and turn right again. There will be stairs, and an elevator, you will head up to the fifth floor where your room is. Your room number is on your keycard, 513. It is just like a hotel. Do you know where to go now?"

"Yes, Miss Nathalie." I say smiling, "Thank you."

Nathalie nods again and I begin walking with my heavy suitcase, "You can leave that here, Miss Dupaim-Cheng, I will send someone down to take it up to your room."

"Thank you again." Nathalie does the same nod and returns to typing on her computer.

I follow her directions. There isn't much to look at, except for white walls and black tiles as I walk. I am soon at the stairs and elevator. I decide to take the stairs hoping that I might see something interesting.

I don't.

I am out of breath as I stand before my room. I regret taking the stairs, but at least I should be in more shape than that. But my heavy breathing proves otherwise. I really need to start up my running in the mornings again, before it isn't just heavy breath, but heavy breathing and flab on my stomach.

I take a deep breath. Once this room door opens, my life will change forever.

"Adrien Agreste." I find myself speaking to Adrien when I have so much emotions and no one to share it with. It is illogical since he is gone, but often I still find myself doing it, "You always believed that dreams come true, and I guess now I can say you are right and you can tell me I told you so with some awful pun." I let out a sad laugh, "I know when I open this door, my life will change. You know how I fear change, ever since you passed away. But I know this is a good change, a dream come true actually, but I guess, I just want to savor the past before everything does."

I sigh as I sit down and lean against the door of my room, "I miss you a lot, Adrien. And I really need to stop talking to you, since you are gone. I just wish you were still here is all. I could talk endlessly to you about the way you gave me your umbrella, our first date, and the way you hold me when you kiss me."

A small smile makes it way up to my lips, "I know you're growing impatient telling me to go open this room's door and go follow your dreams. I love you, Adrien Agreste, and I just wish you were here beside me. Just wish me some luck now, okay?"

I stand up and turn toward my room's door. I slide my keycard on it and it clicks open. I walk inside the pitch black room. I shudder as the darkness of the room seems to become creepy as I feel my hand along the wall, until I find a light switch. I flip it on.

My heart stops as the now turned on light reveals three men in black surrounding me. Their hands seize hold of me.

I kick.

I scream.

I try to get away.

No one seems to hear me. My attempts fail against the three strong men. No one comes to save me. The world seems to move so slowly as one of the men tie a black blindfold around my eyes. They tie something around my mouth to shut me up too. They are both so tight, it hurts. Headache causing voices fill my ears as I continue to fight, but each kick becomes weaker and weaker...

"If I wasn't getting paid so well, I might feel bad for this girl."

"Do you know what they are going to do to her?"

"I hear they are feeding this unlucky girl to a failed human experiment."

The voices drown together, and I pass out.

A/N
That was intense! I feel the need at the end of every chapter to remind you to press the star and comment if you enjoyed because it motivates me to write more. It is true, but I think I have said it so much it has become annoying and you already know that...

But what else am I suppose to out in my author notes? I feel the importance of putting them here at the bottom even though I have nothing new to announce.

-mirculously out!