It's 2 am. And I thought....'I need to make an update.' and so, here we are. Ummm...so TMI, but I literally just threw up, and don't get me wrong, I feel alot better, But just warning you, I'm not responsible for what this chapter turns out to be. Alright?

"What are we suppose to do in this situation again!!?!?!?" Marinette shouted over terrified screams and the rumbling of the building.

"I don't know!!! He didn't tell us!!!" Adrien answered, just as confused an
fearful as she was.

Marinette grabbed his arm, darting back to the kitchen.

The employees had already filed out, a good sign for both sides.

The employees needed to get out, and Marinette needed at find a place to hide with Adrien.

Win-win situation.

Well, despite the fact that there was possibly some murderous rampage going on outside.

She ducked behind a counter, before finally catching her breath as she saw the coast was clear.

"We gotta try something." Adrien panted, His breath had escaped with the crowd of people running the opposite direction as him.

He figured they were too worried about their own safety, to wonder why the duo would be heading to the kitchen.

The shaking had stopped, but it was clear that whatever was outside was doing a fine job in terrorizing the citizens. The screams could be heard, even in the silent part of the kitchen.

This kinda stuff didn't happen, anywhere, and even the two, so-called 'heros' didn't know what to do.

"Uhh....hang on...." Marinette stood up, looking over the counter for some kind of hint.

Maybe she could be told what to do, that always seemed alot easier.

That's what the world did anyways. Told you what to do....think...feel.

Made you 'normal'.

But then again. This wasn't normal.

So she didn't have to be either.

But this was still hard.

Where's your average, magical, small, wise old man when you need him?

"Adrien....I have an idea." Marinette bit her lip, worried how her plan could roll out.

Like a flawless red carpet, across the walk of fame.

Or like some broken, dry dough, that she had left out too long.

Too drastic of a difference for her liking, and the plan left no room to fix any mistakes. Considering she wasn't completely sure what she was doing.

But it was worth a shot.

"Yeah?" Adrien stared at her, urging her to go on.

"First we need to find out exactly what's going on." she chewed on her bottom lip, teeth digging into the skin.

"Except we don't know that." Adrien seemed to understand what she was getting at.

They needed a way to get outside, but without being in direct commotion.

He got an idea.

"Isn't there a ladder to the roof on the back of the building?" he stood up as well, just as another rumble rippled through the ground.

Marinette nearly lost her balance, gripping onto the counter top to steady herself.

"Yeah. We better hurry." she nodded, leading the way to the illuminated exit sign above the back door.

She pushed it open, revealing the outside.

Instead of the usually blinding light that would shine through an open door, due to the contrast of the sunlight and the dull inside, it was dark everywhere.

A thick cloud of dust gathered high in the sky, small particles tickling the inside of the duo's noses, and causing Adrien to sneeze.

Marinette grabbed onto his hand, just in case the fog got to thick to see, which was quickly happening.

The faint glow of their arms stopped them for a moment, before Marinette gentley pulled him over to the ladder.

That glow was what she had hoped for.

She went up first, A dusty breeze beginning to blow lightly in her face.

She looked up to find the dust starting to collect high in the sky, slowly spinning in a rapidly quickening whirl.

She squinted her way up to the roof, followed by Adrien, who was holding his arm in front of his eyes to shield himself from the painful cuts of the tiny particles flying through the air.

Sand storms weren't something that happened in Paris, more like something for Arizona. Even then, Sand storms weren't something that anyone should get used to, just like any other storm.

And what made it worse was that this storm was man-made, and seemingly intentional as well.

There was some kind of magic behind all of this, and though the hero's couldn't quite see their competitors, Marinette could make out two figure hovering in mid-air.

The sand whisped swiftly around them, as if they were the ones controlling it.

And it seemed that they were.

Before she learned about the miraculous.....this kind of thing would've been crazy to her.

And maybe it still was.

But now that she knew, she was able to truly believe it.

"Ok Adrien." she yelled over screams and whipping wind.

He looked at her, nodding his head for her to continue.

"I don't know exactly what we need to do, but I do know we need some sort of way to fight." she began, still having to shout.

"It would be easier if we knew more." he called, even though he was right beside her, it was hard to hear.

"I know. But whenever we went to the master...." she trailed off for a minute, But soon started again.

"We wanted answers. That's what we got, that's what the mark brought us. So...what if we try what we did the first time, but with a different goal?" she blinks past dust, her arm glowing almost like it knew.

Maybe it did.

"Thats pretty good!" he nodded, squeezing her hand a bit tighter.

If Marinette could've taken a deep breath right now, she would've. Unfortunately, that would only lead to dusty lungs and a painful coughing fit.

And there was no time for that.

Marinette slowly curled her arm around Adrien's, watching as his hair was being tangled and knotted in the wind.

He was watching her too.

She walked closer, arms knit together in front of them as the glow grew brighter.

The sensation was familiar, yet so strange and new at the same time.

The colors swirled around them,
Just like the last time.

But she didn't feel weightless this time, as if she were about to fly away.

She felt grounded and sturdy, like she held the ground in the fight that hadn't even started.

It was almost funny to her really, that she was so worried about what people would think about her without a mark. That she was worried she wasn't normal. But the last time she checked, this whole situation was far from normal.

And she wasn't so scared about it this time.

She closed her eyes, since the light didn't allow her to see anything other than a bleed of pink and green.

It was quite beautiful really.

But something strange happened.

She had wish for help, to be able to fight, and she never once thought that the transformation would be any different than what it had been before.

She didn't know what she had expected, yet, when her pink darkened to red, and the faded out green turned intimidating, it surprised her.

She felt an overwhelming sensation of being hugged with fabrics, snugly, but not tight.

She no longer felt her clothes wisping in the wind, but rather, the wind brushing past and around her.

She had a mini panic attack for a moment, having to convince herself that the wasn't naked.

The fabric had fit so well, like it was a second skin, like it was made for her.

She felt so free, as if she could fly.

She felt...like herself?

And though she couldn't see, she knew Adrien was in the same situation.

She wondered what was going on inside his head.

************

He was having similar thoughts as she was, if not a bit more blindly excited at what was to come.

He had seen the way the colors had darkened, the way they had transfixed his gaze, though it hurt his eyes a bit.

He blinked through his pain, the sensation of being hugged washed over him too.

He felt his clothes seeming to drift away, to be replace by a suit that felt so natural, it was almost as if he had worn it so many times.

The way it curved around his arms and torso, yet didn't feel so constricting.

He felt as agile as a cat.

And he was standing perfectly still.

The light slowly faded, allowing them both to see again.

And despite their curiosity at what they, themselves looked like, the couldn't keep their eyes off each other.

They stared right at one another.

They looked so much like they had come straight out of such an awesome comic, that Marinette was going to pinch herself just to make sure this wasn't some crazy dream.

But she didn't, she just sighed as she stared at him, covered in a leather cat suit, that fit him all too perfectly.

Maybe she wouldn't mind staying asleep if this was a dream.

She stared at his chiseled torso.

"Damn." they said in unison.