What instinct demands

A/N; Now that BOTBS is complete, I'm starting a new series! I've been planning this for a while now, but I wasn't sure whether to put it into action or not. Anyway, here is the first chapter.

-Eighteen Years Ago-

Our story begins at an ominous purple house set atop a hill, Paris sprawled out below it. A tall man, dressed in a suit of purple, his face hidden by a silver mask, wandered through the streets at night. He was completely alone, not a soul in sight.

His name was Hawkmoth.

He turned behind a tree, and looked suspiciously at the bakery opposite him. 'Dupain-Cheng Bakery!' The sign read. There, it would be perfect. Hawkmoth rubbed his hands together greedily, in preparation for what was going to happen.

He looked around, checking the coast was clear, and he could perform his terrible deed. It was. The man cambered up the side of the bakery swiftly, reaching the balcony. 'What a shame,' he thought 'This family could have been happy. Though it matters not.'

He pushed the doors to the upper floor open slowly. The room was painted a light pink, and the walls were bare. The room was mostly empty, save a small desk and a crib next to each other. In the crib was a sleeping baby girl, no older than five months.

Hawkmoth gently took the girl from the crib, holding her closely to his chest. He looked at the table, there was a silver chain with a small heart pendant on it. He took that too, and ran off into the night, back towards that purple mansion.

-The same time, elsewhere-

Police officer Emma Agreste slammed her hand down on the table, looking angrily at her case file. It was impossible to work out, she had no suspects, witnesses or any motives for the crimes. "Who would sneak into houses at the dead of night to steal children?" She growled. The case was that of some monster, making his way into houses and kidnapping children, all under the age of one.

There was never any evidence, ransom notes, or finger prints. It was always the child that was taken, and a small object from the room they were in, like a photo, or a ring.

There was no link to them, the families never knew each other, and none of them lived close together.

Flawless.

That's what the crime was. But, when the perpetrator did slip up, she would be ready to take him or her down.

-Three years later-

The attacks stopped the same year they started, with a total of twelve kidnappings. Officer Agreste still refusing to give up her case, having found a lead she wouldn't share with her co-workers. The reason she refused to give it up, was because about a year before the kidnappings, she was blessed with her own child, Adrien. She couldn't relate to the parents of the taken children, but she could relate to the ones that lived in fear of their daughter or son being taken.

Emma had a suspicion that the person who owned the purple mansion atop the hill was keeping the children there. In the middle of the night, she found herself walking up the hill, and climbing over the walls of the mansion.

She found a skylight on the roof that had a latch from the outside to it. She opened it, and dived into the unfamiliar house.

She pressed her back up against the black wall, gun in hand. She came to a doorway, and looked around it.

Inside, were twelve small children, sitting in a row, backs facing her. They were looking towards a man with a silver mask on, their posture stiff.

'That must be him.' She thought, moving her head further around the doorframe. The man put his hand to the base of his chin, and from there, peeled the silver mask off.

A gasp escaped her, and tears rolled down her face. 'Don't let it be true.' She begged mentally.

She did this, because the face she saw was that of her husband, Gabriel Agreste. She ran down the hallway, no longer caring about being stealthy or quiet, until she reached the skylight.

Emma hauled herself up, and fled the mansion. She reached the house she had bought with Gabriel, and packed the belongings she wanted.

She cried as she thought of her son, leaving him with his monster of a father. It wasn't fair that once she left, he would have to grow up with that man as his only parent. But life itself wasn't fair.

She quickly scrawled a note on the first thing she could find, a small version of their wedding photo.

It was you all along. I'm going to leave France until I'm sure you've become a better man. Tell the media we got a divorce, I died or something. I don't care. Take good care of Adrien for me. You know what you have to do.

Emma.

Gabriel was distraught when Emma left. He didn't have the chance to explain to her that those children were different, powerful. He was going to train them, show them how to harness their skill. But when she left, his porpoise changed, he would train them, and use their abilities for evil.

Her sudden departure filled him with malice, so he did what he had to. Raised the children as his own, in secret. He took care of Adrien, or, at least his servants did.

Before he took them, he came across a book, one that turned out to be very true. Every five-hundred years, a force from above grants thirteen children with powers. The description of the powers was very vague, but, the power that person had was special to that person, it represented them.

He located and took twelve of the thirteen, the final one being too elusive. He took objects from the rooms he found them in, to fuse their power with, in order to give them a human form when they needed to blend in.

-Present Day-

This was when the robberies and murders started. Hawkmoth had taught his 'akumas' to be sly and dangerous. They were never caught, assassinating people when Hawkmoth told them to, stealing from banks, clothing stores or just trashing houses.

He chose the person with the strongest power to be his second-in-command, her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, but she didn't know that. The name he gave her was Ladybug, she had exceptionally great fighting skills and luck. She lead the akumas whilst he planned their every move.

The now assassins and their names were:

Aurore Beaureal; aka Stormy Weather. She had power over the weather, bending it to her will was easy for her.

Alix Kubdel, Timebreaker. She could turn back the clock, by stealing a persons' life force.

Alya Cesaire, Lady Wifi. The world was her phone, she could pause time, rewind it, send a global video or fast forward.

Nathaneal Kurtzburg; The Evillistrator. He could draw things out of thin air, though only one thing at a time.

Kim, Dark Cupid. Exceptional at archery, could make anyone hate another person, and control them.

Mylene, The Horrificator, she grew more powerful the more her victim feared her.

Rose Lallivant was Princess Fragrance. Her perfume could make a person fall under her control.

Ivan Bruel, Stoneheart. He was practically the muscle for the group.

Juleka, was Reflekta. With one touch, she made anyone look just like her.

Chloe Bourgeouis, Anti-Bug. The emblem of bad luck, similar to Ladybug but weaker, with opposite powers.

Lila Rossi, Volpina. She conjured powerful illusions.

Together, they were extremely powerful. Not powerful enough for Hawkmoth's liking, though.

Ladybug pushed open the door to the observatory of the house, where Hawkmoth usually spent his time.

"Ah, there you are." He smiled creepily, looking out the circular window opposite him.

"You summoned me?" She asked coolly, inclining her head slightly.

"Indeed I did. It seems to me that the police are opening a case on us."

"How so?"

"They have assigned a highly successful officer named Adrien Agreste to the case." He stated, eyes never once leaving the window.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"Nothing as of yet, just be extra cautious." Hawkmoth warned.

"Of course." She bowed and left the room.

Anti-Bug put a hand on her shoulder. "How'd it go?"

"We need to be more careful."

Anti-Bug had been expecting this for a long time, the police were always on their backs. Ladybug was like a sister to her. While they argued, and generally hated each other, it was their way of showing each other they cared.

"What? Did your clumsiness get us caught?" She snapped, glaring.

"No, it was your terrible assassination of that old man last week." The blue-haired girl growled.

Lady Wifi ran down the hall and stepped between them.

"Back off." She told Chloe, raising her hand, preparing to pause her.

A/N; Okay, so. Adrien and Ladybug have never met, I just want to clear that up. Please let me know if I should continue this! I would love to get some reviews! I enjoyed writing this way too much ;-; The akumas have also never been to school, Hawkmoth taught them at the mansion. PLEASE REVIEW!

LT xx