Chat Noir's Perspective

"NO! MY LADY!" I scream at Ladybug, distracting her from the akuma for a split second. But she did not notice the one thing I was trying to warn her from. The victim, Program, had dropped the item it held, tricking Ladybug to go after it.

The trap was sprung, and my partner was dangling from the victim's trap that would give her what I think would be amnesia. I felt red-hot anger serge from somewhere inside me, propelling me forward and forcing me to use cataclysm on the item. Somehow, the item evaporated and a white butterfly flew away on its own. Only later would I find out that Hawkmoth himself had recalled the akuma. My reflexes gave away for a split second and my hand had not stopped moving.

As my hand gently brushed My Lady's shoulder, my blood ran cold. I slid into a sitting position and caught her, praying that it wasn't true. Then, Ladybug's costume disintegrated, showing not only her clothes but her identity.

"Marinette?"

Alya's Perspective

In that moment, everything on this planet turned gray. I screamed and screamed, writhing to get out of Nino's arms. This was impossible. Mari could not be Ladybug. It was impossible.

When I finally got out of Nino's arms, i bolted to my best friend. I put my head on her chest, hope bubbling up when i heard it.

"She has a heartbeat. Someone call an ambulance!" I yelled to my classmates. Then, in a small voice, I heard Chat say something.

"It's all my fault.I couldn't protect her."

As i looked over, i saw his expression. It was most likely the most hurt face in the world. It got even worse as he detransformed. Sitting before me, was Adrien Agreste, the love of Mari's life. The little cinnamon roll himself. That is when the ambulance arrived.

Chloe's Perspective

Impossible. Marinette, the girl who hated my guts, was Ladybug? Marinette, who always had a witty comeback, was also the superhero who saved my life every time a victim targeted me? It was impossible.

And Adrien? The boy whose mother told me to take care of him, just months before disappearing? The single male person I looked up to who was my age? My very own playmate since diapers? Not possible, in fact it was utterly ridiculous to think so.

As the paramedics rolled Mari into the ambulance, a few of us were chosen to go with her so they could get information. Alya, Adrien, Nino, and i were put into the vehicle. When the doors closed and left us in silence, a small red mouse flew out of Mari's bag and into Adrien's view. I almost passed out as it spoke.

"Adrien, i am Tikki, Marinette's kwami. You need to take her earrings so they don't fall into the wrong hands at the hospital." She said in a high voice, floating in front of him. Another mouse-thing, this one black, flew next to her and, in a deeper voice, urged Adrien to do so. Adrien took off Mari's earrings like he was told but put them in his pocket in a daze. That, is when we all started to anxiously hope for Marinette's safety. Little did we know the adventures we would have to face when our friend would wake.