Yup. I'm really broken. ALSO, I was writing this before Zombizou, so please don't kill me!

No one heard from Marinette Dupain-Cheng or Luka Couffaine at Collège Nouvelle Aube ever again. With careful planning and very convincing stories, both their parents transferred them to Collège Françoise Dupont, per request that it was as far away from their "awful, child abusing school" as possible. Luka's mother had no problem moving the houseboat to a better location for Luka to have better travel access to his new school. And Marinette's parents decided to move their home above their new bakery location. So everything worked perfectly on that end.

At their new school, Marinette and Luka were practically idolized as the best couple, always giving each other fleeting, passionate glances in the hall and playing footsie under the lunch tables. Passersby swooned over the two when they sat at a window seat in cafés, sharing a smoothie. But no one knew the darkness that lay beneath the cuddles and professions of love. Having attention in a positive light made things easier nonetheless. Yet the list of "The Corrupted" only grew as time went on.

Day by day, victims were found on the streets, in back alleys, strewn about in graveyards. They were mostly criminals and people who had hidden their misdeeds from society. But some…some had no reason to die; at least to the police, there wasn't. The body count in Paris only grew as the days went on. On lucky days, no corpses would be found as police scavenged the streets at the brink of dawn, a necessity that was instilled due to the growing numbers of people found dead. Most were found with a note beside them, explaining the death was a suicide. There were those rare times no note was left, but not a single trace of evidence that could lead to a killer was found.

One of the most notable victims was one Chloe Bourgeois. She was yet another queen bee of high school, fully believing herself to be only the best and only have the best. Her father was the mayor of Paris, which gave more influence to her whim. Chloe was a toughest not to crack than the last queen bee that dealt with. But the last one didn't have a daddy with a glorified symbol of power on his person or a principal who was too scared of her to, at the very least, give her an hour of detention.

When Chloe's body was found, she was hanging from a rope made of the most expensive silk money could buy. Said silk came from her own bedroom. Laying on her bed was a note, explaining this was an act of suicide. But the mayor refused to believe his daughter would do something so drastic, that there was no way she could ever take drastic measures. But no evidence was found to suggest a murder.

Marinette and Luka (mostly Luka), were more careful than the previous killings back at Collège Nouvelle Aube. However, her teal-haired beau wanted to test boundaries, repeating a similar method to the first murder. Well, a blonde popular girl suffered a flawless death the first time. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. The day before, Luka had brought in a little bag of cookies to the mayor's hotel and snuck them into the kitchen, onto the tray Chloe's meal was to be served. What no one knew was the cookies were laced with a poison which, if you had enough, was fatal. Marinette baked them, so they were nothing less than delicious. Luka would know. He got to try one that wasn't made with poison mixed in the batter. Chloe ended up eating the whole bag and effectively choking to death. The murderous duo made their way up through Chloe's room through the fire escape and began their plan to fake the heiress's suicide. They strung her up with the silk. Marinette, with shaking hands, managed to forge a suicide note with references of Chloe's handwriting to go off of. They disposed of the cookie back as well, so no lab could ever trace poison to the scene.

When Luka brought Marinette back to the new apartment he recently bought, he kissed her breathless as he backed her against the wall. The original rush he felt after killing a queen bee had crashed back down on him. The passion he held when they first started dating flooded into her and she practically jumped it. The feelings deep in her soul both frightened and excited her. She wanted this to last. She wanted to have more. She considered killing again just to keep this spark between them alive.

The second most notable victim was Gabriel Agreste, father of Adrien Agreste, who happened to be one of Marinette's classmates. She had heard of his plight with his father's strictness. Luka wasn't super happy to see Marinette to be talking to other boys, but he always reeled himself in by reminding himself that she was often doing it for information, and the fact that she always ended up in his bed, not theirs. When Luka asked Marinette to repeat the conversations she had with Adrien, he had found the next scumbag on his list.

At one point, Marinette saw Gabriel Agreste as her role model and her very inspiration. But after plucking all the details from his own offspring, she had nothing but distain for him. So when Luka suggested they finally go through with the bomb plan he initially planned for Collège Nouvelle Aube, the pigtailed girl agreed, albeit with some hesitation. She still wasn't completely on board with the psychotic tendencies of her lover, but he showered her with admiration and love. That was all she ever wanted. And if killing people meant staying with him, then she'd drive herself into insanity.

The bombing was much less complicated this time around. Powerful explosives were planted around the perimeter of the building and a whole pack of them at the very center. Luka planted a few objects in the building before he pressed the detonator to make his death look intentional on Gabriel's end. But simply doing that wasn't enough. The teal-haired guitarist asked Marinette to play lookout while he took care of some business inside. She obeyed but was shocked nonetheless when he walked out a couple hours later, whistling and carrying his jacket (which was covered in blood) on his arm.

Adrien was in fencing practice when the mansion was lit ablaze, allowing everyone within a five-mile radius to see the fireworks in all their glory. He may have disliked how his father neglected him most of the time, but he was still devasted to hear the news. After Gabriel Agreste's "suicide," Luka seemed to mellow out just a little. Well, in his psychotic tendencies anyway. Marinette guessed it had something to do with his own father, and her boyfriend may have projected something onto Gabriel for a fleeting moment.

That night, Luka bought a big bag of marshmallows from the convenience store and even some skewers they could stick them on. He turned on the little fireplace that had been built in for whatever reason the building complex found necessary and they made s'mores together. However, when Luka threw something into the fire to help the flames, Marinette was almost ready to vomit. Burning in the flames was a human hand cut midway to the elbow. How Luka had transported it from the kill site, the pigtailed girl didn't want to know. She curled up closer to Luka, who took it as an act of cuddling, when she was just trying to find some comfort to bring down the ghastly feeling of becoming numb to the spectacle and the guilt that festered for liking the sight.

Marinette stared blankly at the television as the newscaster garbled on about the two new bodies, two young men, found in a dumpster and the suicide note clutched in one of their hands. Human garbage surrounded by literal garbage. She pulled the blanket closer to her body as a shiver ran down her spine. She hated that she was starting to like this. But she was drowned in this sea of evil the moment she ran out of her closet and back into his arms that night.

The front door was pushed open as a loud "Honey, I'm home!" reverberated off the walls of their tiny apartment.

The pigtailed girl turned her head toward the door with a small smile. "Welcome home, sweetie. Dinner should be ready any minute."

Luka kicked the door shut behind him and locked it before pouncing on the couch next to Marinette. "You're always so good to me." He grabbed her chin and tilted her head upward as he pulled her in for a searing kiss. She kissed him back with equal pressure, pulling him close by locking her arms around his neck. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and she shivered. She knew he only showed this gentle side with her. It was a genuine tenderness, unlike the kind he faked when approaching people, since being a loner didn't work out so well the first time around. It would've been suspicious if he suddenly isolated himself after begging to go to a new city. Might as well look like he was enjoying the new lifestyle.

She petted his head while he laid little kisses on her cheeks and neck as she conversed (albeit one-sided) with him. "So I did that research you asked of me and found some results you might find preferable." He hummed in response as she continued. "First up is Alexandre Moreau. Then there's Victor Perrin. And lastly, we have Raphael Fontaine." She whined softly as Luka gently bit her neck before looking into her bluebell eyes.

"I was thinking along the lines of Thomas Savatier," her beloved stated with his signature smirk. The one that said, 'I'm ready for someone to die.'

The young designer shot him a confused look in return. "Thomas Savatier? The second-best player on our school's basketball team?"

"Right you are, darling," Luka said as her laid a single deep kiss on her lips. "I heard some interesting news from him recently. Now, after at least a year with you, I'd like to think I know you better than the way he proposed you were."

"What are you talking about?" After blinking a couple times, Marinette suddenly smacked her forehead with a groan. "Ugh! No! Is this another case of—"

"Afraid so, babe," her beau replied, intentionally cutting off the names from being said as if they were toxic. "But I know you don't normally like to try a brand-new lollipop when it's handed to you, with no idea where's it's been. You're more of a one flavor in a candy store kind of girl~"

The pigtailed girl giggled softly and lightly punched his shoulder. "When you put it like that, it sounds more pervy than it really wasn't. And now I can't decide whether to kiss you or hit you."

Luka smirked and leaned in until their foreheads touched. "Considering you've done both to me—more specifically during your little rage sex fits—I'd say kisses please." He swooped down, stealing kiss after kiss. She smiled against his lips and tightened her arms around his neck. They sunk into the couch, clothes flying across the room and landing in bizarre places. Marinette, in that moment, remembered that by loving this psychotic young man, she was basically a dead girl walking, doomed to hell for all eternity. But she stopped care. She had the one she loved and loved her equally in return.

"Our love is god," he whispered before they connected and became one.

Heathers has been my favorite movie for a long time. I've seen it 12 times by now. Sorry about the death scenes. I'm not that great with gore or violence. So yeah. Hope you enjoyed this.