I looked up, meeting his gaze with a cool, almost composed expression. He was standing there, so confident, so sure of himself. But it didn't matter. Not anymore. Not to me.
In my mind, I could already see the pieces of my plan falling into place. I had to manipulate this. I had to let them see what they wanted to see. I had to act as though everything I had done, every moment of chaos, was just an accident.
"Cat Noir," I began slowly, my voice carrying an eerie calmness, "It's already done, don't try to stop me."
He took a step forward, his eyes flashing with determination. "You can't keep doing this, Luka. You've taken their voices. I won't sit back and watch you hurt the people you care about."
But his words didn't land the way I thought they would. There was no anger in his voice. No burning need for vengeance. It was something else. Concern? Sympathy? Maybe even a trace of doubt.
Even though it suprised me and I intentially showed it too him I can't back out to soon or else i'd be suspicous.
He continued trying to persuased me to get rid of this power.
I could feel the shift in his energy—the hesitation, the uncertainty. He wanted to help, but there was a part of him that was still on edge. I had seen it in his eyes.
I clenched my head "Ahh get out of my head" I groaned aggressively, using my secret technique 'cliche trope'
With a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing all my energy on the act I needed to pull off.
It was time to break free.
I pressed the button on my mask, my hand shaking only slightly. The silence that had gripped the world around me seemed to falter, crack like glass. In a heartbeat, the air changed. The unnatural stillness began to melt away, and I could feel something more powerful rising in its place—something real, something... me.
When I opened my eyes, Cat Noir was still standing there, watching me. His posture was tense, his eyes narrowed, but I could see the faintest trace of confusion flickering there. He wasn't sure what to believe.
"Luka, I get it. I know what it feels like to be angry, to feel like the world's out to get you. But this... this isn't the way. This silence you've created? It's not going to help you. It won't make the pain go away. It'll just make things worse."
Playing along I clenched my fists, looking as though I was fighting the pull of his words.
"You're better than this, Luka," he went on, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "You don't have to let the akuma take over. You're strong. You've always been strong. You don't need a mask to show who you really are."
For the first time since Cat Noir saw me, he felt a flicker of something different—something real, something human within me.
"You don't have to be the Silencer," Cat Noir said, stepping even closer, his voice gentle but firm. "Just let go of the akuma. You can still stop this. You're not alone in this fight. We can help you. But you've got to want it."
The silence around us seemed to pause.
With a shaky breath, I closed my eyes and focused. I needed to break free. I pressed the button on my mask, showing clear signs of resistance within me.
The power that had wrapped around my soul loosened, faltering.
The silence cracked.
The air around me began to shift, and the unnatural stillness faded, replaced by a weightless sense of relief. I felt more... me.
When I opened my eyes, Cat Noir was still standing there, watching me. His posture was tense, his eyes narrowed, but I could see the faintest trace of confusion flickering there. He wasn't sure what to believe.
But I wasn't the Silencer anymore.
I quickly "collapsed" to the ground making sure the phone in my hand didn't fall out, and just before I "Passed out" I replyed to Cat Noir.
"Thank you" I said as my eyes slowly shut.
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After a while of lying down cat noir gone and the ambulance on their way I quickly retreated from the situation with a knowing smile spreading across my face
"my plans gone perfectly, all that's left is to wait till it's perfectly constructed before I acted"...
I slowlly began to walk off into the distance acting as though I was the normal luka, a calm face etching my face "Now, preparation are in order".
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The next school morning abruptly came by, I walked into the classroom, standing in the middle of class ready to breeze by the day until I got back home.
Until I noticed Alya, Marinette and Adriene all notice my entrance into the classroom. Of course others did as well, but they seemed to have a goal behind their stares, and whatever they where could be accommodating to me.
As I causiousy walked to my seat I notice Alya and Marinette get up heading to my direction.
Great. This is it. The moment of reckoning. I thought to myself. They're probably going to give me the"We need to talk line" and trap me in.
seeing as this was now unavoidable I formed a simple greeting to potentially slide by them without them noticing, but unfortunately fortune favored the bold today.
"Hey, wait!" Marinette slightly shouted "We need to talk".
Just perfect' I thought, almost saying it out loud
As they approached I noticed Alya, she seemed slightly fidgety and wouldn't look me in the eye even though there the ones who called to me. It was as clear as day in my head, Alya had snitched on me to her new best friend, who already knew about the situation,
Marinette likely convinced her in some way even if it wasn't directly asking. I sighed the problem now directly in front of me.
"Luka, we need to about 'the forcast' with you from a couple weeks ago" She said in a sightly urgent tone.
Knowing marinette and ladybug, she likely just wanted to figure out why I was helping the heroes out.