Prison

It has been a rough day, to say the least.

This morning, I woke up late from yet another nightmare, so I got a tardy slip, which I'd been doing better about.

And once I got out of that class Chloe was all over me, wondering where I'd been and such.

I've been thinking about telling her she has to lay off me, but she would ask more questions than Alya about why.

Then the usual trio were asking the same thing, which I minded less, but I didn't want to start telling them all about these crazy dreams I've been having.

Especially since they mostly involve Cat Noir, not Adrien.

Plus I kept getting weirder than normal vibes from Lila, like she had some big secret that she was hanging over our heads, yet also wanted us to know.

And since I was tired from waking up multiple times from nightmares, I wasn't paying much attention in class, and missed some questions. 

So by the time the day was over, I decided I should talk to Master Fu and see if he knows anything I could do about the nightmares.

I walk to his place and once he lets me in and we get sat down, he asks why I've come over.

"Well, I was hoping you might could help me with a problem I've been having."

"What sort of problem?"

"I've been getting these awful nightmares recently. I mean, it's not like I haven't had similar ones before, but not as often or as vivid."

He seems to turn paler, before asking, "What kind of nightmares?"

"Um, they mostly revolve around my father escaping prison, and doing something horrible to y/n, sometimes others, but mostly her."

"Oh dear." He says, getting up and going to his tablet.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I get up to follow him.

He's making me worried that this is more serious than a few bad dreams.

After flipping through a few images, he stops on one with a picture of a previous Cat Noir, who is asleep.

There's an illustration of what I assume to be his dreams, which is showing a city burning down. 

"It has been known that previous holders of your ring were able to receive bad dreams, of future bad happenings, as Plagg is the kwami of bad luck. That very well could be what you're experiencing."

I wonder if I look as scared as I feel.

"Yo-you mean that he really be escaping prison? And that he's gonna hurt y/n?!"

"It's highly possible."

"Well what can I do to stop it?! Have police monitoring him 24/7!? And if he does get out, which he better not, stay with y/n somewhere hidden until he's captured?!"

"I'm not sure what precautions should be taken. But it would probably be a good idea to visit the prison where he's being held."

"Ok. Should I do it as Cat Noir?"

"Yes, and mention the foretellings of bad times."

"I will."

After discussing all this, I run out the door and hide to transform.

When Plagg emerges from my bag, where he must've been sleeping, I ask why he hasn't mentioned any of this.

"I don't know, the dreams always mean something else than what they show. It was never the same, so I figured this was no different!"

"Still, you could've told me about the past of it."

"Ok, ok."

Sighing, I transform and head to the prison.

Hopefully I won't happen upon my father out for his daily exercise or whatever while I'm there.

After getting everything sorted out where I'm allowed in, I'm escorted to the warden.

"Ah, Cat Noir. What brings you here?" She asks.

"I'm here to issue a warning. Something bad could be coming." I respond, trying to sound professional.

"Is that so? What kind of bad thing?"

"You see, as my miraculous is a symbol of misfortune, sometimes the holders are given dreams of bad events that are to come. And I've been getting many nightmares about the escape of Hawkmoth."

"Uh-huh. So you're worried that Gabriel Agreste, who is under high surveillance, will be able to break out?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well don't you worry about that. He's closely monitored at all times, as well as Nathalie Sancoeur."

"That's good, but I just think it couldn't hurt to watch more closely." I plead.

He get out.

I know he doesn't have any miraculous, but that doesn't mean he couldn't still cause damage.

Such as getting to y/n.

Or anybody else, for that matter.

He's crazy, there's no telling what he might would do.

"I appreciate the warning, but really. There's no way he could escape. He's being watched like a, well, like a hawk!" The warden says, clearly not believing my dreams mean anything.

I don't know the validity of them either, but I don't want to take any chances.

Not if anything even remotely similar to what's happening in them could actually take place.

"Could you at least make sure he knows? And that he shouldn't try anything, because he would be caught immediately?"

"Of course. We could even cut out his visitation rights if you'd like. At least until your dreams stop trying to predict the future." She says, sounding a bit condescending in the last part.

Though something she said startles me.

Visitation rights?

Who in their right might would be coming to see him?

"Excuse me, but I noticed you mentioned visitations. Who exactly is wanting to meet with him?!"

I know it's not me, as I have nothing to say to him.

Not now, anyway.

And I don't know of anybody else who would want to.

Except maybe Nathalie, but she's already here with him.

Maybe Aunt Amelie? Trying to find out something about mom?

"It's a young lady, she comes in every few days. Has been since he was admitted."

Wait a minute.

What if it is her?

Could Aunt Amelie be going down the same path as he did?

Is she trying to be able to find the miraculouses to make a wish too?

I have to find out.

"Um, would I be allowed to know who it is?"

"I don't know, we usually don't just spread around that information. And their conversations are monitored as well, there's nothing incriminating going on. She usually gives him updates about how his son is doing, since he doesn't come in."

That would be something Aunt Amelie could do.

"Could you at least tell me if they mention searching for miraculouses?"

"If they do, they're speaking in code."

"Ok. And you're sure you can't tell me?"

"Sorry Cat Noir. Rules are rules."

"Fine. Thanks anyway, you've been very helpful."

"My pleasure."

As I make my way out, I catch a glimpse of that unmistakable pointed hair.

I hear myself gasp, and flatten to the wall of the hallway I'm going through.

It runs through the prisoners yard, all the way to the main gate.

Most of the wall is concrete, with barbed wire rolls at the top. But there's a few places with doors that have windows in them.

And through one, I can see him.

My father, wearing an orange jumpsuit I know he detests.

I hope he hasn't spotted me as well.

But as I peer through the window again, I know he does.

Because he's staring directly at me.

His face morphs into a look of anger and confusion.

Angry to see me, of course.

And also confused as to what I'm doing here.

I'm sure he thinks I'm there to make his punishment worse.

Too bad for him, that's exactly right.