[3] Just A Mortal Girl | Avallone the Avenger [DISCONTINUED]

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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"Guys, before you freak out that I'm dead, let me just say that the suitcase was a trick just in case something bad had happened," I yelled as soon as I had reached the top floor, where they would most likely be.
My suitcase was still standing in the open elevator, exactly how I had sent it up.
But, it was quite, and the eeriness put me on edge, and I removed me shoes before silently making my way closer to the door that led to the main kitchen.
I pushed it open and jumped out of the way, expecting gunfire and shouting, and the usual commotion, but there was none. I used my telekinesis to search for active minds in the next room, but it drew a blank. There was in fact, no one in the tower at all. I was completely alone.
Striding into the adjacent room, I found it completely bare, stripped of every piece of furniture that had ever graced the room.
I gasp, letting the sound echo in the empty room.
"You're an idiot."
Laughing, I walked up to the screen with a smile. "Where are you guys?" I asked Tony, who seemed to be wearing something that looked like summer wear. It wasn't exactly the warmest time of the year, so it didn't make sense.
"We're in Australia. Yeah, we kind of forgot to tell you. And one other thing. Your private jet that is setting off for Sydney leaves in just over an hour. See you soon Avvy!"
The Skype message cut off before I could yell at him in protest, and it hit me suddenly. I was flying to Aussie in an hour, and I was no where near ready.
Screaming, I sprinted to my room, my suitcase in tow an emptied it out.
I packed the most summery things I had in my wardrobe, which was very few, surprisingly, and stuffed in some books and other necessities like toiletries. It only filled up a quarter of my suitcase, and I came to the decision that I could buy the rest of it in Australia.

I managed to arrive at the private Stark 'airport' ten minutes before I was due to leave, which was pretty good, considering I was barely given any notice.
The plane trip was boring at first, without having any of my friends there to dance to the music with me, but I soon found ways to expel the boredom.
Daydreaming of a better life, one where I could spend all my days by his side, writing songs that I knew would never see the light of day, where just two ways that I become less bored, and more excited.
I was going to Australia!
The land flowing with weird, but awesome accents, and kangaroos.

The private jet arrived, and I was disappointed to find that it was early morning, very early morning.
"Avallone!," I heard a voice say, and I turned to find Phil making his way towards me. I could see him because of all the lights around the airport.
I ran to meet him, and gave him a quick hug.
"Hey, how come you're in Aussie?"
He didn't reply, just pulled me towards the airport in silence. I hadn't even managed to collect my bags, and told him that.
"Don't worry about your bags, just come on."
By then, my curiosity was rising, and I began to check him for signs of fear, or anything negative, but he was impossible to read, and I mentally cursed myself for not being Sherlock Holmes.
As we entered the building, I saw my bags, which puzzled me even more, but I wasn't given time to ponder it, as I was escorted straight through the building and into a waiting car.
Phil didn't say a word in the car either, and I was beginning to feel the anger rising, as I wasn't the most patient person out there.
"Phil, what's going on?" I decided to ask, just in case he was feeling like he wanted to tell me.
Since he wasn't driving, he turned to me and glared at me, "it's Agent Coulson." He averted his gaze back to the window, and avoided eye contact and verbal communication for the rest of the car ride.
By then, I was quaking in my seat. Phil and I were not overly close, but we were on first name basis, not agent names. What if I did something wrong, and was in trouble? No, they wouldn't drag me out to Australia to tell me I was trouble.
But that was what they did with convicts and criminals. They shoved them into the country. What if that was going to happen to me?
Before I could begin to freak out entirely, I remembered something, and began to laugh. With a smile on my face, I focused my telepathic powers on Phil, expecting to be given answers, but his mind was utterly blank.
I groaned, and collapsed into the back of the seat. What a typical male thing to do.

As we came to a stop, I was escorted out of the car in total silence, and guided into a tall, fancy-looking hotel.
I swallowed nervously when a stranger approached me, and quietly asked me to follow her.
We walked into the elevator, and she pressed the button for the top floor, and remained silent as we were transported to the top.
I followed her into a room which she opened, and did as she instructed me, sitting down on the couch.
"I need you to remove your clothes, miss Clancy," she stated, like it was an every day occurrence.
Nervousness crept through my veins, and I began to feel myself sweating, but I did as I was told.

Shivering as I hopped from foot to foot, I watched the stranger open a large suitcase, and pull out a large white bag.
Oh great. I'm going to die naked, and be stuffed into that body bag.
"Close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you to," she commanded me, and I squeezed them shut.
This is it. This is the end.