"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KIDNAPPED ME TO FIGHT WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA AGAINST IRON MAN? NO WAY."
In which Alison Marnell deals with the casual life of a superhero while also trying to balance homework, tests, and the regular plights of high school...
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"In about an hour, I've gone from the injured one to the one who saves everybody. Just peachy."
1115 Fitz Building, Queens, New York, October 2016-
DAYS UNTIL HOMECOMING: 6
Alison's hands were shaking, her heart racing. For the past hour, Alison had been frozen in place, the events that had just happened still swirling around in her mind like a snowstorm. Absinthe? Bringer of Death, and Alison's demise? She knew that she should probably tell someone, call anyone.
But she didn't. Alison was scared, and that was a severe understatement. Would Luciana- no, Absinthe, find out if she told anyone? At this point, so may questions were racing around Alison's head that she couldn't make sense of them all.
Then again, who could make sense of something like this? It wasn't everyday that a person stormed into your home, knocked out your guardian with a frying pan, yes, a freakin frying pan, and then used some magic voodoo to drop your only intermediate family left and your superhero partner into a coma-like sleep.
Alison decided to get up from her bed, throwing the sheets that were almost drowning her off of the area in which she was sitting. Gingerly throwing her feet over to the side of the bed, Alison saw Peter, still knocked out in front of her.
At least she knew where he was, even if he was unconscious. That was a start, a small one at least. Now to the next part of her "rescue mission", getting herself out of this bedroom. Standing up with the most care a person can take when getting up, Alison began to take slow baby steps towards the door.
So far so good. Maybe getting attacked by a crazy woman and the daughter of a man named Thanos did wonders to your spine. Alison made it out to the hallway, still seeing no sign of Absinthe, and no sign of anyone awake.
Alison was alone, and unlike every other times she had spent in the apartment solo, she did not enjoy it. Being attacked in your own apartment left some creepy memories, and some weird thoughts that would never be settled.
Walking through the hallway, Alison found the kitchen and living area an even bigger mess than she thought it would be. The "gift basket" Luciana had brought was shattered all over the main entrance floor, glass apparent from the jam jars and their contents spread all over the hardwood floor. The wine bottle was surprisingly in tact, still on the counter where Luciana had left it.
Of course, Alison had her suspicions about what was inside of that bottle. Poison? A drug to knock people out? Crinkling her nose in disgust, Alison took the bottle off of the counter, and threw the bottle into the trash.
