Please excuse my horrible writing - i'm new at this :P
Chapter 2: WELCOME TO ITALY
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" It was rare to see both their parents this angry at them. Apparently they had faked their deaths before, but by now the mafia were scrounging for illusionists, and now they would have been able to find the whole family.
"We're sorry ,"they muttered in unison.
"Sorry doesn't cut it! Pack your bags. We're leaving." Growled his father.
"Where are we going?" Francesca asked while yawning (she really did need to sleep more instead of plotting ideas to annoy Fran). She really did like France...
"I don't know. We're leaving in five minutes." Her mother replied coldly. After all their efforts, why did something like this have to happen?
That was how, twenty minutes later they found themselves at the French airport on their way to Italy. The plan was to basically find Marmon, who would give them protection in exchange for money. Matthew and Natalie were certain that their teacher could help them. It was their last option after all. They each had a few possessions, memories, things like that.
Francesca noticed that both their parents kept looking over their shoulders all the way through the baggage area – and didn't stop until they were on the plane. 10 minutes after liftoff, she became bored. Too bored.
"Are we there yet?" she whined.
"No." Fran replied in a bored tone. Twenty seconds later, she asked again.
"Are we there yet now?"
"No." This time her parents replied in unison earning a few stares from other passengers. Perhaps another minute passed.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we – "
"Will you shut up!" half the people in the plane groaned. Francesca could only smile to herself.
The flight ended up to be an hour and a half. During that time, Fran had eaten 17 packets of peanuts, 4 litres of coke and was about to eat another peanut when the captains voice came over.
"Bonjour passengers! We will be landing in 5 minuted. Please fasten your seat belts." Fran frowned. He didn't want to buckle his seatbelt. It was uncomfortable and seriously, he want to eat his peanuts in his unique position: Leaning on the tray that slid out from the seat in front of him as he flicked peanuts in his mouth. So instead, he whipped up an illusion. He saw his parents and sister frown slightly, but didn't stop him. Suddenly, the plane began shaking so violently he almost bit off his tongue. The people around him were screaming. The oxygen bag popped out on top of him.
"Passengers, we are receiving some turbulence, please remain calm!" Though the pilot sounded anything but. Suddenly the plane dropped and began to free fall.
"Oh shit..." he began to float in the air, and tumbled over 6 rows before the aeroplane righted itself where he landed head first (heavily) in an empty seat.
"We are sorry for the turbulence, please stay seated until the seatbelt sign has been turned off." The pilot sounded relieved. A few people were crying dramatically, but at least the screaming stopped.
Ahead of him, he saw Francesca's head pop up. "How'd you get there?" All Fran could do was shrug. He couldn't be more glad when they left the plane, though he did receive more than a few suspicious glances.
That's where the two caring parents made their worst mistake. In a busy airport, it's difficult for a group of four to stay together. Especially if you had two resilient children.
"I want some ice cream..."Francesca muttered.
"Mom, and dad are busy, can't it wait?" Fran said trying to fight back a yawn. Plane trips were so tiring...
"Na... I'll be right back." Being the brilliant brother he was, he allowed himself to be dragged along while carrying both their backpacks. As for their parents, being concerned about their current situation, they assumed that their children were still following them and disappeared among the crowds.
Apparently ice cream wasn't being sold in the baggage area. So instead, Fran found himself with Francesca surrounded by random crowds. Left, right, forwards, backwards. Nothing. They couldn't find their parents, were lost in a foreign airport, didn't have their passports and apparently were wanted by the Mafia. Not good. Francesca hated to admit it but it was (just a little bit) her fault.
2 hours later they finally found their parents...dead. As police zoned the area off, both children had one last look at their mother and father. Apparently they just...died. No blood, no broken bones, no fingerprints. It was suspected as a heart attack but Fran knew that both his parents were perfectly healthy. The policemen looked suspiciously at them.
"Do you know these two people?" they were asked. Two parentless twelve year olds staring at a dead couple. Yea right that wasn't suspicious.
"No..."they muttered. "We're just stretching our legs... out parents are waiting a gate 24." he lied as they hastily walked away.
Mafia. That was the only option. What are going to do? Francesca practically hissed in his mind. Fran turned around and began to walk away. Oi, those are our parents! So what if we never liked them, at least give them a proper funeral! Fran stopped and looked at her. "Our mission right now is to find Marmon. Not to grieve for them." And with that, he walked away.
Once Francesca snapped out of her shock, she grudgingly followed him. It's not being weak she reminded herself. You're just following him so you can make sure he doesn't hurt himself. She frowned. She couldn't even convince herself that she wasn't scared.
As they arrived in immigration, they noticed several guards walking angrily toward them. "I got this" Francesca heard her brother mutter quietly. Snap. The guards changed direction, and began pointing fingers at a man who was waiting in a different line.
"What are you doing? Hey!" he yelled as the guards began to drag him away. "That may have been over doing it Fran."
"Would you rather that have been us?" he yelled defensively back.
As they progressed through the line, they tried to look inconspicuous. Fran pulled up his hood. Francesca put on a cap with an 'Italy, sleep with the fishes' slogan. When they managed to make it to the front of the line, the immigrations officer looked at them suspiciously.
"Where are your parents?" he questioned in French with a heavy Italian accent after he looked at their fake passports. Fran sweat dropped. He honestly didn't think they would make it that far...But Francesca took control.
"Were flying solo sir." She stated in fluent Italian, while handing over her deck of playing cards. Well that was what Fran saw. The officer straightened up and looked at the box of cards.
"Of course! I'm sorry, forgive me! You should wear the badge though. Here." The man grabbed two cards out of the deck and stamped them. "Enjoy your stay!" he said happily. Fran only raised an eyebrow.
As they took a step outside the airport, Fran sucked in the fresh air. They finally made it. Italy.
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