I'm so sorry I know I haven't updated in over a month, but here it is at last chapter 12, please enjoy, reviews are very much appreciated!
"The problem with people who say monsters don't really exist is that they're almost never saying it to the monsters." —Alice Healy"
― Seanan McGuire, Discount Armageddon
Chapter 12: Magical, Just Magical.
(Alison)
The next day Hayden and I were having breakfast when Eve came out of her room.
"Well good morning Eve, how'd you sleep?" Hayden asked putting her spoonful of mini wheat's down.
"Fine, you guys?" Eve said going through the fridge and pulled out an orange.
"I slept fine, considering the fact that Alison here had a gun hidden under my bedside table." Hayden said rubbing her face with her hands, "What about you Alison?"
"I didn't." I said finishing the last bite of my toaster strudel.
"You didn't sleep well last night?"
"I didn't sleep at all." I said leaning my head on my hand.
"Why?" Hayden asked then slurped the rest of her milk.
"What do you mean?" I asked looking over at Hayden and she gave me a look.
"Why do I feel like I'm missing something?" Eve asked sitting down in the bar stool across from me and Hayden.
"Alison here," Hayden said motioning to me, "Sometimes can't sleep, and when she does, she sometimes- well I guess you'll find out." It hadn't taken Hayden long when living in our apartment to figure out about my sleeping problems. She didn't know the whole story, but she knew about that part.
"So what did you do all night?"
"Cleaned the guns, the apartment, then I went to the gym for a few hours, came back took a shower then cleaned the apartment a little more."
"How was your little excursion yesterday, you never told me." Hayden asked putting her bowl in the dish washer.
"Uh I forgot." I said putting my head down on the counter.
"That bad, you get your day in the sunshine and it was a bust," Hayden snorted, "So what made it so bad?"
"Let's just say a disgruntled ex-"
"What! You said you never had a boyfriend before!" Hayden yelled interrupting the last word of my sentence.
"If you let me finish," I said eyeing Hayden, and then I set my boy-friendlessness record straight, "An ex-mark."
"Oh," Hayden said making an "O" shape with her mouth, "Sorry 'bout that."
"Yeah well he turned out to not be a murder and such, but rather a CIA agent."
"Wow, that's," Hayden said stumbling over the words she probably hoped were appropriate.
"Yeah," I said putting my plate in the dish washer, "He caught up with Clint and me at a McDonalds."
"How? I mean you've been off the grid for a couple weeks now, so how did he find you?"
"Who knows, I used an old credit card, he could've been tracking it."
"What did he want?"
"Nothing really," I lied; I was meeting with Clint, Coulson and Fury to go over yesterday in a couple of hours. I was regretting the whole thing; I hadn't even started to prep for the agents' exam, Hell I had only been here for little over 2 weeks and I still had 11 weeks left before I could even try and pass the exam.
"I have to go to a meeting in a while, will you guys be okay?" I asked looking at Hayden and Eve.
"Yes, we can do something fun and get to know each other!" Hayden said turning to Eve who looked like she wish she could turn invisible.
"I think I have some more unpacking to do." Eve said turning.
"Oh I'll help you!" Hayden said not getting the hint. I grabbed a couple power bars from one of the cabinets when I heard the front door open and close.
"Hey, anyone home?" Clint said walking into the apartment.
"Yeah I'm in here." I said turning towards him.
"You ready, Coulson and Fury are waiting for us." Clint said stealing one of my power bars.
"Yeah, I guess we shouldn't keep them waiting."
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(Fury)
I was going over so notes with Coulson when Dalton and Barton finally arrived.
"Please be seated," I said then flipped a switch on the tape recorder, "This is a meeting between Director Fury, Agents Coulson and Barton, and trainee Dalton. The time is 7:26 a.m." I said nodding over to Coulson who took it from there. They went over the events of the day before step by step, going over every little detail. It seemed the farther we went on the less Alison would lift her head, after a while she just stopped raising it all together. It wasn't till about an hour and a haft later that we finally got to what happened in the CIA interrogation rooms.
"So you're telling me, that you told almost everything while in an interrogation room with CIA Agent Easton," Coulson said setting his coffee down in front of him. He had a look on his face that said it all. He was mad, and then again so was I. But I think most of it was more out of disappointment.
"He only wanted to know what happened that night, so I told him, I mean, I did try to kill him and then left him for dead in a bathroom, I felt like I owed him at least an explanation." Alison said still keeping her head down.
"And what were you doing when all of this was going on?" Coulson directed over to Barton.
"I was being interrogated by some other agents, in which, I said nothing."
"Well at least I can trust that." Coulson said which cause Alison to look up with a look that could kill.
"Well why-" Alison said cutting herself off.
"What was that?" I asked breaking my silence, Alison looked at me, the look of angry completely gone, and all I saw was calmness.
"What happened to the body?" She asked simply, not breaking our stare or even blinking.
"And which body would you be referring too?" Coulson asked clearing his throat.
"I don't really know his name, it's not like I've really been told much of what happened after I left that room."
"The hit man, you want to know what happened to his body, why?" Coulson asked, and Alison turned her head and looked at Coulson, she looked tired, with dark circle under her eyes.
"Because you grabbed the body, but apparently left that guy in bathroom," Alison said starting to lose her temper, "Just tell me what you did with the body?"
"We disposed of it."
"So it's like he never existed, do you know who sent him?" Alison said calming down.
"Yes, but we have that all handled, the only thing you need to worry about right now is moving on." Coulson said clearing everything up, "That seems to be all, you can leave now." We stopped the recording and Coulson turned to me.
"What have we gotten into with her?" I said crossing my arms across my chest.
"Hopefully it'll all be worthwhile."
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Hayden
Eve was seriously freaking me out. She seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I swear I'd see her go into her room and then a minute later she would be in the kitchen. I thought it stopped. I sat down on the couch with a glass of sweet ice tea and a magazine. I was about haft way through it when I saw it had a little test about what type of girl I was.
"Social Valley Girl." I said sort of pleased taking a sip of my tea.
"Hmm I'm a Tom Boy myself." Eve said from behind me. I freaked. Both my magazine and ice tea got sent throw the air in different direction.
"What on Earth!" I yelled and turned.
"What?" Eve asked innocently.
"Where do you come from!?" I asked slightly worried now for my own well-being.
"I'm just good at what I do, and if you paid attention more you might not get freaked all the time." Eve said looking a little hurt.
"Sorry, I'm kind of absent minded," I said apologizing, "Hey maybe you could hang out with Alison and me tonight, we would love if you joined us."
"Maybe-" Eve started, but was cut off by whoever just slammed the door in the apartment, they didn't come in, and it was probably Alison.
"Um, hey Alison." I called out, "Please don't slam the door, like ever, ever, again." There was no response, which kind of worried me. I looked towards Eve.
"Alison!" I called out again. No response, I turned towards Eve who shared my look of worry. She motioned to go to the door, but I shook my head "no". I looked around the room.
"Where are the guns?" I whispered to Eve. She looked around the room then pointed to the coffee table. I reached underneath and felt something and pulled out a gun. I tried to hand it to Eve, but she motioned for me to keep it. I don't know much about guns, either then what Alison told me. And she only told me about them while we were cleaning them, which wasn't long, especially since I stayed for only an hour after I gave her the one that was under my bedside table. I gripped the gun with my finger not even touching the trigger, like how Alison showed me. I walked towards the long hallway where the front door was. The light was off, but even in the afternoon I could just barely make out the figure that was crouched on the ground.
"Alison, are you okay!" I yelled the gun still in my hand, I heard Eve rushing towards me. Alison looked up, she looked really tired.
"Ha," Alison gave a tired laugh, "Look whose into in home protect now." Alison gave another tired laugh, and then reached up to me.
"Oh here I'll help you."
"No give me the gun before you shoot me or someone else." Alison said grabbing the gun from me.
"Are you okay?" I asked helping her up.
"I'm so tired and feel like crap," Alison said slowly walking, "I'm going to go to bed, see you guys later." Alison said making her way to her room.
"Well I guess it was just a false alarm," I said walking back over to the couch, "You still up for a hanging out?" I asked looking over at Eve, but she wasn't there.
"How does she do that?" I asked my hands in the air.
"She's magical!" Alison yelled from her room. Magical, just magical.
