Not There!
A.N. Ok this time I promise to continue writing this one. And I really do, after I put the first chapter up of LSATYD some shit happened that made me go off the storyline altogether. I might write more of it in the future when I've….calmed down. Um… well as you can tell this isn't one of my usual twilight FF's, I've decided to start an Alex Rider one. I'm kind of going on a bit but I don't care. This definitely isn't the most original story line but I enjoy reading it so… yeah I better get on with it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Alex Rider books or characters, they belong to Anthony Horowitz. I am also not making any profit from writing this Fan fiction.
Word count: 1,722
Chapter 1: Shit happens
Alex's 15th birthday was two weeks ago Jack had arranged a surprise party for him, he would have preferred a night in but he hadn't wanted to offend her by refusing, he let her have her fun.
MI6 hadn't been in touch since the incident in Kenya and the burns on his body were nearly healed. Unfortunately they were going t leave nasty scars…Oh well just a few more to add to his sizeable collection.
He had woken up early that morning (for obvious reasons) and still had a few hours before school started. He was sitting at the kitchen table, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee; letting himself warm up after a cold shower.
He sat in silence, listening to the ticking of the clock on the mantle and the murmuring of nature's early-wakers. He knew he couldn't call Tom like he wanted to; he had to tell him he was going to be there today. He should have told him last night but Jack had sent him straight to bed.
At that moment his watch alarm trilled shrilly wrenching him out of the depths of his mind. He must have been sitting there longer than he realised, it was 7:00 already and Jack should be waking up, he still had another hour before school but at least he wouldn't have to wait by himself.
He stood slowly straightening his clothes as he went, he could hear his housekeeper cursing to herself upstairs.
"Jack!" He called "Do you want coffee?"
After hearing the usual grunt, he poured some of his premade coffee into jacks mug (This one showing the supposedly humorous slogan of 'Hate me...I'm a morning person'.)
He made his way up the stairs, clutching the aforesaid mug in hand. A ruffled looking red-head snatched it and took a long draft.
"Ahhhhh," She moaned "so much better"
"So…Jack" Alex asked, smirking "Haven't you got a job interview today?"
"Shit!" she shrieked, scurrying back to her bedroom and slamming the door. Alex looked at his watch. 7:10. Jack had ten minutes to shower, dress and eat before leaving. Well that wasn't going to happen… maybe skip the eating part and she could round it down to 15 but either way she was going to be late!
Jack had told Alex last week about the job interview; a secretary to a businessman that neither of them had heard of. But it was well paid and as MI6 weren't going to give him any of the money Ian had left for him so they needed the cash.
Alex had started to wonder whether MI6 were ever going to give him the money. They said that they would give it to him at the age of 18 but they had sent him on so many seemingly impossible missions that it could have been one of Blunts insane plots to take over the Rider fortune.
He decided to ask Blunt the next time they called him in. He smiled to himself evilly.
"What's the scary grin for?" a presentable-ish looking Jack asked, coming into the kitchen.
"I'll tell you later" Alex said "right now I've got to bike to school" he headed out the kitchen.
"Bye!" he called slipping out the front door.
He grabbed his bike from the front lawn and started to cycle down the road, he had forgotten to tell Tom that he would be at school. Well he was in for a surprise!
Alex arrived at school 20 minutes early, he sat down at one of the picnic benches and took out his Maths textbook.
He had spent some of his time at home studying but he knew he would be way behind the rest of his class. He had managed to perfect his language skills though and he had attempted to learn Russian. It was quite a rough, crass language (A.N. no offense to the Russian language but it isn't exactly gentile is it?) but it felt right to be learning it.
After all Yassen had been Russian…
He stopped thinking right there, this was his 'normal' life he needed to get back into the routine of normality. He must still be in mission mode. He immersed himself in his textbook reading up on concrete and abstract nouns.
Even though he was concentrating, he still heard the quiet footsteps coming up behind him. He started to panic but he recognised the squeak of the trainers his attacker was wearing. He waited until the person was right behind him; before leaning back and whispering in his stalkers ear,
"Hey Tom" he grinned as he heard his best friends yelp of surprise.
"I don't get it Al how do you always get me?" he whined, stamping his foot like a toddler having a tantrum.
"You're not exactly quiet Tom" Alex said grinning at his friends antics.
Tom grinned back, but the smile quickly fell away turning into a frown. It was almost comic but his friend was now looking uncharacteristically serious.
"Where did they send you this time?"
"Well they didn't actually send me anywhere this time!" Alex answered
"I was taken…"he didn't finish, he wasn't sure if he was comfortable enough to speak about his experience in Kenya yet. He decided not. The image of snapping teeth flashed through his mind. Definitely not!
"Alex!" Tom shouting his name broke through his thoughts.
"W-what?" His said stumbling over the word.
"You zoned out," his friend replied "I was saying that we should get to class,"
Alex stood and walked with his friend to his form room.
He headed into the room and sat down in his usual place next to Tom. Nobody seemed to have noticed him and he liked it that way. His tutor, Mr Mason, entered and sat down at the cheap wooden desk at the front. His eyes swept the room passing over Alex completely.
Mr Mason called out the register; he came to Alex's name and passed on without even waiting for an answer to the called out 'Rider'.
He heard the clear 'yes sir' a few seconds later and looked up eyebrows raised,
"So your back then?"
"Obviously" Alex replied sarcastically
Mr Mason sighed at Alex's comment and asked,
"What was it this time?"
"Tonsillitis sir," Alex grinned and waved the bit of paper that was clutched in his fist "I have a note."
"Of course you do," His Tutor sighed again and moved on.
The aforesaid Tutor was worried about his pupil; Alex had been off school more than he had been in it since his uncle died. There were rumours among the students, stating his drug addiction and the fact that he was the leader of a gang.
The problem was that the rumour weren't just limited to the children. Some of the staff had been gossiping about drugs and counselling. The man couldn't see his pupil as a drug user and the prospect that he was in a gang was just foolish. He would have to keep an eye on Alex rider!
Alex walked to first lesson with Tom, it was French ; he didn't need to go to this lesson he knew that, he would rather catch up on the subjects he wasn't as good at, such as science or English. But he didn't want to be singled out as different, (well more different than he already was) so he carried on.
As usual the work was easy and his teacher, Madame Fournier was impressed, she, along with Mr Mason was the only teacher who didn't think Alex was a 'problem child'. He didn't blame the other teachers and students. It was the obvious thing to think, he would, if he were in their situation would probably think the same!
Alex carried on through the day dealing with the gossiping students around him and the suspicious glances of any member of staff who crossed his path.
When lunch came a message came over the intercom.
"Would Alex Rider please come to the office?"
He glanced around and left Tom sitting at the lunch table with promises to be back soon.
As he entered the office, he immediately noticed the man clad in a black suit and sunglasses standing stiffly by the door.
Miss Bedfordshire bustled over looking disapproving
"Alex," She said "you forgot about your dentist's appointment!"
"Oh yes" he replied slowly, piercing the obvious agent with a glare "so I did"
Miss Bedfordshire looked between the two and shook her head,
"Alex what are you missing this afternoon? I need to inform your teacher"
"Only Spanish" He replied, glancing at her, before returning his eyes to the agent.
She moved towards her computer and said,
"Okay, you may go then"
The agent moved for the first time after entering the room and grabbed Alex's arm, pulling him out of the building and towards a waiting black car.
"Careful, no need to be pushy!" Alex whined
"I was told not to let you run off," the agent said in an emotionless tone, not even attempting to sound apologetic.
"Fine whatever lets go" Alex spoke calmly not letting his annoyance show. He climbed into the car making sure to wipe his dirty trainers on the side of the unusually spotless machine.
The car sped off as soon as the door slammed, turning round a sharp corner towards Liverpool street.
A.N. There we go the first chapter. I will update every week until this story is done. Well within reason XD.
~ Yassen Obsessive