Stormbreaker
Chapter 1: Five Years Ago
Summary: When Sam sees the death of her parents, revenge is in her blood. But first, she must succeed at her first field operation with fourteen-year-old Alex Rider.
"If anything happens to us, I want you to press the doll's stomach as hard as you can, toss it, and run away as fast as you can."
Eight -year- old Samantha Connor pulls her bitty baby and presses her hand into the dolls stomach very hard and throws it as hard as her skinny hand could handle. She turned around and ran the opposite direction. She felt the shock wave toss her into the black BMV.
Twenty minutes before. . .
"Where are you going, mommy and daddy?" Samantha questioned.
"We're going to explore some things, honey," her father said as he put some hidden tools into his pockets.
Mrs. Connor picked Samantha up and spun her around. Mr. Connor grinned and pulled out a doll. Mrs. Connor set Sam down while her husband bended down to his daughter's height. Samantha hugged the doll.
"My princess," her father said, "you need to be careful with this doll because it has a ticking bomb inside of it."
Samantha grinned and set the doll carefully on the floor.
"How does it work?" she asked.
"You press your hand deep inside the doll's stomach, toss it, and run as fast as you can. Give it five seconds and it will explode."
Samantha and her parents stayed in a run-down hotel for their 'vacation' at Skelton Key. A desk and two beds met them when they opened the door. The walls were dirty white and the sheets were horribly thick. But Samantha didn't care. She was spending her first time in the field when it dealt with spying for the United States.
Her parents locked eyes. Her mother gently spun around Samantha and locked eyes with her.
"It's no fun and games, Sam," her mother warned, "we could get injured, or at worse killed."
"But you won't get hurt," Samantha protested, "because you're my parents."
"Even so," her father said, "you need to be protected."
All of this ran through her mind while she screamed helplessly and her parent's bodies. The hand gripped her stomach and started pulling her away. Samantha twisted around and gave a good size punch to the guy's face. He cursed and let her drop to the ground.
Samantha ran while dodging bullets as she sprinted through the old warehouse. The street was becoming closer and closer. She flung the front door open and ducked behind a SUV. The street lights were on and rain was pouring down like she was in the shower.
Samantha snached the bitty baby her father gave her and pushed her hand deep inside its stomach. Then she ducked up and threw it into the warehouse. Samantha got up and ran as hard as she could.
Five. . Four. .
"Get that girl!"
Three. . Two. .
The explosion sent Samantha to the air. Then she landed painfully on the black BMV parked on the right side of the road. Car alarms burned into the night. Samantha rolled off the ground and limped away, sobbing from her parents' death.