A popular story line, but i do adore it!! Ben Daniels forever!!!!
I dont own Alex Rider blah blah blah
Anthony Horrowitz owns him blah blah blah
Seriously dont remind me.
PROLOGUE!
Her cold, blank eyes stained themselves into his memory. Tainting his soul, preparing there stay in his fragile mind. There image wouldremain there for the rest of his life.
Alex Rider stared down at the stone slab, writing etched into the stone.
Jack Starbright. Loved dearly. Taken before her time.
All he could do was stare. Her eyes, flashing in his vision. How could he possibly believe he was safe.
Scorpia never forgive.
Scorpia never forget.
The memories of past experiences. The cold eyes of a russian assasin. The gleaming smile of Julia Rothman and the still, black and white photo of a man he had never new.
He payed the images no heed. He felt empty. He WAS empty. He no longer had the will to fight. They owned him and he could no longer do anything about it.
He turned his head slightly to the left, bringing his eyes away from the grey stone. Not for long. Only long enough to peer into the coal black, guilt striken eyes of Tulip Jones. She should feel guilty. It was her fault. There fault.
It was not her fault. Her eyes disrupted his vision again. So innocent, she had not expected death. Not yet.
And she had SO much to live for.
The firm grip of a hand rested on his shoulder and he turned his head a fraction, Alan Blunt stood beside him. His eyes suprisingly saddened. Alex did not have the strength to shake him off.
He turned away from the grave. From happiness. From everything.
And slowly walked away.
Thanks for reading guys!
Im determined to finish this story so keep encouraging me to write it!
Oh and tell me what you think. Ive really tried with my vocabulary and crap this time )
I think ive done ok :) Thanks again!!!
