Hey guys!
Some of you may have read my one and only unfinished fiction: Cold Hearted. Sorry for this to have taken so long, but I'm finally going to finish it!
Things got a little crazy and I lost access to my email which in turn made me lose access to my account. So, I am in no way copying Black294's work. I am Black294 under a different username because the site won't let me access my other account:) That's not a real smiley face. It's an annoyed and slightly stressed out smiley face:)
Anyway. Please re-read my story. I have made some changes and improved the story a lot.
Please give me feedback. Let me know what can be improved on and what you think is good. This fanfiction is my way of improving my writing and I really hope your feedback will help me improve my skills.
Other than the fiction that I'm going to be writing on this site, I'll also be writing a manuscript of my very own. Once I have enough down, I'll let you guys know.
Here it goes. The first chapter of my improved Alex Rider Fanfiction.
CHAPTER ONE: K-UNIT AND ANOTHER ASSIGNMENT
WOLF POV
The room was cold. That was the first thing Wolf noticed. He hunched his shoulders and bounced his leg up and down in agitation.
They were sitting in a room in a bank called Royal and General Bank. Chairs lined the wall, forming a squarish semi-circle around a dark wood desk. In front of the soldiers stood a women Wolf had seen once on a snowy mountain in France.
At Point Blanc, she had looked worried for Cub, the fourteen-year-old that seemed to attract trouble. Now, she was cold. Her gaze burned into him. Her dark complexion seeming to make her arctic nature more resolute.
A grayish man sat at the desk. Blunt was printed on a plaque facing the soldiers. That name suits him, thought Wolf. The name lacks the same imagination Blunt possesses.
Wolf tried hard not to squirm in his seat. Everything about that man was gray. He seemed so lifeless… And he hated waiting. The leader inside him said to sit still and wait, but the civilian said that he had been waiting for way too long.
Eagle shot him a glance. Wolf sighed. His unit had caught on to his impatient stirs. Eagle shifted. They were all uncomfortable. Neither the man or the woman had spoken since Wolf and his men entered the room. This had intensified the tension in the room.
The SIS (Secret Intelligence Services) rarely asked the SAS for help. But the MI6 branch? It was unheard of.
MI6 was the part of the SIS that didn't exist. Like a cut chapter from a book, you would never know it was missing until you were told about it… or was told MI6 was real. Then, it would all make sense.
Wolf saw Snake tapping his foot. Meanwhile, Fox was perfectly still. The contrast made Snake's anxiety more notable.
Fox lean forward. "Well?"
Blunt remained still. Mrs. Jones, however, blinked. Fox faced her.
"We are waiting for an agent, correct?"
"Correct."
"When will the agent arrive?"
Mrs. Jones looked at her watch and looked Fox in the eye. "About now."
The agonizing silence returned. Fox sat back in his chair. He was more used to the MI6 dealings then Wolf and the others. Little over two years ago Fox became Agent Daniels. He managed to retain his SAS status. When he wasn't on call for MI6, he was running operations and training with the SAS.
Wolf found himself looking at little details in the wall. Pictures blossomed in front of him, familiar landscapes of his childhood, faces of people he knew or once did, animals, and even Picasso paintings.
"Come in." Mrs. Jones called.
Wolf sat up in his seat. He hadn't heard a knock.
A teenager had entered the room. Wolf couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the boy's bizarre appearance. There was a tribal tattoo wound around the boy's bicep. Part of the tattoo was hidden underneath a ripped, bloody leather jacket and black shirt. There wasn't much left of the jacket. The shirt lost a little less fabric than the jacket. Both had been abused so extensively another tattoo became visible: A dragon. Its mouth opened at the base of his neck as if it were about to sink its teeth into the boy's flesh.
The boy's winded blonde hair was streaked with black. Piercings ran the length of his right ear. The bottom earring was a black and silver rustic-looking skull. The skinny jeans pulled together the whole 'Bad Boy' look.
All in all, the teen looked to be a member of a local gang.
Bruises cascaded over the boy's arm. Several deep cuts were still bleeding. A gash on the upper side of his head dripped blood down the side of his face over an eye that was squeezed shut. His shoulder appeared to be dislocated and he walked with a slight limp.
"Whoa, kid! Are you okay?" Snake got up. He hurried over to the teenager's side and immediately started to inspect the gash on the side of the boy's head. All those years of medical training going to work.
The boy seemed vaguely familiar. Wolf struggled to fit a name to the boy.
Anger took hold of Fox's facial expression in a way Wolf had never seen before on Fox's face. He glared at Mrs. Jones and Blunt.
"You told me he was done! It was over!"
Blunt blinked at Fox's outburst.
"Well Mr. Daniels, shall we tell your companions about your hospital leave?"
Fox clamped his mouth shut. A muscle was working in his jaw.
Wolf quickly smothered his curiosity. Fox's leave wasn't any of his business. But, the way Blunt put it, the hospital leave wasn't what it appeared to be.
The teenager brushed Snake off and stepped forward. "Hello, Ben."
Fox nodded. "Hi, Alex." At that moment, he aged ten years. "Getting into any trouble lately?" Alex smiled at Fox.
"Not really. Just the usual routine."
The gears of Wolf's mind clicked into place. Alex… Cub! The boy who was sent to Brecon Beacons for ten days. And then, a few months later, he found Cub pulling a snowboarding stunt down Point Blanc on an ironing board. Why was Cub here?
Cub took a seat next to Eagle.
"Hey, Eagle." Alex raised his hand in a familiar gesture.
Snake looked at the boy. Alex could be no more than seventeen.
Eagle smile gently at the boy. "'Hello." Eagle was a bit confused. Snake shadowed Alex and continued to fret over the boy's injuries.
The boy looked at him. "Hey, Wolf."
Wolf nodded. "Hello."
"How's the arm?"
"Fine."
Wolf had been shot a few times in the arm. Iraq, Hungary, France… But how did C-Alex know that? Wolf sent the kid a couple postcards. But, he never mentioned when he got hurt on the job. Then he remembered. I got shot covering for the boy on the Snakehead mission.
Blunt started speaking to Eagle. "Have they briefed you?"
The soldiers shook their heads.
The boy grinned, "Typical military."
Fox glared at him. "Shut up, Alex."
Alex shrugged his shoulders like he was rolling off some kind of worry.
Blunt pressed his mouth into a thin line. "We've started a school preparing teenagers to be MI6 agents..."
The room grew colder than it already was. Alex leaned forward. "You said I was the only one." Alex's voice didn't change from the friendly demeanor he had greeted the unit with. However, the changed atmosphere made the comment come across cold and threatening.
"Due to your success…"
"I can no longer operate as a normal, functional human being," he snapped. The chair he had been sitting on tipped over with a loud bang. "No one trusts me. I have no future outside of this job because, one, I can't keep attendance at school and, two, I have no idea how to carry on a normal relationship that doesn't have a time stamp on it," Alex said, waving his hand through the air.
Mrs. Jones spoke. "It was voluntary. And their parents and guardians agreed."
"Did they?" Fox's voice was cold.
"Yes."
"Agreed. As in gave their consent or agreed as in they're dead and the kids are now wards of the bank," Alex shouted.
Silence from K-unit was defining. Wolf felt a deep pit forming in his stomach. Did Alex's situation reflect the position of the kids that agreed to enter this spy school?
It became apparent that the two MI6 administrators weren't going into any more detail about the children.
Alex started to shake. From blood loss or rage, Wolf didn't know.
"How do we know they will be any good?" Alex said cryptically.
"They have already completed the basic tests. Your job is to weed out those who slipped past and then teach them. We have provided the necessary facilities."
Wolf finally spoke. "When will this 'weeding out' be?"
"In one week you will be escorted to campus. Until then you'll undergo some training to get you ready as instructors. The students are already situated and are waiting for your arrival. You may weed out the students when and as you see fit."
Snake looked apprehensive. "Where will we stay?"
"The school has been equipped with a room in the dorms and preside over student dorms. As administrators, you will be assigned a dorm wing and a master room where you will live." Mrs. Jones replied.
"And me?"
She turned to Cub. "Your orders are the same as K-unit. Since you are the only teenage agent, you have a unique ability to decipher what skills are needed for these students to be successful. We're giving you the final say in which students leave and which students stay." Alex sneered at her and muttered something along the lines of failing every one of the students.
"We do, however, reserve the right to overrule you if it seems you are not being cooperative in your task," Blunt stated. "You may collect your things before you leave. A car will pick you up tomorrow morning from your home, Alex," Mrs. Jones looked down at her watch. "The car will also stop by the hotel to pick up you, your men, and Agent Daniels," Mrs. Jones said to Wolf.
Alex nodded reluctantly.
It was a hopeless situation. No matter how they argued, the angry group of SAS soldiers and Agents wouldn't be able to change it. Mrs. Jones and Blunt got what they wanted.
Blunt looked down at his papers, and Mrs. Jones placed a mint into her mouth.
They were dismissed.
Thank so much for reading. And for those of you who have read this story before, I am so sorry for my horrendous grammar, spelling, and lack of attention to detail in the previous story. Thank you for sticking with me. Please give me feedback. All criticism and, of course, compliments are welcome. I want to improve my writing. So please, comment:)