Um yeah, this is only meant to be very short. Not quite a one-shot, but not a full story. It's mostly just an idea I've had for awhile, something I came up with a couple of weeks back to a lapse in creativity on my part. And yes, in case you happen to watch 'Teen Titans', I did get this idea roughly from an episode of that, back when I still watched that show.
Chapter One, First Sighting
Alex was late. It was something he hated being, but never the less, that was the position he found himself in. School had started half hour ago, but Alex had slept through his alarm and as a result, was now sprinting through morning rush hour London, wearing his school uniform and carrying a heavy schoolbag containing all the assignments and homework he'd had to make up.
As he ran down a path, crowded with businessmen and women, Alex felt his mobile phone buzz in his pocket. Trying not to slow down, Alex fished his phone out his pocket and looked at the screen. It was Tom.
Where R U? Teachrs think ure 'sick' again.
Groaning, Alex tried not to curse under his breath. He'd managed to attend school for an almost record-setting two months now without a single absent day or late mark. The teachers, initially disbelieving, had now adopted a sort of expectation that he was going to start his cycle of mysterious illnesses and absences all over again. Alex, determined to finally do well academically, found their refusal to give him a chance immensely frustrating.
Alex began to message Tom back, precariously attempting to keep up his run and not let his heavy bag trip him up all at the same time.
I'm coming. Plz tell teachrs I'm NOT 'sick'.
Tom's reply came after a minute or so, letting Alex make up for the time and speed he'd lost whilst messaging Tom before.
I did…They don't believe me.
"Oh for God's sakes," Alex muttered, before dialling Tom's number angrily. He was picked up on the first buzz.
"Hey mate, I tried talking to Ms. Harris. She doesn't believe me!"
"Put her on," Alex grunted, stumbling over the gutter, bag swinging to unbalance him, "I'll talk to her."
"Right mate." Tom replied, "But she's really pissed off about-"
The rest of Tom's words faded into insignificance as Alex dropped his mobile phone. So caught up in talking to Tom, he hadn't realised he'd walked onto the road. A silver Vauxhall Astra was bearing down on him, the driver's face just as horrified as Alex's behind the windscreen. Alex squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the bone shattering impact.
There was an impact, but not the fatal or debilitating one he'd expected. Something solid hit him from behind, driving him roughly to the ground, out of the path of the incoming vehicle. Alex opened his eyes, wincing at the blaring horns and squealing brakes of cars all around him.
Shaken, Alex sat up. A man, tall and thin had seemingly crashed into him, pushing him out of the way of the car. The man regarded him with half worried, half amused blue eyes, having managed to get to his feet again.
"Are you alright?"
Alex nodded numbly, feeling his own eyes widen as he absorbed the man's face. The man took his shocked scrutiny with only a slight smirk.
"Y-yeah…"
The man smiled at him reassuringly before running out of the road. Alex lost sight of him as crowds of worried pedestrians and onlookers swarmed him, all asking if he was alright, if he needed an ambulance... Alex refused the ambulance and shakily got to his feet. The Astra's owner was apologising profusely, even though it had been Alex who'd walked into the road. Alex didn't pay her any attention however, already walking with a new purpose in mind.
He needed to talk to MI6. Now. Forget school, this was a minor emergency.
Why?
Because, the man who'd just saved Alex from being run over…Alex had only got a quick glimpse of his face, but he was sure that the man had been Yassen Gregorovich, which was, to say the least, very unusual as the man was supposed to be dead.
