Dislcaimer: I only own the depressing plot of the story.

To start this story off, I'd like to say something to all of you who may be familiar with my other stories, including 'Of Life and Death'. This is my first story like this, so don't kill me if this is a little off. I'm used to writing upbeat, happy stories that include hyperactive freaks such as myself.

This is going to be a fairly fast paced story. It might be done today even. But don't freak out: it's a multi-chapter story. If none of you like suicide based stories, then go away. I love anyone who even opened this story, but if it's not for you, just turn back now. I can probably guarantee that I'll probably end up crying while writing this story. Also, at the end of each chapter, I'll put down the playlist that I listened to while writing this story. There will also be a link on my profile page to my playlists, where you will be able to listen to them as well. Many of them will be in other languages. Actually, probably all of them.

Alex stared at Blunt. He'd always hated the man, but this was just insane.

"Alex, you can't expect us to tolerate this behavior," Mr. Blunt chided the boy sitting across from him. Alex simply glared in return.

"And what behavior would that be?"

Blunt stared at Alex. His eyes dark and haunted. If he'd been any other man, he would have been concerned. But this was Mr. Blunt, known for his coldness and his uncaring personality. He almost never showed emotion, but when he did, it was usually anger.

"You..." he paused to think of words to describe the boy's recent actions and attitude. "You've been ignoring anyone who has anything to do with MI6 - including Agent Daniels, setting up traps for other agents who've done nothing to you, and overall, you've been completely disrespectful to everyone."

Alex raised an eyebrow in response to the accusations. Well, they weren't really accusations - he'd actually done those things. But the man should be happy that Alex wasn't carrying through with his more violent ideas.

"To put it into simple terms, shape up or there will be serious consequences," Blunt finished, well, bluntly.

Alex simply sat there for a few minutes before standing up and turning away from the grey man. "Who the hell do you think you are, chiding me like this?"

"We are your guardians, Alex."

Alex rounded on the man. "My guardians? What have you people done to earn the right to call yourself that? Guardians care about people! You're just a coldhearted bastard who confiscates and risks other people's lives for your own benefit! Jack is my guardian! She's the only one I know of who really gives a damn! Well alive anyway; everyone else is dead thanks to you!"

With that said, Alex ran out of the office and out of the building, leaving Mr. Blunt to sigh and return to his work as if Alex had never been there.

~.~

Alex continued running until he reached the park - which wasn't far from his house. He stopped to catch his breath. Normally, he'd end up regretting what he'd said during his little outbursts. But not today. Not this time. They'd screwed with his life way too much for him to regret anything he'd said to them. Mrs. Jones wasn't even there to try to calm Alex down, not that it would have done any good. Panting, Alex straightened him self up and was immediately greeted by five unwelcoming gazes. Alex recognized them immediately. They were the leaders of the 'tough group' at this school.

"Well look who it is, boys," said Jason Cottney. He was the toughest of the group, so naturally, they worshipped him like a god.

Alex pointedly ignored them and continued on his way home. He didn't need their crap. Not today. He walked right passed them, which did not make them very happy. One guy, Sean Mishell made the mistake of grabbing Alex by the arm, holding the blond still. Alex turned his head and glared at Sean, making his blood run cold. Before Sean could even blink, Alex swiftly twisted his arm around and held it behind his back. The shock from the pain caused his knees to buckle, making him fall. When Sean struggled, Alex pulled his arm further behind his back, inducing more pain. When he decided that Sean and his gang got the point, Alex let go and continued on his way, ignoring the nervous glances the group sent him.

Then, Jason stepped up to confront Alex. It was a very big mistake, but he was just too stupid to realize it. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he yelled at Alex.

Alex stopped and turned to stare at Jason. Jason, being of very little brain, didn't back down. "I think I'm someone who's had enough of all this bullshit," Alex answered. Jason didn't notice the glare Alex was giving him.

"That was a lucky move, jackass. It won't happen again," Jason started. "We're in charge of every person that goes to Brookland. Everyone else is afraid of us and obeys us. They respect us. I think it's about time you started doing the same."

Alex chuckled darkly. "Do you really think you are respected by everyone? They're just afraid that they are going to be your latest victim if they stand up for themselves."

"Why you...!" Jason growled lunging at him, carrying out the strongest attack he knew of.

Alex was ready for it. He grabbed Seans wrist and sharply twisted it around, breaking almost every bone in the wrist. Jason screamed out it pain, but Alex didn't let go. "Listen to me now: I will never fear you, respect you, or obey you. Just shut up and give up."

The hidden threat wasn't what scared the group, but the tone he used to talk to them. He spoke slowly and calmly. Not like a teenager, but a severely pissed off soldier. One who'd seen more than any person could ever imagine, even in their nightmares.

Alex let go of Jasons wrist and resumed walking down the brick path that would eventually take him to his home, where he would say "Hi" to Jack and hole up in his bedroom until dinner. Jason cradled his broken wrist in his good hand and cursed Alex for all that he was worth. Alex tuned him out and didn't hear a word.

With it being a family park, the people in the same area stared at Alex's violent actions and started slowly backing away. They saw the deep hatred and pain in his eyes and decided that he wasn't someone they wanted to mess with. When he payed them no attention, they slightly relaxed and let him go. But what Alex didn't know was that Mr. Bray, the headmaster of his school witnessed the whole thing.

Mr. Bray didn't blame Alex for any of it, but was slightly unnerved that such composed young man would let his temper slip so much. But with all that Alex had gone through, it wasn't too much of a surprise. But he decided right then that he would call his guardian and talk about what should be done. Believing that time was of the essence, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the boy's number. Jack Starbright answered immediately.

"Hello?" Jack said.

"Hello. This is Mr. Bray, the headmaster of Brookland. I think we need to have a talk about Alex.

~.~

When Alex got home, it was already dark. He walked into the house and glanced around, checking for anything out of the ordinary. After he finished the silent task, he cursed himself. He'd become severely paranoid and it was all MI6's fault. Thanks to them, he'd never be normal again. And despite Tom's desperately hyper efforts, he'd never make another friend at school, or regain his lost status.

"I'm home!" he called out for Jack's benefit. The red headed woman walked out of the kitchen with a grim expression on her face. Alex tensed and the first thing that came to mind was the matter of her finally leaving him to go home.

"I got a call from Mr. Bray a little while ago," she said softly, but he could hear the tension in her voice.

Alex sighed and asked, "What did I do now?"

"What happened in the park?" she asked, answering his question with another one.

"Some guys from school attacked me," he answered.

She wasn't going to take that answer. "Well, why didn't you just walk away?"

"I did."

"I mean before you broke his wrist and hurt him, Alex! You've always been so careful before, Alex, so why now?" she was near tears at this point.

Alex looked away. "It's kind of hard to when there's a fist flying towards my face." Then seeing the look on her face again he added, "I'm sorry, Jack."

"What's wrong with you lately?" she asked, her expression softening a little.

"I'm just not sure how much more of MI6's crap I can take," he answered truthfully.

"Mr. Bray wants to see you in his office tomorrow morning, before school starts. He wants to talk to you himself."

Alex nodded and started up to his room, leaving Jack to think in silence.

The rest of the night went by slowly, a painful silence falling across the house like a dark blanket. The next morning was similar, but Alex spared a few genuine smiles for his real guardian's concern-filled comments. Alex left for school knowing that day would be much worse than the previous.

A/N: The chapters of this story won't be really long. But the story will be done within the next few days, or at least by the time winter break is over. Here is the list of the songs. On the songs I listen to, I go more by the music most of the time:

See Who I Am - Within Temptation
Let Me Be Myself - 3 Doors Down
Wasteland - 10 Years
The Day That Never Comes - Metallica

And I guess that covers it for this chapter.