A/N: To all of those I told, I am still working on my Beware/Worth It sequel. It's progressing… just really slowly :/ I've got ideas for the story, it's just the intro chapter is kinda stuck in the proverbial mud. But once I'm finally finished with it, the next bit just needs revising. But anyways, I decided to put this and a slew of other stories I re-discovered on my computer up in the meantime. For this one, my English teacher had said not many stories were written in plural first person (AKA using we) so I decided to try it. I don't remember where the actual idea came from…
We know who you are, Alex Rider.
We know what you do. You go to school and hang out with friends and do your homework. After school you have soccer during the season, and all year round you take a weekly karate class on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. You eat and sleep and go on high-risk vacations and learn how to survive in extreme cold and heat. You go parachuting and skiing and bungee jumping and learn how to fight with a knife.
We know where you live. Your uncle owned a modest but tasteful house in Chelsea, but when he passed away it went to us. It has two floors, three bedrooms, a kitchen and a living room and a dining room. There is plenty of space for the small, patched-together family staying there.
We know who you love. You have an American housekeeper that acts like a sister more than a caretaker. You have a best friend, Tom Harris. Sabina Pleasure doesn't know who you are, but you still have a crush on her.
We know how you make you behave. We can sculpt you into who we want you to be, if you want to keep all that you have. With the simplest of orders, we can send you away from your activities. We can steal your house. We can kill who you love or make their lives hell. It's simple instincts, a basic desire to keep your life in some form of stability. We're good at that game, pushing you one way or another until you fit our mold. We press the right buttons, and you will work for us.