Hello my pretties, and welcome to my fan fiction! In this you will find multiple situations were evil conquers all! Mwoahahahahahaha! Ok I lied; this is just your basic Alex Rider Fic, courtesy of me! EVILRULES!

D/c- I own nothink, apart from all the manic, evil, black thoughts in my head! Lol! The only thing you may not use is Switch since she is my own disturbed creation!

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Substance Zero

Chapter 1: Murder on the dance floor

Alex sat in the stifling surroundings of The Cat House, one of the busiest under 18 clubs in Glasgow. Not surprisingly he wasn't there just to have fun like the rest of the hundreds of teens in the building. He was there on a mission. Barely two weeks after being rescued out of the sea by the Australian navy he was called back into MI6 to give an official statement about Ark Angel. Once the "paperwork" had been done it was time for Alex to be told about his next mission. He was to go to Scotland, Glasgow to be precise. He was tracking down a drug dealer, not an ordinary one though. The guys name was Jonathan McClean, it seemed that his substances were rumoured to have a "special ingredient". MI6 believed he had discovered some sort of mind control tablet and put it into his drugs, Alex's mission was to obtain some of what he was selling and send it back to MI6. Easy. Not. For the past four nights the man had eluded Alex. This was his favourite haunt and he hadn't shown up once. Alex sighed and leant against the bar, sipping his coke and lemon he looked around the crowded dance floor. That's when he saw her. Dancing around three guys. Her raven hair was in a tight pleat that cascaded down her back, her eyes were the same colour as a starry night sky and twinkled just like one. Dressed in tight black trousers and a revealing leather top, Alex could see why the girl had three boys around her. If he had been a normal boy he might have tried to talk to her but he couldn't be distracted, not now. Sighing again he downed the rest of his coke and refocused his attention on another part of the dance floor.

Switch looked at her watch, 11:15, she knew she had to make her move fast. She started to move away from the little following of guys she had picked up tonight. It had been fun flirting with them but she knew she had a job to do. Her target was Alex Rider. Her weapon, poison but just in case she brought her USP 9mm, safely tucked into her trouser leg. Just as she was about to pull out the little vile of poison, safely tucked in her bra, a strong arm grabbed her.

"Hey sexy, where do you think you're going?" asked Brain a tall Glaswegian boy she'd been dancing with. Ripping her arm out of his grasp she replied

"I have work to do, so move."

"The only work you've got to do is back at my place." He said smiling but his eyes were dark serious.

"If you don't get out my way you'll regret it, ok?" she said giving him a warning look

"I don't think you understand me," he said putting an arm round her waist "you don't really have a choice. Now why don't you give me that little taster you've been keeping all night?" he pulled her closer and his hand started to move down her waist.

"You're right I have been keeping something for you all night." Switch whispered as she leaned in.

That was when Brain's arrogant smile turned into a look of surprise, then pain. He doubled over, his arms around his groin. She had got him with her knee right were it hurt most. Brain's friends nearly wet themselves with laughter.

"If you ever come near me again I will personally make sure you never reproduce!" Switch snarled as the injured man nodded, with tears forming in his eyes.

Switch quickly removed the tiny clear bottle of poison from her bra and safely concealed it in the palm if her hand. Then she began her walk over to the bar. As she did so she went over her cover in case any questions were asked. Her name: Amanda Finn, Age: 16, born in Mount Vernon, near Glasgow. The last part was just about the only thing that was true. Up until she was 8years old she lived in a grand estate in the upper part of Glasgow.

"Hey at least I have the accent." She thought

Alex had just ordered another coke and lemon and placed it safely on the counter when he noticed Switch was just three feet away from him. He had saw what she did to the other guy that, still looked in severe pain, and decided he'd let her make the first move.

Alex saw the expression on her face. It was an annoyed and upset one. She looked as if she was about tot cry. She was also a very good actress. With a small sniff, she turned to the barman.

"IronBrew please." she said, he nodded and began to fill up a glass with fizzy orange liquid, and then she seemed to notice Alex's presence.

"Can I ask you something?" she said

"Umm…..sure" he said a little taken aback

"Why are guys only ever after one thing?" she sniffed again "Why can't they ever just like me for me?" inside Switch was smiling she knew he was buying every word

"I don't know I think it's the fact we don't get enough oxygen at birth, it makes our brains malfunction when we see a girl as pretty as you. Our mind goes into autopilot, you know, must act macho, must win her over. Stuff like that." He laughed and so did she. Alex had never had much practise flirting but he thought he was doing quite well.

"He's a charmer all right, why would someone want him dead?" Thought Switch

"Thank you, I'm Amanda by the way." She said offering a hand

"Alex, Alex…..Jackson" he lied. He knew he couldn't use his real name. It was still too dangerous.

"Here's your drink Miss," said the bar keep. She paid the man and turned her attention back to Alex. All she needed was for him to look away for one second so she could slip the poison in.

"He may be a charmer but I'm an assassin. It's just business." She thought

She moved her glass and body closer to Alex's and smiled at him, he smiled back. Her hand was now resting beside his glass; she could feel it's cold against her skin.

"Do you want to dance?" asked Alex nervously

"MI6 and McClean can wait for one night." He thought

"Alright" she said flicking a bit of her hair out of her eye. Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him on to the dance floor.

About half an hour later they stumbled off the dance floor exhausted. Switch saw her chance she reached for Alex's drink and pretended to take a large gulp of his coke but really she used this time to slip the poison into the drink. The poison, was new on the market it was called Substance X, it had no antidote and took 23 hours exactly to kill its drinker. This colourless, odourless and tasteless liquid was extremely if not impossible to detect, once it was in the drink. Before it touched the fluid however, it was a bright pink colour. This was where Switch had made her mistake. Alex noticed the pink liquid a fraction of a second before it hit his coke. He wasn't sure what it was but he knew he wouldn't be drinking it. He also figured out that he couldn't trust who he thought was Amanda.

"Oops that was yours. Sorry I was just so thirsty. Here you better finish that off." Switch said smiling handing him the glass.

"Thanks." Said Alex not giving anything away "I'll drink it later"

"Alright well I need to go but here's my number, give me a call some time." She said scribbling the first eleven numbers that came to her head

"Goodnight Amanda." He said a few moments later she was gone.

Alex studied his glass. The coke didn't look any different but just to be safe he decided to order a fresh one. So once again he stood at the bar gazing at the dance floor.

Switch walked along the lighting path 15m above the dance floor. Leaning on the railing she watched Alex. It hadn't been hard to get up to the lighting path there were no guards, just one security camera that was all too easy to dismantle. This was Switch's first real mission. It wasn't bad for a fifteen year old. Working for Scorpia really boosted your CV in the assassin world. She had been drafted into a group named the Black Bond, at age eight; they built the assassins of the future. MI6 were wrong in thinking that they got the head start of children exploitation, with Alex. It was at least 10 years old. Switch was the Black Bond's top recruit and this was her test to prove she could handle the kill. Looking down on the scene below she saw Alex studying his glass. To her horror she then saw him hand it back to the barkeep.

"Shit!" she cursed aloud "Looks like I'm gonna have to do this the old fashioned way!"

Reaching down to her trouser leg she pulled hard, the Velcro on the inside quickly came away to reveal a gun holster with the tightly compacted killing machine. Carefully she slid the powerful weapon out of its hiding place and checked the safety, then pushed it into a new home in the back of her trousers. Now all she had to do was wait for Alex to move.

"God my life is repetitive," thought Alex

Here he was again at the same bar, looking at the same dance floor waiting for the same man.

Still troubled by thoughts of Amanda and who she really was and why she had slipped the mysterious substance into his glass he was about to call it a night when he saw McClean. He was heading for the backdoor exit that led to an alleyway. Alex knew this might be his only chance to get to him. Quickly he grabbed his coat and followed in hot pursuit. When he was half way across the dance floor he saw McClean open the backdoor and disappear through it. Cursing himself he speeded up. Finally he reached the door and pulled it open, not bothering to be quiet. He was lucky he saw McClean turn round the corner and was about to call out for him to stop but someone was grabbing his throat obstructing his windpipe making it impossible…

Hehehehehe CLIFFIE! Ok I know it's probably NOT a big 1 but this is my first Alex rider fic so I have to have a little mystery to finish off my first chappie! Anywho! Loved it? Hated it? Don't care just review! Go! Now! Press the purplish button! Plz!

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