Chapter 1

Alex's P.O.V.

I felt like smiling as I walked home from school which was rare since MI6 started using/manipulating me, but was happening more and more often. Why? MI6 hadn't contacted me in months and my life was finally getting back to normal or as normal as it will ever be. I was all caught up in school, rumors that I was on drugs and/or in a gang seemed to die down and more people were beginning to trust me again. Even the nightmares I usually experience every night came less often. To sum it up: all was good.

"Jack! I'm home!" I called out once I was in the house. When no response came, I became worried. I hurried into the kitchen only to stop dead in my tracks and stare at the sight that laid there before me. Jack, my guardian, the woman who's been like a sister to me for years was lying on the floor, dead. How could I tell? Well the bullet hole in between the eyes was a dead ringer. It felt as if my entire body was freezing over with ice. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe but none of this mattered, nothing mattered anymore because Jack was dead and there was nothing I could do to save her, not this time.

There was no time to mourn her now for three burly men emerged from the shadows of the far end of the kitchen, all three pointing their guns at me. These were no doubt the men that had killed. I memorized all their features so that if I survived this, I would kill them… slowly and painfully, for taking the only family I had away from me. After that I didn't think, I ran out of the house as fast as I could not caring what-so-ever if I got shot or even killed just wanting to get out of there. Now was not the time for revenge, besides picking them off one by one later would be easier and less fatal them facing them now. It was only by chance that I got out of there alive and surprisingly unwounded. The men didn't expect me do to something as idiotic as run and were as surprised as I was when I did. By the time they went after me I was out of the house and over half-way down the street.

I continued to run even when I was out of sight of the house; I pushed past pedestrians, who were looking at me strangely. I had no idea where I was going nor did I care. I was concentrating on not thinking about Jack, but that wasn't going very well, I couldn't get the image of her dead body on the floor, bullet hole in her head and the blood. A few tears rolled down my cheeks before I could contain them. The few tears were followed by a few more and I had to stop running because the tears blinded me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and pulled myself together; I would shed tears for Jack later and mourn her properly. I looked around to see where I was and groaned… I was at MI6 headquarters. I was at the very place that ruined my life in the first place.

Author's note: Hopefully this doesn't suck too much. This is my first fanfiction, so please review and tell me if this is any good or not or if I should continue.