AN: THE PLOT BUNNY ATTACKED ME! I'm really busy, so this fic is quick! Someone tell me what a crack fic is, and if this is one.

This takes place during Chapter 16 of Point Blank, right after Wolf tells Alex to hide. I changed what happens, just a bit. The ending is the same, though. Yes, Alex lives.

Enjoy!

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"Find somewhere safe. We'll come for you later."

"Wolf!"

Wolf took off, taking down more guards. Alex remained without a gun, so he tried to find cover. Running into the hallway, he was the first of the rescue squad to hear a helicopter from the dining room. Suddenly, a guard appeared in the doorway, but he was walking backwards and saluting.

Alex took advantage of the guard's inattentiveness. When the man stepped back from the door and turned, Alex was ready. He lashed out with a vicious kick to the guard's side, and the man dropped like a stone.

"Who's there?" Mrs. Stellenbosch shouted angrily. She had seen the man drop, but she hadn't seen Alex yet. Alex stepped into the dining room over the unconscious body..

"Me."

Mrs. Stellenbosch's face flamed red. "You! You were supposed to be dead!" she screamed, as if it would kill Alex to say that.

"That's what I do."

When she realized her stare wouldn't kill Alex, she lunged at him. Her arms barely missed as Alex leaped aside. He ran to the window to see where the helicopter was and who it held while Mrs. Stellenbosch stood again. Dr. Grief was in the vehicle. The hideous woman growled inhumanly, and Alex quickly resumed a battle stance as he edged toward the table. The small chandelier cast eerie shadows over the two fighters.

Mrs. Stellenbosch dove over the table, trying to nail Alex, but Alex was just barely quick enough. Using the chair beside him to get a leg-up, he launched himself to the chandelier. Alex grasped it for a moment, but let go when the chandelier swung back over Mrs. Stellenbosch. He dropped, forcing both his feet down to wallop Mrs. Stellenbosch's head.

Anyone else would have gotten a concussion or worse from the brutal drop-kick, but Mrs. Stellenbosch only became more enraged. Twisting beneath Alex, she reached up and threw Alex by his legs to the wall next to the window. Without a second thought, she rammed the table into Alex's gut before he slid to the floor. The table dug into his gut, winding him, and Alex yelled, putting the escaping air to use. His legs were under the table, so all he had were his arms to defend.

Alex's vision blurred for a moment from a momentarily lack of oxygen. When he drew in a little breath, he realized Mrs. Stellenbosch was holding both his wrists in front of him.

"You little brat, Alex. Even though I've got a nice, new pistol in my purse, I feel it much more appropriate to do this." Her free hand cupped the side of Alex's face. Alex was frozen with fear. He had no means of defense. Mrs. Stellenbosch's thumb traced Alex's chin to the other side, leaving her hand across his neck.

"Good night, Alex." Mrs. Stellenbosch pushed her hand into Alex's neck, closing his windpipe. Alex's eyes widened, and he tried desperately to get free. It was no use. Black stars danced in Alex's vision.

Alex's squirming grew weaker and weaker, and his eyes closed.

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AN: No, he doesn't die. See next chapter.

Hope you liked it!