Where There Is Sorrow, There Is Despair

by Pessimistic Guardian Angel

Alex is sent to the SAS thanks to an attempted assassination at school that was covered up as a school shooting gone wrong. But what will happen when he meets the older brother of a bully a year older than him as a recruit in the SAS? And just when he thought his life was settling down... Scorpia plans their way to get back at him, harshly. His life just gets harder and harder...

1. Prologue

A/N Right, this is the prologue to Where There Is Sorrow, There Is Dispair. I was planning to make it a trilogy, if I ever make it that far. This is a drabble from my drabble fic, Of All Things. If you're reading this before that, please check it out! And if you're reading this because you read that, thanks for keeping up with what I do, altough it isn't really a lot of activity.

Disclaimer:

Me: If I throw a stick, will you leave?

Lawyers seeking to sue: *shaking heads*

Me: Will you leave if I give you a chew toy?

Lawyers seeking to sue: *growl*

Me: Fine, fine, be that way, be unnecessarily mean. I don't own Alex Rider... Probably. No wait, I don't. Why do these depressing thoughts enter my mind? You know... the ones about me not owning Alex Rider. On with the story!

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Marcus Sullivan was a new recruit in the SAS; K Unit (including Fox—he transferred back to the SAS) was training them.

Exasperated, Wolf yelled, "Even Cub can do better than that."

Puzzled, Marcus asked who Cub was. As K Unit was about to scoff, a blond head appeared out of nowhere, and K Unit welcomed him warmly.

He had familiar, too-serious brown eyes, as always. Suddenly, Marcus realized something: "Cub" was "Druggie" aka. Alex Rider.

As his jaw was hanging open, Cub turned to him and smirked.

"Welcome to Hell-on-Earth, Sullivan. I guess I'll be training you. Ah, sweet revenge."