Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider. Especially the crap betwixt the asterisks.
I Am
I am a teenager.
I wonder when my time is coming, for it must be coming soon.
I hear the whispered rumors behind my back, but don't stop them.
I see everyone turning away, but don't call them back.
I want my old life back.
I am a weapon.
I pretend to be normal, even when I know it'll never be again.
I feel everyone's stares on me, but there's nothing I can do.
I touch the bullet scar on my chest, knowing who put it there.
I worry that one day, I will be too late or they'll be too strong.
I cry when no one is around, for no one needs to know.
I am a spy.
I understand that I will never be the same; I've changed.
I say "I'm too young to die," but know it isn't true.
I dream of thing too horrible for words, that I've really seen happen.
I try to save the people that scorn and shun me, but I don't know why.
I hope I survive until the next day.
I am Alex Rider.
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* He tried to get up, but he couldn't move. He wanted to hold her hand, but his arms would no longer obey him. He wasn't breathing anymore, but he hadn't noticed.
The man and woman stepped forward out of the crowd. The man said nothing. He was trying to hide his emotions. But the woman leaned down and reached out. Only now did Alex realize that he had been looking for her all his life. She reached out and touched him, her finger finding the exact spot where there was a small hole in his shirt.
No pain. Just a sense of tiredness and resignation.
Alex Rider smiled and closed his eyes. *
Next up: Jack.