A/N: Hello, I'm back, with something that is yet again not the next chapter of Caught. I'm so irresponsible… Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Lies.
AN: HEY! I am so not irresponsible boat! Who's the one that put this story through the wash huh? Huh?
*smug*
I thought so.
Anyway that was my friend upside-down-boat trying to be me. You see I gave her this one shot so she could tell me if she liked it and she goes right ahead and lets it go through the wash before she even reads it. Then she picks it apart and tries to decipher it like the awesome friend she is. And she did well too considering, just a few misplaced and left out words and bits I didn't like anymore. So I dedicate this to Boat.
The Demise of Evil
Alex Rider stared at the broken pipes, shattered glass, twisted metal and smashed bricks that made up the leftovers of the MI6 headquarters.
Firemen and rescue workers swarmed over the pile of rubble like ants, scavenging for food.
Calls of relief and sadness filled the smoky sky, mixing with the sirens, the shouts and the screams of passers by.
"Watch out!"
"Over here!"
"We've got a survivor!"
A cacophony of sounds all jumbled together to make the ultimate song of pain and death.
A river of dirty brown water slivered around people's feet, running from the burst pipes.
An old couple, huddled together as they stared at the wreckage sneezed as the dusty air filled their lungs and itched their noses.
Innocent victims screamed their pain, their shock. Their desperate cries for help striking a hollow tone in the song.
Alex watched as more broken bodies left the scene in ambulances. Some walking themselves, more just barely alive, most zipped into black body bags.
Another body was pulled from the rubble.
He was barely recognizable; the man that had made his life hell…
His expensive grey suit was burned, and where it had deteriorated, it clung to his body as if it had replaced his skin. His grey hair was black with soot, his grey eyes closed. Alex heard the rescue team call to each other.
"He's gone."
Alex Rider sunk to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. Gone… gone. He was gone… he felt a smile surface, an uncontrollable twitch of his mouth. A bubble of laughter, his lips parted to let forth his joy. He knew it was wrong, so terribly wrong to be so full of delight, he should be sad, sorry, that people had died.
But he was gone. The man that had ruined his life was now incapable of hurting him, or forcing him to hurt other people.
He was free. Grinning happily he got to his feet. He pulled out his cell from his jeans pocket and snapped a picture of the destroyed bank; he couldn't wait to tell Jack, to show her how this dreadfully unfortunate accident, this twist of fate had set them both free. Alex Rider allowed himself one more dark, joyful chuckle and walked from the scene with his head held high.
He was released.
A/N: I've just looked at all the stories on my profile, and I think I may be subconsciously depressed. Do people find my stories depressing? Anyway, I hope you like it. Review please! Lies.
AN: Once again boat tries to impersonate me.
Hi everyone this is the real Lies. I hope you have all liked this and I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I thank everyone who read this and especially everyone who came back and read my changes. I think boat did a great job but there was just some things that didn't really sound like me. And some changes I wanted to do from my second draft that I started when I thought the first was lost forever.
So thanks everyone I would love it if you reviewed. (hopefully) your friend Lies.