So this is a one-shot about the sniper in SR, what if it was SCORPIA and not Blunt? It might be a two-shot depending on the interest, for how everyone reacts,I have had this in my head for a while so I hope you enjoy.

Monday morning, Brooklands SS6, first lesson, Maths! Alex trudged up the stairs, he rounded the peeling paint wall into the classroom, picking a textbook off the shelf, he sat between Tom and Henry "Hi dumbo, you alright?"

"Course dumb brain." Tom replied, nothing like a daily insult from his mates to attempt to cheer him up. After his last mission he had learnt to plaster a smile on his face and look cheery and upbeat, give the outside a new cover as the inside is breaking. Alex flicked his pencil up and down on the desk, the rubber bounced showing his lack of interest in the lesson and it hadn't started yet, his eyes following it like it was the most important thing in the world, well it was compared to the text book in front of him.

"Alright be quiet, I don't want to know what happened over your weekend! So we are picking up from last lesson, I know you all hate this, but we have to learn it due to the exam board, so the person who finishes first doesn't have to do the homework. Start on page 98 questions B2 - B7." Mr Petrie announced, Grumbling and sighs raced round the room, accompanied by the flipping back and forth of pages in the book. "Bored Alex, trust me I don't think anyone is actually going to try hard, Do you think he know we are just going copy it in Form before the lesson?" Henry whispered

"We always do that so I don't think he really cares as long as for the lesson it's done." They all chuckled,

"YOU THREE SHUT-UP AND GET TO WORK!"

"Sorry, sir." A chorus of three not sorry guys called, as the pretended to look interested in Quadratic equations, Alex put pencil to his book and started to slowly work through them. His eyes lifted up and gazed out the window, scanning the buildings, like a spy would do judging every detail and angle, making sure it was etched into his brain. Once he was happy that everything was normal, he returned to the book. "Come on maths can be fun!" Mr Petrie urged. "Just give me something other than blank faces."

Alex's chest pulled a bit, the kinda of instinct between predator and prey, hunter and the hunted. Alex knew what it was like to be both, he new what it felt like to be on the wrong end of the snipers bullet, and due to only millimetres he had lived to tell the tale. SCORPIA wouldn't break their deal? Would they? To be fair they where the laughing stock of the criminal underworld, due to him.

His eyes again searched the surrounding buildings, he could just make out the glint of the barrel of a sniper, hidden in-between the mass of buildings, it was facing directly at him. He breathed in deeply, and stared at the man who was SCORPIA, he could just make him out the little black blob just behind the silver tube of death. He knew this was his time, his cover as a normal school kid would be blown, SCORPIA would have their way, his death, his body landing on the desk, dead, not missing this time. This time the job would be done properly no looking back.

He wouldn't see Jack again, or Sabina. His last look at the world would be here sat in Maths, with Henry and Tom. The last scent of the world would be damp and woody, musky not fragrant a London classroom know where extravagant. MI6 would cover it up not a MI6 agent get snipped and going down wrongly after serving his country and saving millions of lives. But a random school boy shot in a school shooting, an accident resulting with blood spilt on the desk, his blood not Blunts. Not a national MI6 and SAS hero, Alex Rider.

Alex Rider the student who had gone downhill since his uncle had died, skipped out of school, became distant from his friends and his grades had dropped, who had tragically died. He didn't want to die, he new what was going to happen. He didn't face away he was going to die like a man, not shying away, looking at the man who was going to kill him, looking directly down the barrel.

The sniper knew he had been spotted, he also knew the Teen was a SCORPIA enemy, and had to be eliminated, those where his orders, he squinted through the eye piece , making sure it was lined up for his heart, he wouldn't mess up like the other idiot who missed, he wouldn't he had never failed. They where breaking the deal, but the leaders had had enough of him dancing about, in of their reach, but weren't allowed to touch. They had given up waiting and gave in to the temptation and gave the order. Kill was trying not to look at the emotionless face, staring back at him. He grasped the trigger, and squeezed the trigger at his target, he felt the gun backfire, then started to dismantle it quickly.

As screams came from across the road at the school, one last look of the chaotic classroom, the shattered window and the dead teen slumped on the desk, dead his goal had been met. Alex Rider was dead, and SCORPIA had there stamp all over it.

So what did you think? I am tempted to here what you think about making it a two-shot, about MI6 and everyone else's reactions. Review what you think...

Until next time...

Pageturner97