Not any more….
Summary- Not any more will I be a normal school boy, Not any more will I be Innocent and carefree like I once was. Not any more will I be blind to the world's cruel flaws. Not any more will I make that mistake….
Chapter one – And so… I've lost everything
It was raining. It always is. Scenes like this moment flash in my head from movies I've watched and the actor has always portrayed deep anguish and agony over the fact that they've lost someone. Let me tell you. Not. Even. Close.
The hole I felt swallowing me was endless and black. It contrasted so deeply against the white of her coffin that I couldn't help but wince. The heavy air suffocated yet I didn't dare leave. Not when they were parading her over their shoulders ready to lower her to the ground. I watched silently as it kept lowering and for a brief moment I felt it, the prickling of tears in my eyes, before I harshly butchered the emotion and locked it away in the darkest corners of my mind.
The priest uttered some final words and the casket finally stopped at the bottom of the endless hole. People started to part, some giving me blaming glares and others sad pitiful smiles that looked more like grimaces. I honestly couldn't blame them. There was no emotion on my face, each and every one locked away in the box hidden beneath layers of cement blocks and padlocked chains in my head.
I was as blank as I looked not allowing any emotion show because if one did, they'd all burst out. The void filled me and I painfully remembered the events leading up to this.
It was cloudy out, the sun hidden behind layers of clouds that dared to hide the sun from the rest of Chelsea London. Alex was currently riding his bike home from school. Glad to of had finished an entire day .However as he reached his home of fourteen years he could tell something was wrong. The house looked dull and life less, immediately drawing Alex's worry.
He ran through the house before stopping cold at the sight of a bloody and broken body on the floor. Flaming red hair pooled around her head bleeding to a deeper shade as the blood colored it.
There lying on the crimson splattered white tiles, laid jack. A perfect round hole in the middle of her pale forehead. Around her neck was a silver chain with a silver scorpion hanging from it, dripping in her own blood.
Alex clenched his fists and fingered the scorpion around his neck on the chain; its shiny silver stained a brownish crimson. Scorpia. Scorpia had killed Jack and they wanted him to know it. They wanted his attention. Well now they had it. And they sure as hell would pay for it just as well.
Alex slowly turned and walked away from jack's burial service and past a Rolls Royce obviously meant for him. He ignored it, knowing blunt would be pissed. He also knew now that jack was gone there was nothing to stop MI6 to try to get to him. But there was also nothing keeping him there either. Nothing.
With graceful steps Alex rider slowly but surely made his way to blunts office. For awhile he had simply wandered in the rain before realizing he had nothing to do. No-one to live for. He could throw it all away and no-one would care. The thought filled him with a sadistic glee. He could go after Scorpia now and not have to worry about someone wanting him back home. But in order to get to scorpia he needed to get through MI6.
This led him to his current actions. He was armed of course. Two guns on either thigh or a revolver on his left upper forearm, two knives on each wrist and extra ammo magazines in his belt. The guards at the door took one look at him and stepped aside, both noticing the aura the fourteen seemed to exude of danger and cunning. Without knocking he waltzed in and halted. In the office, besides the usual blunt and Mrs. Jones was a third person he'd never thought he'd see again.
The Sergeant of Breacon Becons.
The silence was palpable and Alex smirked at the gob smacked expression on the Sergeants face. " C-Cub…" the man whispered and Alex gave a respectful nod to the man.
"Sergeant" he said tonelessly, eyes empty and moves calculating.
The other man continued to stare as Alex took a seat to his left on an empty chair.
" Hello Blunt " Alex said sarcastically " It's good to see you again."
The grey man's eyes narrowed just enough for Alex's perfect vision to catch before returning back to the blank façade. " Agent Rider. What can I do for you that is so important for you interrupt my meeting." He said, almost mockingly to the teen. If possible the sergeants eyes widened even more.
Anyone who knew Alan Blunt knew he was a dull toneless man who could fade into any background. Not a man who quarreled with teenaged boys.
" Important Meeting, yes. Of course. Anything you do is important right," Alex purred. A defiantly dangerous look sparked in his eyes and This time anyone could see the narrowing of Blunts eyes it was so obvious.
"But I'm even more important." Alex sighed.
"you know what I want blunt." He finished.
Then he spoke the two sentences and four words that made the poor sergeant faint and Mrs. Jones give a startled look.
" Get me into Scorpia"
He paused.
"They're going to die"