AN: I have been working on this for the better part of seven months and i still am not sure where i'm going with it. i decided to post it and see what everyone thought before continuing. Hope you like... Lies.

Oh... almost forgot this thing... Disclaimer: I don't own alex rider but i wish i did.

Burn

The young woman lay, sprawled on the cold linoleum floor of a modest yet expensive modern kitchen. Her face was pale, an ashy white, contrasting sharply against the dark red stain seeping slowly from the gash on her throat.

The blood red mixed, blending in and congealing in the woman's long, Bright red hair, leaving it in a sticky clump over her up turned face.

Her eyes, glassy and lifeless, stared up at the ceiling, shock, horror and fear etched onto her features.

A tiny burn blistering on her cheek for the world to see, a scorpion.

Alex Rider waved goodbye to his best friend Tom Harris, kicking up the stand on his bike he sped up as he rode out of Brooklands front gates.

School had been, as school almost always is, dead boring.

If it hadn't been for the immense amount of school work he still had piling up on his desk at home he would have let himself fall asleep in all of his classes.

Unfortunately unlike Tom, he didn't have a normal life, and he probably never would again.

Looking forward to seeing Jack and showing her the special progress report card that the principal had given him, telling anyone who cared that he had almost caught up to the rest of his year, he quickened his pace.

Taking the last hill in a race against an uneasily familiar black car, Alex skidded to a stop right outside his front door.

Fumbling with his keys for a second he finally grasped the right one and turned it in the lock, being greeted by the soft clicking sound as it unlocked he opened the door. Calling out to Jack, he walked through the hallway to the kitchen dumping his bag and loosening his tie. He called out again as his growling stomach reminded him why he was heading for the kitchen. Kicking his shoes off as he continued to call Jacks' name.

"Jack, I've got good news. I'm almost caught up." He called out, smiling happily. Then he turned the corner and walked into the kitchen and his grin slowly slipped of his face like melted butter.

A loud scream sounded, echoing in his ears and he felt like telling the person who was making such a loud noise to shut up; didn't they realise what was happening? Then it registered that he was the one that was screaming. And he closed his mouth sharply. He ran forward and fell to his knees at his friends' side. "Jack… Jack…Jack…"

Numbly, he felt hands pulling at him, trying to tug him back, away from Jack.

"No… no… let me go!" he struggled against the hands, trying to get back to Jack. "Let me go to her!" but the hands were insistent, they continued to pull him until finally, he gave in, stumbling back exhaustedly. They led him away, out of the house and into fresh air.

He could feel himself going into shock.

"Jack."

Alex sat in Blunts' office, his eyes were closed and his face was stained with tear tracks. A tissue was crumpled loosely in his hand and he slumped in the hard, wooden chair.

Mrs. Jones stood opposite him, watching him intently as she unwrapped another peppermint. Blunt sat behind his desk, scribbling furiously at a form his secretary had just bought in.

Alex opened his eyes as the scratching of Blunts' pen stopped.

"Alex…" Blunt started.

"You lied to me."

Mrs. Jones bit into the peppermint and quickly unwrapped her tenth one.

Alex continued to speak, in a soft, accepting voice.

"But you always lie to me, so I don't know why I was so surprised at first." He looked up from the floor and stared Blunt right in the eye.

"You told me scorpia was gone, that they were going to leave me alone, now, Jack is dead. I wasn't there to protect her. I couldn't do anything to help. I didn't even know they were a threat." His hands formed into fists. He closed his eyes again.

"Blunt, if you ever call me again, if you ever try to blackmail me into working for you, I will personally see to it that you die sooner then you expected." Alex stood up. He smiled gently. "Now that she's gone, there's nothing you can do. I very much hope," he paused and turned his back on the two occupants of the office. "That I never have to think about you two ever again." Alex left, closing the door quietly behind him.

Alex walked back to his house slowly; he was not really in any hurry to get back to the scene of Jacks' murder. A collage of different thoughts raced through his mind. But he always went back to the one thought he didn't want to dwell on. Jack. Alex sighed, swerving in and out of the crowds in a daze.

Mrs. Jones sat down in the chair Alex had just vacated.

"What are we going to do Alan?"

Blunt sighed inwardly, still not showing any emotion. "Alex has become too dangerous, he could ruin everything. It's time to eliminate him." Mrs. Jones eyes widened.

"What? Alan we can't he's just a child!" she protested.

Blunt shook his head. "That's never stopped us before. The order has already been given. I expect no interference on your behalf Mrs. Jones."

AN: so... what did everyone think?