Transformations – A Crossover of Alex Rider and Cody Simpson (strange, huh?)
It's amazing how much can change in just a year.
A year changed Alex's life from schoolboy to spy, from homework and tests to espionage and secrets. It killed a large part of him that couldn't be fixed, taking part of his life that can never be returned. He'd even heard some sly screenwriter found a way to write down all of his missions and manage not to be discovered until almost the end of his last mission.
He'd heard a little of what Alan Blunt said to the writer. That he had to end the books now, or else "this'll be the last time you'll ever see the sun again." With a displeased agreement, the writer ended the book then, saying that he went to San Francisco, California, to live out the rest of his days.
Yeah, right.
As a matter of fact, Alex never set foot in the United States after the mission the writer called "Ark Angel." He, in fact, went the other way, down to the Southern Hemisphere, down to Australia. Of course, MI6 planned the whole thing. A new life, new friends, a new name. No more being Alex.
A voice, spoken in a rough Brooklyn accent, broke him away from his thoughts, reminding him that he was, once again, in a dim, gray backstage room that now was a large part of his identity.
"You're on in five, Cody."
"Thanks, mate." The Australian accent rolled of his tongue as naturally as his native British, and for a moment made him reconsider MI6's new life that was assigned to him. Name: Cody Robert Simpson. Singer. Songwriter. Dancer. Musician. He remembered his reaction when Mrs. Jones told him of his new life. Not for the first time, he noted that no matter where in the world he went, people were always trying to make him sing.
He stood, taking a glance out the large black curtain that currently separated him from tens of thousands of Americans, most of which were screaming 12-year-old girls. I'm not Alex anymore, he reminded himself, taking a deep breath before taking another step out into the spotlights.
Alex is gone now.
A/N: Thanks for listening, and I leave you with these words of wisdom:
The person who wrote something so stupid can't write at all.
Thanks! ~RP164