So here is the AN. Basically I'd just like to say don't be too harsh! And the reason this is so short is because this is a PROLOGUE. Yes, a PROLOGUE. So no bitching about the size of the chapter...anything else...Oh yeah! Considering I'm a 16 year old GIRL who is pretty much broke, I'd like to point out that it's pretty damn near impossible for me to own the rights for Cherub or Alex Rider...NO matter how much i may want to. Also this is rated T for a reason. LANGUAGE. If you have any problems with that GTFO. On that happy note...On to the story!
"Alex...Alex...ALEX!" Jack shouted. "Wake up! The 'bank' called!" "And that's SUPPOSED to make me want to wake up? Epic fail Jack," the sleepy teenager responded. He was 5'6 with blond hair and beautiful chestnut brown eyes. He was well built, with muscles that didn't belong on a child of fourteen. Then again, it came with the teen's job. Alex Rider is the only child spy to ever be 'employed' by MI6. That is if you use the term 'employed' loosely. As in blackmailed into accepting life threatening missions, loosely.
But lately, he'd been accepting missions more and more readily. Almost as if he was slowly understanding that there was no way out of it. MI6 would never let Alex Rider go, he was their best agent after all. And even if they let Alex go, he was in too deep. He'd made too many enemies. If he left MI6, he left their protection. That was protection he, and his loved ones, namely Tom Harris, Alex's best friend and Jack Starbright Alex's guardian. They were all he had left.
However, Alex had more pressing thing to deal with. Like the fact that Blunt and Jones were calling him into the Royal and General bank at seven-fucking-a.m. in the morning. 'Goddammit,' Alex thought, 'Another fucking mission. Just great. I'm barely recovered from the last one.' He shook his head and sat up to start getting dressed. Then he noticed Jack was staring at him oddly. "What is it? Do I have...I dunno, a huge zit on my forehead or something?" He asked. Jack shook her head. "It's just, Alex you go out there and you disappear for weeks on end and I just get so fucking worried Alex! I never know if you're dead or starving or...or...oh, Alex!" Jack started to sob, "And you, you just come back bruised and half-starved and you just pretend it never happened and never tell me anything!" By this time Alex was already standing besides his guardian and rubbing gentle circles on her back.
"shhhh, shhhh, Jack calm down, and stop worrying." Alex muttered to Jack before lying straight through his teeth, "Jack, calm down. The missions I'm sent on aren't that dangerous. I just somehow manage to piss off every single enemy that I meet. They must be jealous of my extraordinary good looks." At this jack let out a watery chuckle. "Really Alex?" The she started, "Alex! You need to get dressed for your trip to the 'bank'." "I don't know...they might want to see me in my boxers and a t-shirt." Alex grinned. Jack was almost back to normal now, she only hiccuped once as she said, "Alex, get fucking dressed." "Ok, ok, I'm moving." Alex protested as she had started to raise her hand threateningly. Jack smiled again as she left the room, "I love you Alex. Always remember that." And as she gently closed the door she muttered, "Even when I'm gone."
But Alex didn't hear. He was busy trying to find cleanish clothes. Finally he shouted in triumph! Clean boxers, a pair of plain jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. Pulling them on he was contemplating a problem. That problem was Jack. She needed help. Jack was too worried, it was pulling her apart. And it was all Alex's fault. "All my fault..." he whispered. "All my fault." 'I shouldn't be so selfish. I should just say no this time. Maybe if Jack's deported and she doesn't have to see me when I come back...maybe then she might be able to stop worrying.' Those were Alex Ris\der's deepest most innermost thoughts. The thoughts he would never let anyone hear. Not Jack, or Tom and most certainly NOT a psychiatrist.
Alex pushed open the door of his bedroom slowly, reluctantly. He didn't want to go to the 'bank'. He had no clue as to what sort of mission he would get this time. Would he be making a new enemy or an old foe? So many questions. But what surprised him was the fact that he so readily accepted the fact he was going on a mission. Alex wasn't proud of that. He never wanted to give in to MI6. Even if it was a carefully fabricated lie. So as he walked down the hallway to the stairs he was thinking over all the possibilities. Alex got so enthralled in his thoughts that he didn't notice Jack tiptoeing up behind him and poking his shoulder. Alex did notice however Jack screaming into his ear, "ALEX JOHN RIDER! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!"
Alex even jumped a foot in the air and clutched his ear, gasping, "What the fuck was that for, Jack?" She answered like a petulant child, "You weren't paying attention to me so i made you listen." Alex answered a little wryly, "I thought I was supposed to be the child here." Jack grinned and walked away leaving Alex very confused. He was caught up in his thoughts on the matter when Jack once again shouted at him, although this time from a safe distance. "You have to go to the bank!"
Le finishing AN. Basically, R&R. Thank you very much. NO FLAMES PLEASE! I WILL RESPOND WITH FLAMES OF MY OWN!
-Isa