Warning: This story might be a bit out there… weather it in language, character or the living situations. But I thought something with a bit more life to it would be appreciated. Don't know if any one will like it. I was kind of going for a comedy… but it didn't turn out that way. The name seems a bit misleading, but I think I'll keep it and try to work it somewhere into the sorry… hope you like.
Declaimer:
I don't own Alex Rider, no one dose but the man who responsible for the spy's whole existence.
Who ever that may be…who is it again?
Aalen Blunt? …. Psh, Hell No!
God? … Hummm, passably?
No? I think his name was Albert?
No that's not it. Andy, Anthony?
Oh yah that's it Anthony, Anthony Horney- something or another!
I'm such a slow, ghu… Anyway!
I don't own Alex Rider that Anthony guy dose.
Who the hell is Sherlock?
CHAPTER 1:Briana
The sound of my best friend's black leather boots tap, tap, taping away as she paced back and forth nervously in the kitchen of our cheep hotel room, was seriously starting freak me out. Not to mention piss me off. I wanted to yell at her or something to get her to sit down and keep still, but I didn't have the strength to say anything. I was too tiered, spending the day on the run from a group of thugs who wants nothing more than to possibly get into our pants before they kill you really does that to a girl, you know? But still, that damn TAPPING!
"Erica, can you pleas, stop pacing? you're driving crazy!" I hisses from my spot by the window. For the last half hour or so, I've been looking out there for any sine of my friend Rider, he once told me that if I ever needed any thing to call him. Its not every day you get a customer like Rider on the corner of Eighth Street.
The night I meat him, he pulled up beside me in a black sports car. I thought he would be like every other rich teenage boy driving around looking for a night of a little entertainment. But he wasn't, when I got in his car he just looked over at me and said…
"I know how life can be sometimes, and you find yourself doing things you never thought you'd ever do before. Then after you start its like there's no turning back, so I thought maybe I'm not the only person in the world who needs someone to talk to, some one who wont try to take over my life, someone who would lesion…" he paused for a moment as if to think over what he was going to say next.
"So… do you need some one to talk to, too?" At this he looked at me his dark brown eyes all sad and mysterious looking. I didn't know what to say, for one thing I knew this kid could be some crazy nut job, but so could any one else I got in the car with. I hesitated in answering his question, looking away form his whirlpools for eyes and out the car window and into the dark streets of London.
To the streets I've been walking every night since I was thirteen… did I need someone to talk to? Some one who had no personal, ulterior motives besides having someone to talk to?
"Yah, I think I'd like that" I told him as I turned back to face him. He nodded his head in response his blond shaggy hair swaying slightly at the movement.
As he reached his hand to turn the keys in the ignition I stopped him.
"But I'm still on the clock, Frank would kill me if I didn't come back with any money" I thought he would be mad, but instead a small smile crossed his handsome face.
" I can deal with that" he said with a humorless laugh as he brought the car to life speeding away from the dark London street I called my workplace.
That night after arriving at a hotel room that looked too expensive to be even possible. We sat down on the bed and talked. Yah… I said it, we talked. It turned out that the guy's name was Alex Rider and he lived a live I thought only existed in movies. He talked about fighting crime and being black mailed by the government. He talked about not having a family because they all died in some mysterious way… first his mum and dad when he was a baby. Then his uncle when he was fourteen… and then later his housekeeper just a year ago. I listened to him in silence and I watched his face, watching as his eyes become darker as he went on and how his voiced cracked when he talked about the American red head who was like an older sister to him. It made me cry to hear his voice like that… I literally cried. I had just meat this guy no more then a few hours before, and for all I knew he could be lying threw his bloody teeth.
But I didn't think he was, no one could be that good of an actor. No one would fake that much pain. As I cried for him, for his pain for tha pain we both shared in our own way… As I criyed the tears I was sure Alex had never let himself cry, I felt a hand on my shoulder, sliding down my back and to my waist pulling me towards his body.
My first instinct as to stiffen. But after a moment of just sitting there in his lap, I relaxed and began to tell him my story.
I told him about my father being a drunk and my step mum Hanna, who hated me for some unknown reason. About my how my oldest step brother Andrew would sneak into my room at night and touch me, forcing me to do things I didn't understand back. Then me telling me to stay silent or he'd kill me. I told Alex about when my step mum caught us one night, Andrew told her that I had pulled him into my room and tried to seduce him.
I told him all about how when I tried to tell her the truth she hit me and kept hitting me until I couldn't move. Here my foice brok off, memmorys filling my head but i continued as I told him about how when my father came in to see what was going on he just laughed and poured his beer on me. I couldn't believe I was telling him any of this, I never even told Erica about my life before. Even though we've been best friends since the moment we meet.
I wanted to stop talking, just to let the sobs take over but I couldn't. It was like something was pulling the words out of my mouth, that night I cried harder then I've cried in my life, even more than the night everything started. But I kept talking pouring my akin heart to this blond superhero like of a stranger.
I told him about how Hanna, my dad and Andrew all left me bleeding and socked in beer on the floor of my room. About how I feel asleep on the floor because I couldn't get up because the pain was too grate. I told him about how Hanna came back latter that night to wake me up, and told me I had to get out and never come back… and when I couldn't move she had Andrew drag me out of the hose leaving me in the front steps. i sobed even hearder as i tryed to exspain the frear i felt that night, the fear that filled me at the thought of being found on the frount steps in the morning if i didnt move, too scared to think what my own family would do if I stayed.
After that I couldn't talk anymore… the pulling of on my words had stopped and I was left crying until I fell asleep in the arms of a guy who was no more thin a stranger to me.
The next morning when I work up my throat was hurting and scratchy from criyng and my eyes were puffy, but for once my heart felt light. Looking around I was shocked to see that Alex was still there sitting at the small table that sat in the kitchen area of the hotel room.
"I got you some breakfast, I didn't know what you'd like so I just got a muffin and some orange juice" he said as he pointed to the bag sitting on the table beside him.
Blinking I looked around the room, I still couldn't get over the richness of the place. Sitting up I pulled of the thick bed covers that I don't remember being wrapped around me, and got out of the bed.
"You didn't have to do that" I told him as I walked over to the table and sit down in the other chair.
"Yah, but I know you'd be hungry, and I really don't mind… I needed to get some air any way" he said the same little smile from the night before crossed his face again. Not wanting to argue I reached for the bag and looked inside. The smell of a fresh blueberry muffin filled my nose and my stomach growled vigorously.
"See, your stomach agrees with my logic" Alex laughed. Rolling my eyes I reached in pulling the muffin out and taking a bit.
"ummm, oh my god this is so freaking good" I monad my mouth full.
"Yup, that's Martha for you, she owns this nice bakery near my school, me and my best meat Tom always gets one of her blueberry muffins before school… there's none better then Martha's"
"I'll remember that" I laughed as I took another bit this one bigger thin the first.
We sat in silence as I ate, he just sat there looking out in space. It was nice…it was so easy to forget that he was some random customer, instead of a good friend I could just sit and be safe and countable with. Too bad the moment ended as I finished last of the orange juice that came in a small little container.
"Well I'll see you around Briana" Alex said as he stood up, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.
" I think five hundred should be enough" he said as he placed the bills onto the table.
"uhm…" I didn't know what to say; to tell you the truth I totally forgot that I was actually working. This was one of the most unusual work sessions I had in a long time, and I'll can tell you some guys really did come up with some crazy shit.
"But… before I go, I'll give you my number so you can call me. You never know when you might need a teenage spy" he laughed bitterly.
"Oh… yah ok" I said stupidly jumping to my feet, hurrying for my purse that lay on the floor next to the bed. I pulled out my cell phone turning back to him holding it out for him to put his number in. After taking it and pressing a couple of butting he handed it back. Looking at it I saw the words Alex Rader blinking on the little screen. When I look back up I was surprised to he was already heading for the door.
"Rider, wait" I called out. He turned around, his dark eyes looking at me questioningly.
"Do you have a phone, you know… maybe you'd want some one to talk to again" I said nervously. He didn't say any thing for a moment, his eyes just staring at me as if he were looking for something. But then he nodded and stepped forwarded pulling his cell phone out and handing it to me. After programming my number in I gave it back slowly, not really wanting to. Because I knew if I did he would leave and I would probably never see the guy again. No matter if his number was in my phone or not. I stayed there in the hotel for another hour after Alex left, I don't know why. Maybe I was hoping he'd come back, but he didn't and eventually I had to leave.
As I thought, I didn't see Alex again. Three months passed and I didn't hear a word from the teenage boy wonder. Not that it was surprising. Form what he told me that night the head of MI6, Aalen Blunt had him pretty much on constant beck and call. But I still had to go on with my life and the thought of the night I spent telling a compete strangers about my life, was pushed into the back of my mind. That is until yesterday when Erica and I stumbled onto something we probably shouldn't have.
The two of us had come back to Frank's hang out after a night working. We were coming to bring him our night's urgings when the sound of a gun shot filled the air, and before we could even scream or think about running. The door on the far side if the room opened and a man never saw before stepped out a gun in hand.
"Hay" he yelled his arm razing to pint his gun at us. But before he even got the chance to point at us, we were running back out the door just in time for a pullet misses my head. That was yesterday night, and Erica and I've been dodging around the city running from the stranger and a group of other thugs.
"When the hell is your friend getting here" Erica hisses irritably.
"I don't know… he said he'd be here but he didn't say when" I said back nervously, this was the thousandth time she had asked that question and I was really beginning to think that Alex wasn't coming. It had been more that two hours since I talked to him, and he told me to come to this hotel. I was scared shitless, and I was seriously beggaring to doubt Erica's sanity. The girl was too bloody scary for words.
"Well, I'm leaving. I'm not going to say here and wait for some mystery guy that I never even meet let alone hear you mention" she snapped as she walked out of the kitchen her hills taping insensibly as she moved towards the door.
"no, Erica don't go" I called out but it was too lat she had already thrown the door open and was stepping out when she screamed.
My heart stopped as I was all but sure she was about to get a bullet in the head, when she stepped backward to revel Alex standing there in the door way.
NA: hope you like this, it's a bit ruff, but I think it's good so far. I'd so bloody appreciate if you review! Don't care what you say good bad… anything I'm desperate for human contact no matter how lacking it is… :(