Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider or anything associated but I wish I did. I guess I own Napoleon and other original characters to some degree.
Note: This is my first and maybe only fan fiction, so please be kind. I really wanted to try something a bit different. Point Blanc and Scorpia Rising are (for some reason) my favourite book in the series. If you can find typos please report them to me.
The woman kneeled on the ground in front of Napoleon, snivelling as he held the shot gun to her forehead. Being the oldest, he was the first one who was called upon to shot the intruder. His father expected it to be done.
"Shot her, Napoleon - in the way that you've been shown." Dr Grief encouraged him.
Napoleon loaded the gun and placed his finger on the trigger. She could have been a spy sent to pry on the business of Dr Grief or simply a lost skier. She had to be killed regardless of where she came from.
The woman broke out in tears, "Si prega di avere pietà , lasciami vivere per i miei figli!"
Napoleon had no idea what she had said, but it was obviously a plea for mercy. Dr Grief would obviously not show her any mercy and Napoleon obviously wasn't supposed to either.
Dr Grief's encouraging voice disappeared and was replaced with a growl, "Do it, Napoleon. You're eleven years old and truly ready to do this."
He looked at woman watching him; she was middle aged, had dark hair in a ponytail and wore a grey jacket as well as a blue beanie. The part he remembered most vividly were her eyes, they were dark and filled with so much anguish, shock and despair. Something deep within him said 'no'. He didn't know why, but he couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He lowered his gun and looked down. He couldn't bear to see the look on his father's face.
"No? What is wrong with you, Napoleon?"
Napoleon felt like such a failure. He didn't cry though - they were always beaten when they cried - so he just stood there watching the floor, looking like an idiot.
"Julius!" Dr Grief had called in his youngest brother.
Julius came rushing in, it turned out that Julius had snuck out of bed to watch what was happening. He was identical to Napoleon, only younger by two years. His brother looked at the woman and would see an opportunity to please their father. He would also enjoy causing the woman pain. Napoleon decided to run away and hide somewhere within the castle, knowing that he would be punished later. He and his brothers were supposed to be perfectly identical in every way, from the way they ate to the way they spoke. Napoleon didn't understand why he felt like he was different.