It's not easy discovering that everything you've lived is a lie or rather several hundred layers of lies. To discover right after everything is said and done that those all too important figures who were always in the back of your mind were merely fakes. No, fakes are the wrong words, hired actors? It's now as I stand here staring at her body that something clicks, but only slightly; almost like when the second hand moves a millimetre forward. I suppose that this was always going to happen. It's just sad that protection never quite seems to do just that. John and Helen Rider: a nurse and a spy. I feel as though a part of me has just disappeared, gone. The fairy tale book closes. Wake up Alex – come back to reality. Hmm, reality isn't so cosy. This story is a sad one, that's for sure. I wish that they hadn't told me. So this is the story of my inheritance; an explanation of the actors in the photograph, the uncle who wished for another, the god-father the betrayer, the father the murderer and the mother a lost soul, all drifting in an ocean of lies and blood. My name is Alexander Rider, but you can call me Alex. The woman at my feet is Emma Black, she would call me son.
A/N: This is an AU fiction and will involve a couple of original characters - I will be sticking to the book storylines (when the past catches up to the present) with a few obvious differences. I've been debating on writing this for a long time, so I hope you enjoy it. Read and review is a lovely thing to do. Chapter length will be considerably longer than this prologue ~ Scribble.