A/N
So hey to anyone who may be reading this. As you can see, I'm new to this app/site and I'd appreciate any feedback you'd be willing to give. I don't bite. I promise. ;)
I don't know if you've ever heard of it, but Wattpad is where I currently write anything to show to the public. I just recently discovered FanFiction and decided to try it out!
So here I am!
This book is actually completed and I'll be uploading a chapter every other day right now.
This book is also the very first book I'd ever written and I haven't really edited, edited it like I need to. (I literally had no idea what I was doing.) But this book has a second one that I can safely say is a lot better.
So bear with me please. I hope to rewrite this book in the near future!
I don't own Anything Alex Rider related!* But I do own the plot and my characters!
Enjoy!
{MI6 headquarters, London}
Mrs. Jones (POV)
Two Light Bombers fly over the rundown observatory, each letting a single GBU-53/B small diameter bomb drop from them. Walls immediately crumble, dust exploding everywhere, ground shaking tremendously. The last of Scorpias people run out of the exits in a panic, agents from MI6 corralling them up and assisting with any injuries. K Unit from SAS on standby for extraction. The bombers make one more pass, each deploying three bombs this time. And when the shaking of the ground finally stops and the dust in the air settles. K-Unit lead by Wolf, make their way inside. Fifteen minutes later, they reappear at the doorway, the body of a bedraggled young man laying limp in Wolfs arms. They appear worrie-
A knock on the door breaks me from my concentration, eyes flickering over towards the door.
I keep my hands paused over the keyboard, fingers posed to continue my report that was due last week.
Another knock sounds on the door.
"Come in." I look back down at my computer-screen, my senses now on full alert.
The door opens.
Glancing up, I see it's the new intern. I let myself relax. Rolling my neck to get the cricks out that currently plague my joints, I get started back to typing my report.
And that's when I notice it's awfully quiet in here. I look back up and see he's just standing there, looking quite uncomfortable if I do say so myself.
I tend to do that to people.
"Mrs. Jones?" He hesitantly asks, shifting his feet around while looking down at the floor.
A couple seconds tick by.
"Yes." I ask monotone.
Startled, he takes a step back, his face swinging up. "I um, just came to t-tell you t-that you have a message Mrs. Jones." He stutters out, his face going a shade redder.
I raise an eyebrow. "From?" I question, still monotone.
He looks genuinely confused, glancing down at a piece of paper in his hands. "Um, the Hospital." He timidly says.
And with that one word, my heart feels like its literally stopped.
Please don't let it be bad news.
"What's it say?" I quietly ask, sitting up straighter.
"It just says...He's awake." He replies, voice fading.
Oh thank god. It's been a week since he was rescued and immediately rushed to the Hospital. His condition critical.
He'd been in a coma that whole week, the Doctor saying he might not make it. But now he's awake.
I shouldn't have doubted him. If anyone could make it through this...this ordeal, it would be him.
I sink back into my spinning chair, twirling around to face the window. My resolve to finish that report, disappearing completely.
"Leave." I quietly demand.
Footsteps, then I hear the door click shut.
Turning back around, my eyes land on a stack of files that I can't find the heart to put away.
Slowly, I reach out and pick them up. Reading the names that I've looked at so many times over the last month.
JACK STARBRIGHT
DECEASED
TOM HARRIS
DECEASED
EDWARD PLEASURE
DECEASED
LIZ PLEASURE
DECEASED
SABINA PLEASURE
DECEASED
It's hard to believe that just a month ago, they were all alive and kicking. And now...
Now, they're six feet under the ground.
I sigh. I suppose I should go visit him now. But I can't seem to get up. I lightly laugh. I don't think anyone would be particularly excited to go and visit someone that has all the reasons in the world, to accuse you of ruining their life.
Which it is my fault.
I helped ruin it. I should've stopped this sooner. But No. I had to go along with it and now look what's happened.
Scowling at myself, I stand up.
Time to face the music.
I start walking towards the door, but a single, abandoned file catches my eye. Stopping me in my tracks.
I delicately pick it up. The thick, rough paper scratching against the skin of my hands.
Walking over to the file cabinet, I open it up, placing the file inside. Once I shut it, I let a deep breath out.
That last file's name will always be branded in my brain, for as long as I live. Along with plenty of other things.
Then a thought strikes me. Stopping me in my tracks.
Who is he going to live with now?
Everyone's gone, and in the state he's in I can't just let him be sent off to some orphanage.
I can't keep him, he needs a good stable home that's far away from here.
Far away from this horrible spot.
He's only 15 years old, and yet he's gone through more than most adults go through in their whole lifetime.
There has to be something I can do.
Another thought hits me. "Lucy." I mutter out loud to myself.
That's it. Why hadn't I thought of that possible solution before?
Lucy lives on a farm in North America, Ohio. It would be perfect, she's always wanted to be a foster parent.
And there's still all summer before we have to decide what he's doing for school. He could help out on the farm, get better, then maybe even attend the public school there.
I walk back over to my computer. Sitting down, I pull up her Email.
We still talk frequently, but I haven't actually seen her in-person since we got out of College.
However many years ago that was.
I think it's high time for a visit.
But I can't tell her everything. I'll just have to leave out most of the details.
I frown.
More like everything.
As I begin typing, my mind flashes back to the last file. And I see the bold words engraved on the front.
ALEX RIDER
PERMANENTLY OUT OF ACTION
A/N (Yes another one.)
As I said up there, I'd appreciate any feedback possible!
Also! This book has some content that may be sensitive to some viewers. Rated PG-13 due to; Mild language, blood, and descriptive torture scenes.
