AN So this is my first story on fan fiction and I welcome any and all reviews. Currently I am looking for cover art so if you want to then send me something. I hope you enjoy the prologue!
The bus rattled down the dirt road, stirring up dust that flew through the cracks in the window. Oppressive heat, grit filled air, and thirty loud men covered in sweat did not make for a pleasant bus ride. They got on the bus two-and-a-half hours ago at the station which individuals had traveled even farther own their own to get to in the first place. The men joked and grumbled together as far back in the bus as possible. Besides their size they were the same as kids trying to act cool on a school bus.
One figure was different, but drew no attention to himself. Besides a few mutterings at the beginning of why there was a kid, he received no notice. He sat near the front of the bus with the hood from his sweatshirt covering his face. Slouching low in his seat he looked asleep with a protective arm around his brown backpack. However he was wide awake, too wary to let his guard down in front of others. For him the ride was uncomfortable. Even though he had survived worse physically conditions, the lack of excitement gave him nothing else to focus on. His mind desperately wanted to wander, but he refused to let it out of sheer stubbornness. This left him with just the heat to think about, which had become very boring about two hours and twenty-nine minutes ago.
The actions to blend in were very thought out. The boy had to force himself into the position of a slouch. The hood was perfectly positioned so that while it obscured what others could see, the boy still maintained unobstructed vision. This was no normal teenage boy, this was Alex Rider.
The bus eventually pulled onto the side of the road where a man in combats stood.
"Everybody out," the man yelled. "Anybody left on the bus after five minutes is binned."
The men scrambled to exit, but their lack of agility and group mentality caused them to form a pile-up. Alex strolled out the bus far sooner then anybody else and got his first good look at the man. The man was tall and whipcord thin with harsh nose had been broken at some point and reset. Alex gave an internal sigh of relief. He had never seen this man during his previous stay at Breacon Beacons. He was not foolish enough to think that he could avoid meeting everyone who had been at camp almost four years earlier, but seeing one right of the bus would not have made for a good start to hell.