Well this is my first posted story. Mixed feelings about this but since i've finally built up the nerve i'm posting it. This is an Alex Rider fiction set several years after Crocodile Tears, if Alex makes an appearance he'll be an adult. In no way is this going to be an Alex/OC fic! Unless something changes... which it might...

I'll stop before i go off rambling!

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognized as Anthony Horrowitz's!!!

The girl was sitting cross legged on the lip of a fountain. Her attention seemingly on the sketch pad in her lap as her hand moved at a constant rate. She was drawing a profile of a man that had been sitting on a bench not to far away, apparently just enjoying the nice day. Her long black hair created a curtain, hiding her face from the man. Her clothes were tattered looking, the jeans had holes in the knees and one on her thigh, her black tank-top was solid but had a stiff look to it, her tennis shoes had seen better days but were also still intact. The only jewelry she wore was a chain necklace, the charm hidden beneath her shirt's neckline.

She finished the picture with her signature in the bottom right corner and flipped the book shut as she stood. She stretched, her muscles tight from being bent over for so long, and looked around her. She glanced the time from a passing man's wrist watch and saw how late it was getting. She hesitated briefly before starting off in the direction of where the man was sitting.

She was aware of the man walking in the opposite direction. They would pass in front of the sitting man at almost the same moment. Even before she actually saw the gun she felt adrenaline rush to her heart.

The man raised the gun level to the sitting mans chest in one fluid movement. The teen lunged forward at the same moment, her sole purpose to get her hands on that gun. She hit the mans arm right as he pulled the trigger. Instead of releasing her grip she dragged the man down with her. All of her 110 pounds landed on his arm resulting in a resounding crack as the bone broke. He lost most of the ability to make his gun hand function and the teen ripped the weapon out of his weakened grip and tossed it out of reach before scrambling away from him.

The man was on his feet instantly and advanced on her. She dropped into a battle ready stance and met him with a viciously fast and strong kick to the chest and followed it with several more kicks and punches of which he could only stop a few. The man finally gave and took off at a run. The teen watched him go to make sure he wasn't turning back before turning to where the man had been sitting. When she didn't see him there she turned further and saw him with the gun in one hand and her sketchbook in the other, his dark eyes were watching her every move.

"Those were some pretty advanced moves...?" he left the statement in the air.

"Ary. Ary Normith." she told him calmly as her adrenaline rush started to abandon her. Her sharp silver eyes were going between her sketchbook and the man's face.

"Thank you for your help Miss Normith. Your quiet the little artist. How old are you?" he asked Ary.

"Old enough. Can I have my sketchbook back? I really must be on my way." Ary said insistently as she took a step towards the man.

"Where are your parents? Surely they'd like to hear of this." the man prodded her.

"It's none of your business. Now please give me back my book so I can leave." Ary insisted.

"I don't think you fully understand your situation Miss Normith."

"I understand that I have a place to be and I intend to get there. Keep my book if you must but I'm leaving." Ary said sharply and turned to stalk off only to be met with a powerfully built man. She didn't have to look to know she was surrounded. She glared furiously at the man in front of her.

"This is for your own safety I'm sorry to say. I'll explain more later but for now you need to come with us." the man she had sketched said.

"No." she said flatly. The man must have given a signal, the men started towards her, boxing her in. "I'll fight." she warned them but the men didn't hesitate. In stead of waiting for them to reach her Ary met the first guard she had seen head on and landed a fast punch to the stomach, doubling him over as she turned to her next opponent. She caught him off guard as well with a roundhouse kick to the head that sent him sprawling. The other three proved to be a challenge. They had gotten an idea of what she could do and she lost her advantage of surprise. She held her own against them and managed to keep track of the first two guards but she had forgotten about the man she had sketched.

She tensed as an arm grabbed her from behind and a needle entered the tender skin of her neck. Her vision began to swim as she jerked her head back trying to hit the man in the nose. The man kicked her feet out from under her and before she could retaliate another set of arms grabbed her legs. She struggled but her movements were weakened by effects of the drug she'd been given.

"This is all for your own good Arybella Normith." was all she heard before she blacked out completely.

It will become clearer next chapter, promise! and the next chapter will be longer as well. I'm shooting for at least three reads and one review before i post the next chapter so if you do read, please review. I love getting tips and critisism of all types! well, i don't love flames but they work to. I'm about to start rambling again...