Yo! wazzup? This is my last post for the rest of the summer, see my profile for more details! Anyway, I LOVE Alex Rider, I've wanted to write him for a while! I don't own anything, and review, review, review! :)
Chapter 1.
Sometimes, when Alex thought about Jacks death, he cried.
Other times, when his 'Family' as he called them, talked about it, behind closed doors and in hushed tones, he sat there like a rock, stony faced, while his 'Sister' looked worriedly at him.
They didn't know about his earlier involvement in MI6.
They didn't know about the agents that tailed his route to school everyday. They didn't know about the bulletproof vest he wore, or the small gun hidden in the form of a black cell phone.
They didn't know about Sabrina.
But they knew about Jack.
MI6 had told them that Alex had been kidnapped, and Jack had gone to hand over the ransom when her car had hit a land mine on the property where the kidnappers were hiding out.
They were told that Alex saw it all on camera.
Alicia, his 'Sister' was a nice, sweet girl. The kind that was popular because people loved her, not because she dressed like a hooker.
She looked out for him at his school. She had accidentally known him before the adoption, and the rumors, when they'd run into each other in the library and chatted for a while.
When Alex had been handed the paper with the name of the family he was going to live with, the last name was a little fa miler, and it was nice to know he didn't have to live with complete strangers, anyway.
The vest he wore everyday was uncomfortably tight around his chest as he walked to school on that cool October morning. Alicia took the bus, be he always walked or rode his bike.
He didn't like the stares. And anyway, he met up with Tom on a side street everyday, so it wasn't all bad.
Tom had been the best friend he ever could have wished for, never asking questions when Alex would stop and stare off into the distance, or when he would ask for a hall pass and not show up for the rest of the class. He knew that Alex was having a panic attack, or under too much stress.
The first few times Alex had asked for a pass, Tom went and got one too and tried to help him, but Alex asked him to stop.
Alex didn't need help. He knew he would get through it. He always did.
He saw Tom, standing beside the same bench, the same street lamp as always, and they fell into a comfortable silence as they walked the last few blocks toward school.
Alex looked over his shoulder, like he did every day, searching for the random homeless man, or the black, tinted window car that was there every day.
They weren't there. His tail was gone. Alex supposed that they thought he was safe enough, now that he was back in the normal world.
He and Tom lost themselves in the crowd in the hall when they reached school.
The whispers that had followed Alex a few months ago were nearly gone.
Sometimes, people would talk about how bad they felt for him, with his parents, uncle and housekeeper dying like that.
But most of the time, they gossiped about 'That Alex'. Why his eyes looked so haunted, why he never hardly talked to anyone but Tom.
Theories used to fly around like wildfire, but in the past month they'd calmed down. Of course, there was still enough to keep the schools gossipers interested.
Why, they wondered, did Alex not go into the C.P.S.?
Why, before his housekeeper died, had he never shown up for school? And as always, there was still the many scars across his torso that were visible in the boys locker rooms.
The bell rang. The inevitable noise always grated on Alex's nerves. He and Tom walked down the hall into their first class, taking their customary seats in the back. Alex neatly arranged everything on his desk. He was a good student, fantastic even, but he felt no connection to this place anymore.
The teacher walked in as the second bell rang.
Class had begun.
Lunch was chaotic, as always.
Alex sat at a crowded table, for Tom. Tom liked to talk to other people, and Alex didn't. Alex always spaced out during lunch hour.
At first, people would try to draw him into the conversation, asking him about his interests, what he was doing on the weekend, but after they noticed his lack of interest, they stopped trying and talked to Tom.
The bell rang. People got up, cleared their trays, still chattering.
Alex dumped his partly eaten lunch in the trash, and walked out without Tom, who was currently asking out a girl from French class.
Alex went into the boys bathroom for a minute to relieve himself, then back into the hall. He passed the principal, and he nodded politely before moving on.
Alex walked into his next class, which was already full. He had sent to much time in the bathroom.
He quickly took his seat in the back, and pulled out his textbook and opened it to the correct page. It was getting to be a long day.
He was in History when it happened.
He had a seat by the window, and he had already done the worksheet the teacher had set out for them, and he was staring out the second story window.
At first, he thought the figure walking across the grounds were just security, but the way he kept looking behind him made him think differently.
He looked closer. He wasn't wearing the security uniform, but black, simple tee-shirts and jeans.
With MI6 printed in white on his boots.
And he had a gun.
Alex raised his hand and asked for a hall pass. The teacher was used to Alex asking and handed it over without a word.
Alex walked as quickly as he dared out the class in through the halls.
What did MI6 want with him? They had promised to never contact him again. Of course, there was always the off chance their being here had nothing at all to d with him.
Alex made it to the front steps without being detected, and he stared around the front lawn, looking for the MI6 agents.
Nothing.
Alex turned left and walked stealthily along the side of the school building, keeping an eye out for camera's.
"Alex Rider?"
A deep, menacing voice said from behind him. Alex spun around to face a tall, dark skinned man in his late forty's, in the Mi6 uniform.
"Yes" Alex said. He took a step back. This man's 6 foot 3 was intimating to his 5'11 stature, and he had to tilt his head back to look at him properly.
"We were told to come and get you. Your needed again, Mr. Rider" The man said.
Alex's heart sank. Not again. Not ever.
He wouldn't do it.
"And why is that?" Alex said, his voice growing angry. "I was told I'd never be contacted again by MI6, MI5, or the government!"
"Well, we lied" The man said. Alex took another step back from the man. He was about 4 feet away from him now.
"Your a MI6 agent, right?"
The man smiled, showing a gold implant over his left canine
"Of course, Alex."
Alex turned and ran back the way he came.
He didn't run up the school steps, as that would be putting his fellow students in danger. He passed the steps, and he heard the heavy steps of the man behind him.
The man was fast, but Alex was faster, and he shot by the windows of classrooms on the ground floor.
Alex glanced briefly up and noticed that he was almost to the window below his classroom.
He could just make out the top of Tom's head, where he was sitting near the window.
His attacker was about 15 feet behind him, and gaining.
Alex's bulletproof vest was restricting his breathing, and he was slowing. He reached into his pocket and gripped the black cell phone.
It tripled as a gun, phone, and he could hear conversations from 300 yards away if he wanted to. Tom had tried to persuade him to use it to spy on the girls in the ladies room, as they were known to gossip at the sinks, but Alex had flat out refused.
He brought it out of his pocket, and pressed a small silver button on the side. A panel at the top slid sideways, and a small gun barrel slid outward on the right. Alex turned the gun sideways so the side with his gun finger was on the button trigger, and stopped.
He turned and pointed the gun at the man, who halted and raised his hands above his head.
"Put your hands behind your head!" Alex shouted. The man complied, keeping his right hand, which had a large gold watch on it facing Alex. The clock part of the watch was on the inside of the mans wrist, which was facing Alex.
"Now, now, little boys shouldn't play with guns" The man said. Alex ignored the jib and said, "What's your name!"
Alex cocked the gunaphone and stepped closer to the man. The man took a step back and said quickly, "Monty, Phillip Monty!"
"And what are you doing here!" Alex said, running his finger over the trigger. He would shoot, if he had to shoot, but not to kill.
"Egyptian Secret Services sent me, to ask you about a business opportunity!"
Monty's eyebrow twitched, and he wiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead.
"I don't believe you" Alex spoke quietly, and quickly. "I'm giving you one chance to leave, and never come back. I'll shoot if you do one wrong move."
The man smiled cruelly.
"Now Alex, we both know you won't kill me. But me... Now, I can kill you"
He lunged, and Alex pulled the trigger.