Depth of Betrayal
The Rider family has many skeletons in their closet. Some are from Alex,
some from John, some from Ian, but the most, are from a totally unexpected
source, someone that wasn't even born a Rider.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider, normally I would try to write something humorous and witty here, but I am exhausted!
A woman nervously twisted her long hair around her manicured finger. Right in front of her stood a large floor to ceiling window. Normally she would have been able to see everything, or more importantly everyone that was approaching her flat, but tonight it was pouring rain, she wondered secretly if Julia had purposely picked this night because she knew it would be storming. That would be just like her.
Suddenly the woman tensed; she had heard a noise right outside her front door. Walking gracefully over to the door, she took a deep breath, and opened it. In truth, she had nothing to be frightened of. Julia was standing there, promptly at seven o'clock, exactly as they had agreed upon.
"Hello, Julia," the woman stepped aside to let her in.
"How have you been?" the woman sat down on her own couch, taking careful note that Julia had remembered not to use her name, you could never be too careful after all.
"Okay," she spoke the word almost as if she had just barely kept herself from spilling her heart and soul to Julia. There was such pain in the woman's voice.
"My God! Pull yourself together! You don't see me falling apart like that, my husband died long ago, did I cry once? No, I didn't, I moved on! Your husband died over thirteen years ago, you would think you would have moved on long ago!" Julia rarely let such a strong showing of emotion cross her.
"It's just…" Julia cut her off.
"It's just what?"
The woman tried to answer but just let out a dry sob.
"No, let me guess," a sneering tone came out of a normally emotionless woman, "you're worried about precious little Alex!"
Seeing the look on the woman's face Julia let out a triumphant snort, "So it's true, you really do care about him! Most people never would have guessed, after all you are the woman who had her husband murdered."
The woman on the couch's body was racked with sobbing. All Julia did was sneer and taunt her more, to think that they had once been friends was outrageous.
"And also…"
The woman spoke up in a loud raspy voice, "Shut up Julia! For once in your goddamn life! I don't give a damn about Alex! I just seem to have a problem with the fact that you are my friend supposedly, and yet you still feel the need to taunt me. It's almost like we're back on Malagasto!"
"I wish we were, I really do…" Julia's voice trailed off softly, this could not be the same woman who had just been screaming.
It did not take long, however, for her sneering tone to return, "But then you had to go get mixed up in all of that MI6 shit!"
"You know as well as I do that I didn't choose to," her voice was weak and her body limp.
"Maybe, I do, maybe I don't. What I do know, however, is that your idea, yes we are using it, will make SCORPIA very wealthy. That is not to mention the funds you will receive. After all, it was your idea." she gave her friend an indulgent, yet mocking smile.
The woman seemed to miss the sarcasm Julia had just exhibited, because for the first time that night she smiled, not some big fake smile, but a real one, "I guess so."
"That's it, just think of the money and you will be fine," Julia turned toward the door.
The doorknob was grasped in her hand when she turned back toward the woman still sitting on the couch, "And after all, what do the deaths of a few thousand teenagers mean when you think about the profit we will make off of it," for the first time she smiled, but before the woman had even looked at Julia, she had left, never to visit that house again, for in a bit of time, she would be dead.
A man sat reclining in a large, plush chair. In front of him sat a television screen, two women appeared to be arguing. The headphones he wore provided him with audio. Even though the woman called Julia never used the other woman's name, he knew it. How could he ever forget it? She was the woman that had tried to have him killed.
He moved suddenly as Julia moved toward the door. The entire conversation had disturbed him, but it was nothing compared to what she said next. Chills ran up and down his spine as he heard it. As he sat in the flat, he desperately wanted to get up, walk out the door, and stomp down to the woman's flat, he knew in his heart that he couldn't.
Not being able to just sit there though, he contented himself with picking up his cell phone and dialing a number he hadn't called in three months.
It rang four times before someone picked up, "Hello?"
"Yes, what do you know about what Julia is planning?" they never used names; it just made everything more dangerous. And in his line of work, the man tended to like to avoid as much danger as possible, as there would always be plenty to keep the adrenaline flowing freely.
There was a long pause before the man on the other end of the line finally spoke, "Meet me in the park at two o'clock A.M."
"Goodbye," the man went back to staring at the woman bawling her eyes out on the television screen. It tore him apart inside to think that this woman, the woman he had once loved, wished nothing short of torture and death on him, if she knew he was alive that is. No one knew he was alive, except for the man he had just called. He was his only contact to the world he used to be at the top of. At first he had savored the taste of safety. Since everyone thought he was dead, no one ever tried to harm him. But soon, he had wanted more. He had wanted things that this new safe life couldn't give him. He wanted his old life. It was like a drug, once you've had a taste; you can never quite manage to quite, no matter how hard you desperately need to.
Okay, here it is, long awaited by some (of course others didn't even know I was working on another story)
I will try to update this one as much as I can, but now that I have two stories that I will be updating regularly the updates might be fewer and father between.
If anyone has any idea who any of the unnamed characters are, feel free to PM me, or email me at:
anonymouschic at gmail dot com Sorry about the weird spelling, but doesn't seem to support hyperlinks, and that is what my email ends up as when I type it regularly.
-Marissa