*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Hi! :D So I'm really excited to post a story! : ) I've been on fanfiction for awhile, but only reading other people's fics…. Never posting. So it's very exhilarating to actually be writing and posting a story! This is my very first fanfiction ever! So please give me feed back : ) Hopefully it's constructive, but I'm open for anything. Since this is my first fic, I'm intending this to be a oneshot.. but if I get more ideas, I might post other stories that surround this one. I haven't decided. Please read and enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to say I own Alex Rider, I can't… because it's classified information… yeah… that's why.
A Scratch at the Door:
He looked up. "Did you hear that?" he turned to the girl sitting beside him. She looked at him curiously. "Hear what?" she asked looking around. Not wanting to upset her, the boy
smiled, "Oh I thought I heard your mobile go off. I guess not." The girl sat back looking relieved. They went back to watching the movie. The boy smiled and couldn't help a slight roll of the
eyes as Toby Stephens delivered his line "Are you a gambling man Mr. Bond?" to which Pierce Brosnan wittily replied, "If the stakes are right." For some reason the boy found these spy
shows funny, in a morbid sort of way.
He waited a few more minutes and then stood up announcing he was going to get a drink from the kitchen. He turned to the girl and asked if she wanted anything. A small smile
crossed his face as he took in the girl's appearance. She sat, her slim, yet curvy figure leaning slightly forward, her entrancing green eyes watching the television, missing nothing. He
enjoyed watching the play of emotions that crossed her face as James Bond just barely got out of a sticky situation. The girl tore her gaze from the TV, blowing her bangs out of her face,
and looked at the boy. Green met brown as her eyes searched his, asking a question that she didn't voice, 'oops' the boy thought, 'stayed too long' he smiled at her again, his serious
chocolate eyes showing a warmth that many thought would never return, a sharp contrast to the cold, stony stare he showed the rest of the world. Then he turned to leave.
His last mission had been quite a doozy. He was left feeling broken, numb, and empty. Until she came into his life. Suddenly he could feel again, hell, he could smile again and not just a
shadow, a real smile. He felt alive and whole, something he couldn't remember feeling ever since this whole nightmare had started. He shook his head and told himself to focus. He really
needed to check out that noise he heard.
When the boy entered the hall he froze for a moment. "There it is again." He mumbled to himself. It sounded like someone was scraping the lock; 'picking the lock' he amended. He
heard another noise around back. Instantly he was on full alert. He turned on his heal and walked back to where the girl was seated, still watching the movie. The boy walked up to the girl
and laid his hand on her shoulder. She looked up startled, she hadn't heard him come in. She opened her mouth to chide him for sneaking up on her when she noticed the look on his face,
serious and determined, a cold and calculating stare with a hint of worry hidden deep within his brown chocolaty orbs. He raised his finger to his lips and signaled her to follow. She got up
quietly, his hand still wrapped protectively around her upper arm. He lead her silently to the stairway but just before they started to climb the steps he leaned in and breathed in her ear
"Follow me closely and step only where I step. Try not to make any noise." She nodded her head, her eyes showing him just how scared she really was. He squeezed her arm reassuringly
then dropped down to hold her hand instead. The scraping noise was getting more persistent. Together they climbed the stairs silently, the boy making sure they missed all the creaky
spots. Just as they reached the top and the boy was pulling her into his room, the front door slowly creaked open. 'Good, if they're still trying to be quiet, then they don't realize we've
caught on' the boy thought.
Once they were in his room he grabbed some items from his bedside table and pulled an object from under his pillow, tucking it into the waistline of his jeans. He walked over to the
window and peered out. He opened it carefully and motioned her over. A creek was heard from the stairs. The intruders were getting close. The boy and girl looked at each other. They had
to hurry. The boy helped the girl climb out the window onto the tree branch just outside.
Someone tried the door knob of his room. Swearing was heard then there was a loud bang in the hall and the door flew open swinging off its hinges. Men dressed in black uniforms and
masks swarmed into the room. All had guns trained on the young man standing by the open window. The young man had his back to them as if he was going to climb out.
The boy looked at the girl and mouthed instructions. "They don't know you're here, stay hidden until they leave. Don't move a muscle because it will attract their attention. Once
they've left, go to the Royal and General bank and tell them what's happened." If the girl was confused about these last instructions, she didn't show it, just nodded and accepted them. Her
eyes glowing with a new determination. 'Part of why I love her so much' the boy thought to himself.
A cold voice from behind spoke up "If you move we will shoot you. Now slowly turn around." With one last glance at the girl, eyes telling her things that words could not, the boy
turned, his face becoming an impassive mask. "Now, slowly bring your hands out to where I can see them" the boy did as he was told, his face giving away nothing, eyes cold as flint. The
cold man smiled a ruthless smile and signaled his men to apprehend the boy. Two of the men in uniform grabbed the boy's arms and held him there. The cold man walked up and hit the
boy on the temple with the butt of his gun. A grunt of pain escaped the young man's lips before he could stop it and the boy sagged in the uniformed men's arms, a line of blood dripping
from where he was hit, a bruise already forming. The cold man had a cruel smile on his face, he allowed a bit of triumph and accomplishment to show in his evil gaze, "Welcome to hell, Mr.
Rider. I hope you will enjoy your stay". And with that Alex passed out.
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~Rielle