Inside Lingo
by Kiamii
WARNING! MAJOR! This. is. Scorpia. Rising. Spoiled. If you are about to read it and have not read it yet, do not, I repeat, do NOT read this story yet. If you wish to spoil it, feel free to do so, but it's your loss. I about died reading that book.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Alex Rider. All similar sentences from Scorpia Rising do not belong to me and are used entirely for fun.
Summary: Scorpia have finished what was started. Now the aftermath has just begun.
Birds weren't chirping and that suited him just fine. With light brown hair and serious, dull eyes, the fifteen year old former British schoolboy got up from his bed and looked at the room he was now residing in, his eyes taking nothing in. Like they have been for days. Sabina and her parents were probably still asleep. Alex's shirt was matted in sweat from the nightmares.
The dreams.
Jack. The one who had been there for him every step of the way. The older sister he never had. Tears coursed down his cheeks like they had in the face of Grief and Razim all those weeks ago. His eyes shut themselves tightly, trying to erase the pain and misery welling up inside him as he remembered the explosion in the desert that took his guardian and best friend from him forever. The burned car displayed almost mockingly on the screen as he had been forced to watch. Razim had been right, Alex recalled; That the power of emotional pain far exceeded that of physical torture and death. He preferred to be dead, but he knew he couldn't do that.
Standing up, he allowed his body to walk him to the shower. He remembered idly, when everything hadn't gone to pure hell for him, thinking about how in the shower through the blast of hot water that he didn't belong to anyone -not to Jack or his school- but he lost both of those now. His home he grew up in, his guardian, and his own life before. He had deleted his facebook, never to look back at it if he could help it. No longer hanging out on the King's Road with Tom Harris and James Hale. He was no longer in the rowing club or playing soccer in London. He collected himself and prepared for the day, stepping out of the shower and into his sleek bathroom.
Wrapping a towel around himself, he glanced at his body in the mirror like he had always done at first. This was the first time he had actually done so. Having had light brown hair instead of his fair hair when he was fourteen had been genetics, and Alex wondered if he should dye it darker. He was fifteen years old and already felt like he had lived his entire life and was around eighty. He was five foot ten like before and did not even resemble the little-boy looks that Alan Blunt and Mrs. Jones had used against him time and time again. Longer hair helped a little.
Making his way towards the bedroom he dressed in a red shirt and dark jeans. Leaving his hair ruffled, he headed downstairs and prepped up a cooking pan. He was okay at cooking, having been taught by -remembering with a twinge in his heart- Jack who always joked he needed to know if he wanted a wife one day. He cracked the eggs and let them sizzle, thinking about his life here in San Francisco, America. The country Jack pleaded him to go to. Edward Pleasure had been like an adoptive father, registering him for school. His real name was used, Alex Rider. He had started school two weeks ago and was beginning to grab some kids' attention. He didn't mingle though, couldn't yet. Sabina was a year ahead of him and she seemed to be the most popular person in the school, but he didn't want to ruin her reputation and he told her that. She didn't care. She always spent time with him now.
He had gone into the tennis team and so far was doing good there. Soccer was his pastime that would never leave him either at the very least. They didn't have rowing here, but Alex was alright with that. He swapped the former sport for rock-climbing. As he pulled the eggs onto a plate, he heard footsteps and turned around to see Elizabeth Pleasure. She was a pleasant lady and she did her best to mother Alex now that she had legal rights over him. He allowed a small smile grace his normally blank face. It had been hard getting back into the life style of a teenage boy, but it seemed he was at least managing.
"Good morning Alex," she said with a hint of a smile in her tone as she put an arm around his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek in a motherly way. At first he had barely spoken anything and even though his spying days were truly over, the damage had been done. He had even flinched from contact for weeks on end and it wasn't until about three weeks ago he had started smiling a little and talking, though it sounded weak and emotionless. Elizabeth truly worried over the boy who had saved her husband and daughter. She had learned that he had been a spy formerly and she did not care, but merely sought to help him.
"Morning Mrs. Pleasure," he said formally. She sighed. She had tried to get him to call her Elizabeth but he was still on the mend it seemed.
In truth, Alex felt that one day he would be normal again. It would take weeks and probably years, but he was no longer a spy. Though he was aware of the espionage backgrounds and inner workings, he had left it behind in another country. Another life. Jack was with Ian, his mum and dad and anyone else who had died in the world of MI6. It was morbid irony that they all died in some sort of transportation vehicle though none any actual accidents. Jack's parents had been told she had died in a car explosion, but not the why or how. They had asked him through phone once, but he had responded in a dead voice that chilled them to the core.
Sitting himself down with Mrs. Pleasure, he reflected that it would never be over, but until he got used to life once more and saw the light out of this much longer tunnel, it never would.
Author's Note: Just saying, you did this to yourself if you didn't read the book yet. I just got finished reading it and really wanted to write something about it. It was short because it was a small muse. Hehe.