DISCLAIMER: YEA...NO. Do I really look that old? :O

This is how I imagined my Katherine originally. Enjoy my beauties. This rewrite is actually different then the original one. I also renamed it because as I wrote this I was listening to the song: She's a Rebel by Green day which inspired this writing in a way. You don't have to listen to it, I'm quoting random lines of different songs per chapter because they get stuck in my mind regularly.

Also The Art Of Teaching is gone...Rebel will live!


"See I'm too scared, to tell you the truth, and my heart can't take anymore, broken and bruised, longing for you, and I don't know what I'm waiting for," ~ Why don't you love me by Hot Chelle Rae ft Demi Lovato


Katherine Rider was a brunette haired 26-year-old with brown eyes with a green rim around them. Not many people knew that she was a spy for MI6, most would laugh in your face due to the hyper attitude and plain immaturity that she displayed. As a teenager, age 13 to be exact, she was brought to the bank on her birthday. Her never uncle Ian had unwillingly palmed her off to Alan Blunt and Tulip Jones. They sent the girl, with a lot of strings pulled, to Brecon Beacon's SAS camp. Usually it was reserved for males only, but with the Rider genes within her it was obvious the teen would get in sticky situations. She would need the knowledge of the men to help her out. It was unavoidable really.

Alan Blunt had only spent 10 minutes with the bubbly 13-year-old brunette, already he knew she would annoy the enemy like she annoyed him. The fact Blunt, who was the king at not showing emotion, wanted to blow her head off symbolised that she would need the training. Hopefully her shutting up would be a bonus. The teen grew up in a adults world, forever being treated like a kid. She found it infuriating since she had done more then most adults and had sacrificed her teenage-hood for the world. However her childish impulses refused to diminish. Often she carried out pranks or just plain refused to grow up. She was a rebel against a society that expected her to be mature.

Katherine also refused to take things lying down. It was a flaw just as much as it wasn't. She would refuse to be a push-over, but several times it made the situation worse. Such as the time that she managed to stop a bank robbery and managed to narrowly avoid a shot to the head because of her smart-arse comment. It wasn't because she was stupid. More like her survival instincts are seriously lacking. Katherine always managed to get caught, however she always got out with no problem. It was almost a game for her, seeing how long she could survive without sneaking out. A game the heads of Secret Operations disagreed with whole heartedly. They had learnt to hold off rescue teams for a week. If Katherine had not emerged by then she was either dead or found it impossible to break out - something that has yet to happen.

They always suspected Alex Rider, her younger brother, would be a natural at this profession as well. Katherine fought tooth and nail to keep her younger brother untouched and unharmed for as long as possible. She had even tipped Ian off, who had already began teaching Alex the basics to defend himself. Ian had set to work shaping Alex to be the spy he is today. He and Katherine hated the idea, but they preferred him alive and able to defend himself in any situation then unable. Everyone knows a agent with dodgy training is as good as screwed. Neither trusted the heads to give Alex decent training. Katherine, who had a photographic membory so able to learn a whole language in a week, the accent took another week, taught him French, Spanish and German as they lived abroad.

Katherine's photographic memory was a unique gift. Barely any agents contained it. Due to it Katherine had a high IQ, which, in Blunt's point of view, made her more dangerous then any other agent with childish antics. Katherine had many skills other agents did not, but she also didn't have the organisation, order and level headedness that others had to have in order to get the job. She was hot tempered and had a tendency to overreact with some drastic measure, like when she blew up the house because her boyfriend broke up with her. She was 15. But Blunt could not deny she was damn good at what she did. So maybe obvious flaws was in her technique but the job was still done. She held the top agent spot and was moving up the ranks. She reminded the old agents who had retired to desk jobs of her mother, who often came in for a yell at the heads.

She was a spit image of her. However they found the fact her personalty and attitude was a mixture of John and Helen Rider terribly amusing. John, who was laid back and likeable with a slight crazy twist was a favourite, despite his current residence, amongst the old agents. Helen, who's temper was spiteful and ready to lunge along with a fiery, stubborn personality clashed with John. They made the most perfect couple seen in MI6 for a while, and they still haven't found a replacement. They was confident if any was to rival theirs it would come of their off spring. Probably the eldest, she was undeniably pretty - that everyone agreed with.

As well as that she was funny - making everyone laugh without trying, way too hyper for her age, talkative, hot-tempered, full on and just plain likeable clashed with a fiery personality. She was also extremely protective. The agents, young and old, wanted her to find someone who will calm her down, else she'd force everyone into early retirement. Sure they liked her, but god she was tiring. They all knew her from her teens onwards and had never failed to smile at the resistance she showed to the way of life at first. It was simply laughable to see her then and see her now. The difference could even throw a Scorpia agent.

Unlike the other agents's who had seen too much Katherine's eyes was warm and invited people in. Many people who only knew her as a killing machine was confused by that. But everyone who got to know her knew she took everything in her stride and didn't consider things to the extent of a brain malfunction. It was refreshing to see someone at least a little bit unscarred. It gave them hope for the future. Every one in the building, even the low level agents acting as bankers downstairs, feared to see any child Katherine had.

It would not end well.


Katherine groaned and slammed a hand down on the alarm clock as it blared it annoying beep. She wondered why the hell it was so annoying before she slowly sat up. She hated mornings even more then she hated Scorpia. For those who was wondering, that was a lot. Scorpia was always trying to kill her and torture her. As soon as she found one of their workers she asked why they was so obsessed with her. Their response was a glare. She really wondered why, she didn't do anything wrong in her books. Katherine stumbled out of bed in her baggy jogging bottoms and loose white top with her hair in knots.

She stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen. 'Hey Alex. 4 men I don't know.' She greeted the 5 people at the table as she headed to the kettle. It was only when she flipped the kettle on did she realise. Katherine turned around to see a amused Alex and 4 men, that was honestly quite hot if she said so herself. 'Uhm...hey.' She grumbled.

'Kat, this is Fox, Eagle, Wolf and Snake. My Unit.' Alex introduced. 'Guys, this is Kat.'

'Don't call me that.' Katherine groaned. 'I'm not a fricken animal.' Katherine watched the water boil before thinking about getting a mug out. She grabbed one and set it on the side and spooned some instant coffee into the cup. She then grabbed the milk and poured some in, just as the kettle flicked off. Katherine stuffed the milk in the fridge and poured the hot water in the mug and put it back.

'Kat really isn't a morning person.' Alex informed his unit as I grabbed the mug and shuffled upstairs. 'Where you going, Kat!' Katherine mumbled something about castrating Alex that the residence at the table just caught.

Katherine settled infront of her vanity table and plugged her curling tongs in. While they heated up she applied a rim of blue eyeliner, a sweep of black mascara and lipgloss. She then set to work curling her hair. Once that was finished she turned the tongs off and plugged in the straighteners, waiting for her hair to cool. As soon as it was cooled down she lightly ran the straighteners around her hair. It was done so it only just added a small amount of pressure on the curls. The result was loose waves*. Smiling she unplugged the hair straighteners and downed the scolding coffee. She winced, standing up. She went to her wardrobe and put on a pair of denim short shorts and a ivory strap top. On top of that was her black, leather, studded waist coat. She stuffed on a pair of ankle socks and then put her tan knee high boots on.

Today she had to attend Alex's school dance with him as a security measure. She would have to work side by side with the SAS (in her experience they don't mix well). This outfit avoided her from changing again. Something she hated. Nothing got on her nerves more then a outfit change. She didn't see the point of it since your barely in the clothes you had on.

Really, Katherine was clueless to why some girls insisted on a outfit change. She mostly wore the same clothes over again. She took every shot she could informing people of the miraculous invention called a washing machine, which meant you could wear your clothes multiple of times.

People's stupidity really did amaze her.


* works on my hair