Title: Confession
Summary: I noticed the lack of Ash stories. I really like his character(though not nearly as much as Yassen :D). This is basically Ash's life story, in my view. I will write it to be as realistic as possible.
Rating- This story is pretty much the same in violence as the real Alex Rider books. If you read them, you'll have no problem with this… (and I hope you do read them if you're reading the fanfiction for it XD)
A/N-This is a badly written prologue, but I was in a hurry when I wrote it. This story will contain many flashbacks and multiple POV. Polite people review!!! Oh, and sorry to all you people in the UK. I'm American and don't know all the British phrases/slang. I'll have to do my best with that though(feel free to complain…that's what I usually do…lol!!)
Disclaimer: If I were really AH, then I would be famous…which I'm not… Hey! Was somebody laughing???
Prologue/Chapter 1
"Frozen Tears"
Darkness engulfed his mind. The bitterness of reality had become too severe for him to handle.
What Have I done?
The simple, yet accusing, tone had bitten into his mind, unending.
The deep scar that Yassen had created once again felt fresh. And though a great deal of time had passed since his near death, the pain lingered on.
No.
Not pain…it was more than pain… Now it had become a permanent memory of the truth…
Truth…I never had it…
He never had to give way. No one had needed to force him. Why had he released the anger growing inside him?
'Jealousy', an unknown voice in his head shouted.
He was weak, so weak.
But I've always been weak… And now I've destroyed my one friend in the world. John ad respect for human life…but now me…
Ash felt sick to his stomach as a sinking feeling appeared. There would be no forgetting this now. It was over and done with, and he would take the fact to his grave.
To my grave…is that what I wanted? Taking a murder and betrayal to my grave with me?
Supporting his body weight with his shoulders, Ash lifted himself off the floor. There were no tears in his eyes, nor did he appear distraught.
To a simple, Ash would seem calm, simply staring straight ahead. That would be almost a lie however, because, in reality, Ash was screaming inside.
He breathed inward, deeply. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an object lying on his dresser.
It was a photo frame.
Ash numbly picked it up.
And…
John was staring back.
He looked different…happy in a way… His wife was smiling and showing clearly of pregnancy. He, himself, was not smiling…but he didn't need to. Ash saw the calm and…joyful expression in John's eyes. He had never seen John look as carefree as in this picture. And why shouldn't he have? He had had a wife that loved him, a son on the way, and would soon start a new life. John had a new purpose in life now.
He never lived that dream though…
He couldn't feel. He couldn't hear. Everything around him stopped as he shut his eyes.
He's not coming back. I killed him. I betrayed him. I destroyed what he loved.
The memories came crashing like ocean waves in his mind. They were liquid, slipping and coming as they pleased. He had no control anymore. He wasn't himself.
I've changed. I'm different. I'm one of them now.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and drew a breath.
But I'll never forget…