Disclaimer: I, Elizabeth admit that I do not own the Alex rider Series (Sigh)

Alex was sitting at his desk paying only half attention. He had nothing better to do because everything that mattered had been put into grays and blacks since that last mission. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, you could now see his ribs but he didn't care, because Jack was gone.

He wanted to scream, to shout, to do something, MI6 had said to live through it, not give up, and move on. As if they care. They had never left from behind their desks. They had never seen someone kill himself because of your decision, no, they knew nothing. It was social studies he remembered dimly, not really caring at all what the teacher was saying, only listening in the back of his mind.

The teacher was watching him in the corner of her eye with a little awe that he could demand so much attention by just sitting there looking straight ahead. He knew everyone was staring at him, amazed at what they saw. The young man had slight muscle just enough to be intimating, with amber eyes that whispered to that they had seen too much, that they could kill you with the same face, the indifference that rebels would only dream of one day they might achieve, the emotionless mask that hide you from everything you wanted to know. His hair was just the right length to look amazing on him and scream leave me alone. His mouth was set in a grim line that was deep set as if suggesting that it didn't smile much. He wore Cargo pants that hide inside one of the pockets, a gun. He wore a muscle shirt with a t-shirt on top as if he to make the girls faint.

The teacher, Mrs. Worelock called on Alex trying to catch him not paying attention, but with the same hollowness he answered, "The square root of 69 is 8.30662386"

The teacher started, he hadn't even looked at his calculator, "Yes, Alex, next time pretend to pay attention. Not all of us are as smart as you."
-Lunch Time

Alex sat at his table all alone because after Jack died had stopped talking to Tom, he just sat there eating but that was enough to make the school bully, Ted, mad because Alex wasn't doing anything. Ted stormed over and knocked Alex's lunch off the table. Alex, being Alex just looked up once and walked away. This just set off Ted because of the lack of response, he did the unbelievable, and he hit Alex.

Alex looked up slowly and everyone saw Alex's eyes. They turned black and everyone involuntary scooted back. The teachers stayed out curious about what he would do. Some people looked at Tom who seemed to be trying to come closer, his eyes filled with panic. Tom's mouth was open as if screaming an unheard scream. Ted took an uncertain step back as he looked into Alex's usually beautiful amber eyes and saw the killing machine that was hidden deep in the pit of them that had come out to seek vengeance. Alex walked quietly over to Ted looked him in the eye and round house kicked him in the temple. Ted didn't even have time to whimper before he was out cold.

Everyone except for Tom looked at Alex in shock. Tom ran over to Alex as he was about to hit Ted again. "Alex, Alex! ALEX! Snap out of it!" Alex froze where he was. He sat up his eyes changed again till they were amber again. Alex stood up leaving Tom and the stunned cafeteria in the dust. As he walked out, he felt every person's eyes on him.

As he walked around the hallways he saw Crawley. "Get your stuff. Someone notified the police, who told MI6. You're out of here." Crawley muttered gruffly.

In a way Alex was elated to go on a mission, to get away from his crummy life, to be someone else. When he was someone else he didn't have time to hide away in the depths of his brain. He had to act and think about the thing at hand.

"Alex, you are going to BB because want you to do some training." Mr. Blunt stated as if Alex should have known.

"We will be sending you in as some rich man's son, like last time. This time however your parents have no designated time that you will be spending at BB. Also we have arranged that you will be allowed to shoot a gun. Just remember where you were trained." Mrs. Jones supplied not stopping at the brief look of shock from Alex.

"Do you want us to arrange you to be in K-Unit, because you were monitored by one of our insights and did not seem to get along with them." Blunt said obvious to Alex's nervousness.

"Yes sir, how much time do I have to pack? Yes, I can be with K-Unit." Alex asked in monotone.

"You have two hours."

And that was that, Alex was going back to BB the only hell he'd ever known.