Hello all who are reading this. So yeah, this was just an idea i had, today actually. What's written below was done in like 45 minutes at the the coffee shop at borders. haha. so yeah, the idea got stuck in my head and i just had to write it. I'm being bad actually. I should go update my fullmetal alchemist fic, but honestly i have no muse for it right now. :'( but anyway, i won't keep babbling. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll try to update soon. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yeah, cause if i wrote Alex Rider, or any book for that matter, i'd definetly submit my work to a fanfiction site.

Polygraph

3: 17 pm

"What is your name?"

"Clark Kent."

…

"What is your name?"

"Alex Rider."

"What is your age?"

"Fifteen."

"Do you work for MI6?"

Alex sighed and looked at the device recording his truths and his lies. He look to the man in front of him. He had a calm, passive, yet emotionless face and an air of patience about him. He had been doing this for years. Alex looked back to the lie detector. He knew that the machine was more of a fraud than most people thought. Nothing could tell for sure whether a person was lying. All the machine did was record breathing, blood pressure, heartbeat, things like that. And then the examiner would steer the person in the way they wanted to go, and since the person would be thinking that their every lie would automatically be known, they would get nervous and that in turn would set off the machine. Something like that.

He lied.

"No."

The pen moved in a different pattern on the paper before settling back into a steady line.

Damn, he had thought about it too much.

XxX

2: 57 pm

"What is your name?"

"John Redwood."

"What is your age?"



"34."

"Do you work for MI6?"

"No."

The man strapped to the cold metal chair stared straight ahead at the bland cement wall on the opposite side of the room. His face was blank. He did not allow himself to feel any emotions, rather concentrated on his breathing, his heartbeat, and his answers.

"Why were you in a restricted area at our facility four weeks ago?"

"I'm a reporter. I thought I could get a good story."

The examiner studied the hand drawing the line on the device. He had seen a slight fluctuation on the last question but it had been so small he wasn't sure if it was the polygraph or the man's answer that had caused it. After a moment, he mentally crossed it off as nothing.

"We are finished."

The guards on either side of the chair unstrapped the man and he stood up rubbing his wrists. The examiner made no move to leave but instead closed the open folder in front of him and switched it with a plain tan one beside it. The man briefly wondered if he was going to put some other poor soul through that after he had left. His thoughts were interupted as the door opened.

XxX

3: 20 pm

The examiner looked up to study Alex for a moment.

"Do you work for MI6?"

Alex knew there was no point anymore.

"Yes."

The examiner's face was cold and calculating, yet Alex was surprised to find himself pleased by the look of surprise in his eyes. After a moment, he looked back to the folder on the table.

"What was your mission?"

"To retrieve information about your organization."

The questions continued…

XxX

3: 00 pm



'John' groaned inwardly as he saw the newcomer enter the room. He was tall, with pale skin and dark hair sleeked back. He wore an expensive suit and a gold rolex on his right wrist. On every finger. He wore a ring, each with its own precious stone, except for the ring finger on his left hand, which held a plain gold band. He was the picture of class and elegance. And in the last few days, John had come to hate this man.

"So, John.It seems you were telling the truth."

"Seems I was," John nodded, not bothering to hide his dislike for the man as he glared at him.

"You know I still don't trust you right?"

"You know I still don't care?"

"You sure are awfully cocky for a common civilian."

"I'm a reporter."

The man's calm disposition changed in an instant. He grabbed John by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close.

"I am not to be trifled with. There's something you're hiding John, and I will find out what it is and who you really are."

John smiled pleasantly back at him.

"Give me a call when you do."

The next thing he knew he was shoved back and his head was cracked to the left and he ws tasting blood. He slowly straightened and rolled his jaw. He licked some blood off the corner of his mouth and looked back to the man, who now stood in a calm way that infuriated John (though he didn't show it). The side of his face stung and john was pretty sure he had the imprints of four rings on his cheek.

"Gentlemen, please escort Mr. Redwood back to his cell."

And then he turned and left without another look.

XxX

3: 25 pm

"We are finished."

"Thanks, doc."

The examiner ignored him and stood, collecting his folders, as the guards on either side of Alex unstrapped him from the chair. The pulled him up, each holding one arm and started to lead him to the door. As they passed the examiner, Alex saw a square piece of paper fall to the floor from out of a navy 

blue folder. As the examiner picked it up, he caught a brief glimpse of the picture before he was bustled off. And what he saw made the breath catch in his throat.

He knew that man.

He knew that man…and he knew that man was dead.

XxX

3: 05 pm

A faint smile tugged at the corners of John's lips as he was led out of the room.

He had beaten both man and machine.

The guards closed the door behind them as the examiner sat quietly looking through his papers.

Five minutes later, a blond teenage boy was brought into the room.