disclaimer. dont own
this is a story told from Alex's parents in the afterlife. How they watch him deteriorate until he dies at age 16.
We stood there, in heaven. We watched our little boy. We watched him while he grew. Ian started to teach him things he could use if ever the two had to go on the run. Ian just wanted to protect his nephew, we don't curse him for that. He grew up, rather alone, but as a good child. We were very proud. Ian just had to get himself killed. Our baby had no more family. He still had that housekeeper that he was so fond of, and his friends. That was when started crying for our child. Alex was never so alone, he began to distance himself from everyone. He began his sadness.
That was when Alan Blunt came and sentenced our son to a life of fear, hatred and sorrow. He would have recovered fine if Blunt didn't do that. He went on to blackmail our baby. We were promised justice in this life, and were told he would suffer, as our baby suffered. He used him, again and again. He used him until he was so shrunken and empty it was wonder he was there at all. Then he let the security that was on Alex's friends go. That was the end of his childhood friend, his housekeeper, and his girlfriend and her entire family. After that Alex was just a shell of his former self. He was barely sixteen. It was not a surprise he snapped.
Alex went back to Scorpia, the place that was responsible for the death that he was ever close to and slaughtered every single one of them. The Venice base was no more than smoking wreckage. There was an estimated 23 dead. The island of Malagasto, where the training facility was located received an anonymous phone call. The Coast guard found over 600 bodies. After all of those deaths, he felt the compulsion to wipe out all those that were responsible for his transformation. He went to MI6. He forced them to shoot him. He had himself killed. He held Tulip at gunpoint. Said he was going to kill her for real this time. He wasn't, he never would have. He just wanted to die, but couldn't do it by himself.
Blunt. He broke our son, our baby. He killed him. He couldn't have left our boy alone. We are personally in charge of his hell. But our son, Alex, even here, in heaven, he could not be healed. Our 16 year old son! We have tried, his friends have tried, but he is too hurt. He is far too broken. We have tried to make this as comfortable as we can for him, but there is nothing we can do. Nothing can save our baby. Not in heaven, not in hell, not on earth. He, Blunt was responsible, and he will forever pay that price.