On top of the roof
The air is so cold and so calm
I say your name in silence
You don't wanna hear it right now
Yassen stared at the sight before him. Alex Rider, last of a legacy was standing on the edge of a roof top, staring fixedly down at the busy street several floors below. "Alex" the name broke from Yassen, almost involuntarily. Alex didn't even acknowledge him.
The eyes of the city
Are counting the tears falling down
Each one a promise
Of everything you never found
Yassen stepped forward, unable to understand. At the sound of his boots crunching in the snow, Alex turned to look at him. Yassen's eyes, usually stoic, widened; he remembered Alex the boy who had been so full of life and drive. The eyes looking at him now were dead. Alex looked old, to old. Something had hurt him, broken that spirit that had drawn Yassen from the first.
I scream into the night for you
Don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through
They're deceiving you
Don't jump
Don't let memories go
Of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump
"Look who's here. You don't even have to try to kill me this time." Alex's voice was dry, sarcastic.
"Alex don't do this." Yassen commanded, falling back on the only thing he knew. Alex's smile became deranged.
"Are you going to stop me Yassen? You don't kill children, but adults are no problem. I'm 18 today, suddenly I become okay to kill. Isn't that right?" Alex cocked his head studying the assassin.
You open your eyes
But you can't remember what for
The snow falls quietly
You just can't feel it no more
Yassen wondered if Alex could even see him. The boy's eyes were completely dead. Alex the person had already given up, this was just the body going through the motions of living, and even that was failing. Somewhere in Yassen's chest, something ached.
Somewhere out there
You lost yourself in your pain
You dream of the end
To start all over again
Yassen could remember seeing other people lose themselves in what they had become. Hell most had broken after going through far less than the boy, no man, in front of him. "What happened Alex?" 'What made you lose yourself in this pain? How can I help?'
Alex shook his head, "What do you care?" He started laughing, a truly horrible sound which shook the man's frail body. "I'm 18 now, so shoot me. Take out that nice gun I know you have somewhere and just shoot me."
Yassen shook his head. "You don't want that." I scream into the night for you
Don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through
They're deceiving you
"How do you know what I want?" Alex screamed at him, eyes widening. "You, MI6, no one knows, because no one thought to ask, or care. So shoot me! Go on shoot me dammit!"
"I told you to get out of this world when we first me." Yassen countered smoothly.
There was that laugh again. "Yes, great idea, like I hadn't already thought or that. MI 6 wouldn't let me, and unlike you I can't just ignore the laws whenever it suits me." Alex turned back to the view
"Go. If you won't shoot me then just go. I'm not a child; I don't need someone watching me."
Don't jump
Don't let memories go
Of me and you
The world is down there out of view
Please don't jump
Don't jump
"Don't jump Alex." Yassen was as surprised as Alex looked at the pleading in his voice.
"Why? Why care if I jump or not. I'm not my father, I'm not Ian, I'm never going to be like them!"
Yassen stepped forward again, and this time, Alex turned to face him fully. "I'm aware that you are not John. John was strong in a way you have never been. You are not Ian; Ian accepted his job and loved it, as you do not." There were tears in the younger man's eyes. Anger and pain brought up, with only Yassen Gregorovich, assassin extraordinaire to see.
"Yes John was so strong; Ian was so good at his job." Alex's voice was bitter
"But you have something John never had, you have a strength Ian could only wish for."
Alex sneered, "What my 'pathetic' morals?"
"You've been in this business for years, yet by the time most have either burned out or become hardened, you still possess the ability to cry."
"Isn't this the very definition of burn out?" I don't know how long
I can hold you so strong
I don't know how long
"What happened Alex?" Yassen asked again. Alex wouldn't meet his eyes for the first time. "It's only burnout if you take that step." Yassen stepped forward holding out his hand. Just take my hand
Give it a chance
Don't jump
"Please don't jump."
Suddenly Alex launched himself into Yassen, knocking both of them back into the snow. Alex was sobbing into the assassin chest. He sounded like a dying animal, and Yassen just wrapped the teenager in his arms, holding as tight as he dared. I scream into the night for you
Don't make it true
Don't jump
The lights will not guide you through
They're deceiving you
Don't jump
"I was caught in Moscow two weeks ago. They chained me to a wall, who the fuck still uses chains anyway? But the guard Frank he-" Alex broke off suddenly, and Yassen felt the cold for the first time in years. Gently he took Alex's face in his hands and tilted it up.
"What did he do to you?"
"He didn't – I mean, I stopped him before-" Alex looked away, but Yassen was having none of that. "I can still feel his hands on me, they were hot, and it was so cold in that room." Alex was bordering on hysterical. "I still have the marks. It's stupid I've been hurt before-"
Don't let memories go
Of me and you
Alex was cut off by the Russians lips softly pressing against his
The world is down there out of view
Yassen pulled back studying the shocked, tear streaked face. "Tell me you killed the bastard." He could hear the rough tone to his own voice. Alex nodded and Yassen kissed him again, still soft.
Please don't jump
Don't jump
Alex slowly wrapped his arms around Yassen, leaning into the kiss. "Alex" Yassen breathed pulling back from the younger man. "Won't you get into trouble with Scorpia for this?" Alex asked, even though he didn't really know what this was.
Yassen stopped to think a moment. Trying to ignore the heady feeling of possessiveness that touched him, he considered. He wanted to pick Alex up, and take him back to Yassen's flat. That would be career, if not very real, suicide. One look at the spy still sitting on him, made up Yassen's mind.
And if all that can't hold you back
I'll jump for you
"You're more important." And Yassen Gregorovich, assassin for hire, allowed his heart to rule his head, and called a cab for himself and Alex Rider, MI6 agent.