He was sitting in the study, all forms of light extinguished but for the moonlight which streamed through the window and lit his hair to an almost blazing blond-white. A glass of ice-cool water was held absent-mindedly in his hand while his other stroked his bottom lip in deep thought.
At first, the slight scratching noise didn't register. Neither did the faint thump that followed.
It was the blood-curdling scream of his name that was able to tear through his subconsciousness, and it grabbed his attention with the grip of a boa constrictor around his throat.
"Alex!"
It cut through the 4 am silence that had settled just as well as a gunshot would have, and the incredulity of what could possibly be happening froze Alex Rider for a second.
The fog cleared and he exploded out of his chair, out of the study, and was running toward the bedroom where Sabina Pleasure stayed, glass still in hand and all but forgotten.
He burst through the door and allowed every fibre of his being to turn to the experience that had kept him alive for so many years.
Tom lay on the floor, presumably unconscious from the bleeding gash on his forehead that he could barely see through the darkness. Sabina was easy enough to distinguish with her white shirt going starkly against the dark colours of the intruders. She was clawing and biting and kicking and screaming with all her might.
But it was her against three others, and they had come prepared. Alex realised in that split-second assessment, as two more intruders came running down the hall, that they stood no chance.
That didn't mean that they would go down without a fight though. Without another second lent to thinking, Alex threw his water at the one trying to subdue Sabina, he then proceeded to leap forward and bring the glass smashing into the side of the man's face.
Even as the fragile glass shattered with the force, and even as they embedded themselves into his palm, Alex gripped the remaining shards and brought it back into the man's face again, this time grounding it in.
He could hear Sabina yelling in the background as she scrambled away, but he ignored it in favour of a roundhouse kick, once again aiming to hurt the man's face.
Alex felt hands come around him and instinctively punched his elbow back powerfully enough to have himself released. He spun around and all he could see in the darkness was darker figures.
What the hell had they done with Sabina?
The soft carpet tickled his feet and he realised belatedly that he was barefoot. That put him at an even bigger disadvantage, but it didn't matter.
Almost blindly, although not quite, Alex punched and swiped and jabbed, trying to protect all quarters.
It was a losing battle, but he felt satisfaction with every blow he was able to land. All in all, it was only seconds, minutes at most, when they finally got to him with a hard hit to his cranium. Black spots danced in front of his eyes as he fought to stay awake, then he heard someone swear and something pricked his neck.
His last thought before he blacked out was that he really fucking hated needles.
Author's note: I'll be uploading the second chapter later tonight or early tmrw.
This story is going to get very explicit and may be unsettling for some of you. I advise that you try to read with discretion and apologise in advance, but I wanted to try something different and a bit darker, maybe a little more mature?
Review so I can have feedback and etc. i really want to know if this story will work or not.
KIL.
