One-shot for Alex Rider! I LOOOOVE this book! Bow down to Anthony Horowitz! Enjoy the story, and if you guys just so happen to read Maximum Ride then you can read my other stories.
Running Forever
Alex POV
I felt the wind whip though my hair as I road down a hill on my bike, heading towards my house. Today went strangely well at school. I didn't get tormented by passing students who think I'm a druggie or gang member, and no random assassins came to kill me. So today went fairly well, until I heard the sound of sirens. I pulled my bike to the side of the road and put my foot on the ground. I looked around, trying to find the source of the problem. I would have been on my merry way, but the ambulances and police cars had stopped at a house. My house.
I stood, shocked. I mounted my bike once again and raced towards my house where the mayhem was. I threw my bike in the nearest bush and ran through my front door. Where I found Paramedics and Policemen swarming the place.
"What the bloody hell is happening?!" I shouted. No one cared to answer me.
I stood on the side, so that I wouldn't get run over by people and took in my surroundings. I saw tons of fragile items, that belonged to Ian, broken and smashed. And near the broken glass I saw a pool of blood. My eyes widened as I saw who was in the pool of blood. My guardian, my sister, my mother. My eyes stung with shedding tears.
"J-jack!?" I screeched, walking towards the dead body of Jack. A policeman caught my arm.
"Son, we have to get you out of here." He told me in a stern voice. The situation started to set in.
"NO!!" I yelled, starting to run towards Jack, but the policeman kept a good hold on me. "LET ME GO! JACK!!!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.
"She's gone! CALM DOWN!" The policeman said to me.
My world started to fade as I kicked, punched, and destroyed everyone in my path. Finally the way was clear and I was able to see Jack's mangled bloody body. I let out a strangled sob as a punched the wall, leaving a huge gaping hole.
I turned in a circle, looking at the faces of the people that were trying to put Jack in a body bag. Someone started coming towards me, but right when the reached me I punched them in the face and ran. I ran down the streets, looking at people who's lives were nice and peaceful, people who would die safely in their warm beds and not a bullet to the head.
My vision started to blur as tears filled my eyes. But I still ran faster than ever, running from my horrible life, running from the memories, running from my past. No matter what happens in my life I will always want to run away from it.
Random short one-shot. It's not much, but I like being dramatic! R&R please.