Alex Rider: Music At Midnight

By: Lauren

Prologue: The Arrival


Playa Grande Beach, Dominican Republic, 19th May, 2 A.M.

The sea reflected the light of the peaceful moon. Because of the heat of the day before, some locals were still swimming to cool down their bodies. The most of them were drunk, as there was a salsa party a bit further down the beach. The music was heard in the entire village. People were laughing. Couples, who didn't existed before the limit of four glasses of tequila, were kissing in the shadows of the palm trees. And six men were sitting in front of a fire, eating rice while watching all the villagers dance.

Behind all of this, one man was smoking a cigarette in a old cabin. One of many cabins. Put down in the hope to welcome the boats filled with tourists. But they were long forgotten. Not a big surprise, just a couple of screws were keeping them together. As he blew out his smoke, he suddenly noticed a young girl approaching him.

"Hey lovely lady, how would you like to have a very nice time with this guy. All night?" he spoke to her in the local dialect. She smiled and twirled her hair. It fell over a strapless white dress, which highlighted her strongest points. She looked at him with her deep blue eyes. Eyes that were too serious, had seen too much.

"Well, I would love to, actually." With a big smile, the man put out his cigarette and hold her hand to guide her to his old Ford Mustang. "A beautiful silver necklace you have there, miss ..."

Three days later he was found dead in his car. He was shot professionally, no single evidence was found. The only clue there was, was a inexplicable grin on the victim's face, staring in the eyes of death.

...

England, 23th May, 10 P.M.

A perfect night for watching the stars. Surely according to the children playing into the woods around the village. They ran home to take their little play telescopes, while screaming names of all the zodiac signs they knew.

A tall man was watching all of this. He was leaning on his balcony with a glass of red wine into his hand. Laughing. How can innocent children grow up to be such pains? he regretfully asked himself. Then he looked over the garden of Melmount Castle. In exactly 3 weeks my plan will be done, he thought while gently moving towards the white rosebush growing underneath the balcony.

He picked out a little rose. And I will take my revenge… Step – he pulled out one of the rose peddles – by – another one – step - the rose was pulverized.

"Sir Thomas, I'm sorry to interrupt you." A small man came inside.

"But I came to say –"

"What?" Sir Thomas asked with a lot of irritation. The butler disturbed him in his important thinking.

"She's ready…"


My first fanfic ever! Please be gentle with your comments. Please help me out by giving me some pointers. Thank you! :)