Alex Rider POV
They say life is precious and sacred I couldn't agree less. There were times when I believed that I would die and never see my family again; well the little I had left anyway. I knew it was wrong to want him. Yassen Gregorovich I mean. He was the sun in my dreary wide world. Although he was also my enemy, the bane of my existence, if people like him did not exist I wouldn't be where I am today. Cold and unfeeling even if I traveled to the Sahara Desert I would still be cold. When I am near him though I feel electrified and hot, oh so hot. I feel alive again. I did everything for him I went back to SCORPIA and joined to be close to him. I kill to make him proud. The only thing is he's dead. He died a long time ago almost 10 years. I can't let go of him though. I'll drown. I see and hear him sometimes just standing there guiding me through a normal day in the world which I call a slaughter house. I'm sure I'm crazy; in fact I almost know I am. I loved him, I still do. I cling on to his memory to preserve every part I ever had of him. The sad thing is he never knew. I like to imagine he would have loved me back if I told him all those years ago. I visit his grave on Malagosto every day and lay black roses every week. I sit and talk to him I'm always smiling when I do. He's the bright, hot and glowing sun. I always thought suicide was a cowardly option but now, not so much. Its time I was ready to be reunited with the one I love.
Third Person POV
So as I stand here and watch Alex Rider shoot him self through the head .I wonder if there ever was hope for him. Even if he attempted to live a normal life he would still be the hunter and the hunted. Spies and Assassin's join this life knowing what they were walking into, Alex wasn't so fortunate. His life was tragic and I as a seasoned Assassin would not wish his life on anybody. As Alex Rider drew his last breath I promised myself he would be buried next to the one he loved. My father Yassen Gregorovich.
