MURDERER

Summary: What happens when Alex Rider goes back to Scorpia? He becomes a double agent and when doing so figures out that his family is ALIVE!

Extended Summary: when all that is done all the men in the Rider family has to try going back to normal life that proves difficult when Alex has a secret job that may get them all killed.

English

Hurt/comfort/crime

Rated – t

Alex R/Cub- Ian R- John R- Yassen G- Wolf- Snake- Eagle-Ben D/Fox

A/N: story begins after the bold!

Yassen Is SEXY- I have privet messaged you and I hope you say YES! But I have already gotten it down on my computer. Oh yeah!

Hope you like the changes!

For my mother who passed on

Yassen Gregorovich Cossack.5 /Aleksander

Chapter 1: of Murderer

Alex Rider's p.o.v.

I was sitting in the corner, in a well-known café in Paris, France. The sun was bright and made my blond hair pale, and made my brown eyes shine golden. I was fit and some asked if I was a model I guess if you define this than you'd get me: black button down shirt, rolled at the sleeves and three buttons undone and navy blue shorts and black flip-flops

Guess that was model material.

The reason I was here was unthinkable, but I had to do it and that reason was I didn't want to be used anymore and that also meant I would have to make my own decisions.

Last week I had thought about all the people I had killed and felt a sickening kind of pleasure that I could and would be feared, I would complete what my father, uncle and Yassen couldn't do. No longer was I 'innocent' little Cub/Alex.

When I killed Julia Rothman, Major Winston Yu, Damian cray, Niles and all those others I had hid behind the law, and claimed it was too save lives. Cause what was one life compared to a thousand or million?

At that time I didn't know and now I do, I am older and so much wiser.

Now there weren't a lot of people in the café at 5:30 pm so when the door opened and a familiar gust of Davidoff cologne hit my nose I knew who it was instantly. When I looked up sure enough there was the man I had grown up with for the first 13 years of my life.

He still dressed expensively with his pale blue button down shirt, darker blue suit jacket and the same colour pants.

I smirked.

It was him.

It was really him

Ian Fucking Rider

He was a fucking bitch with a stick up his arse. He was also a traitor.

Gave me up to those whinny bitches of the so called MI 6!

He gave me NO CHOICE!

But I would get my revenge, he would pay, pay yes he would.

Ian James Rider would die by my hand and no one else's.