Shot
"Alex, you need to go!" Yassen said in an urgent tone.
"Daddy, I can't, you've got to come!" People were closing in on them, about 35 men all armed with machine guns, dressed in navy blue as for England.
He put his arm up and 5 guards came forward, "take him to the safe !" The guards knew what would happen if they failed; death.
As a group they walked silently to the safe-house, one minute there was guards around the Russian boy. Next they were all dead, and he was pointing a gun at a child the one he's supposed to kill. "Put the gun down" a cold voice said. Slowly the man turned around and found a gun pointed at his chest. "Sorry." He managed to shoot the boy in the chest just above the heart.
(Yassen's p.o.v)
I was never more scared in my life to see my son go down by the MI6 man, quickly without hesitation I shot him twice: in the heart and brain.
I guess that was the task to shoot my son and leave, because the men left. "Get a doctor!" I shout out loud. "Little Alex stay alive" I whipped my face from the tears that was falling down my face.
(Alex's P.O.V)
I looked as blood pooled out around me, I wanted to shout to get my dad's attention but I couldn't, my breath hitched in my throat. Images flashed through my mind of: my dad, family, guards, and trips with Uncle John Rider.
(AN: hey I thought of this when I was racing (swimming) and now I finished writing it! Tell me if it is good)