Frozen Freezer
Summary: Alex is captured and taken hostage in the cruel hands of Scorpia. Will K Unit find him in time?
Rated: T
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It had been a year since Alex's last mission, but he was no closer to being a normal teenager as he had so desperately tried to do. He had no idea if anyone was still out there, lying low, ready to get him.
As usual, before school he would meet up with his best friend, Thomas Harris, or Tom as he preferred it and then they would cycle to school together, as they did every morning.
Once they had got to school, on the bell but never late, they would walk across the school and into their tutor.
Mr. Bond would be taking the register about five minutes after they'd got in and sat down.
"Have you done the Maths homework?" Tom asked.
"What Maths homework?" Alex replied slightly confused.
"The simultaneous equations one,"
"Oh that, yeah I did it ages ago... You haven't done it have you?" Tom shook his head, Alex reached into is schoolbag and produced his maths book. Flicking to his homework page he let Tom copy his work. "Put the odd mistake in it, you aren't that bright." Alex joked.
"Shut up." Toms voice was totally flat, something he had learnt off Alex without him teaching it to him.
"Oh... Flat voice, ey?" All he got was a glare from Tom as usual. He scribbled down the answers, putting one mistake in the work, just as Alex suggested; it was never good when he was caught cheating. The bell rang and Tom and Alex made their way to Maths with Mrs. Green. She was grouchy and mean; everyone hated her.
It neared the end of the lesson, the time for when the homework was due in.
"Put you maths books open to the page of the homework in the front desk, if you haven't done it you have an hour detention after school on Friday."
Tom went up to the front desk with his homework. Mrs. Green gave him a surprised look before turning and talking to one of the students.
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The day went by quickly enough and it was soon time to leave, Thursday's were always the worst, one day before the Friday, when you're so desperately dying to go out with your friend on a Saturday afternoon.
Alex said good bye to Tom and cycled the rest of the way home on his own.
"Hello?" He called when he had got back to his house and dumped his bike on the grass.
"Alex!" It was Jack's voice. "DON'T MOVE! PLEASE!" Her voice was panicked.
"Alex Rider, the legendary teenage spy." A man voice could be heard from the kitchen. "Come here and she will live,"
Alex took a few wary steps forward towards the kitchen. He opened the door, afraid, for the first time, of what he might see.
"That's it come here Alex." He didn't recognise the man. He had a scar running from his left eyebrow down to his chin, passing his mouth.
He had an arm wrapped around Jack's neck and was holding a switchblade to her throat. Alex gulped silently. What the hell did he want? Alex thought.
"What do you want?" He said, aloud this time.
"You." Something hit him on the back of the shoulder and immediately he was on the floor. He looked up to see the man still holding Jack. There must be another guy in here, where is he? Alex looked around, and finally saw another man stood over him, ready to bind his wrists. Alex kicked his leg upwards, but the man saw it coming and had stepped backwards.
"Alex... It won't be hard to kill her." The man said evilly in a sing-song tone, and pressed the switchblade harder into Jack's neck, making it bleed. Alex saw the stream of blood trickle down the side of her neck and instantly looked away breathing heavily.
He let the man tie him up with ease and let them shove him into the back of the black van behind his house, without struggle; only looking back at Jack once and saw they had let her go. Her neck was still bleeding and Alex guessed it would scar. As he was dragged away he couldn't help but think of his parents and long lost family. Ever since this spy business, everyone had disappeared out of his life, there were two people he was determined to save. That was Jack and Tom. His best friend and his guardian. The only people he could trust. The only people with his secret of the 'double life'.
"What do you want with me?" Alex asked the man with the scar on his face. No reply. He asked again: "What do you want from me?"
"Silence!" Scarface snapped. Alex sat quietly in the corner of the van for the rest of the journey, with his hands bound uncomfortably behind his back.
It seemed to take them ages to get to their destination, but Alex lived it out, mainly wondering what Jack ad done since he was kidnapped. Had she gone to MI6, maybe phoned the police, maybe she was still shocked by the whole idea and done nothing? Alex was jolted out of his thoughts as the van came to an abrupt halt.
The back doors swung open and just as Alex tried to take in is surroundings, a black hood was put over his head and he was dragged backwards by two men to the holding cell.