A\N: I always wanted to know what made Alan Blunt so dull and indifferent so I wrote a fic about him. So here's the first chapter.
Disclamer: I don't own Alex Rider it all belongs to Anthony Horowitz.
Alan Blunt: A life story
Chapter 1: Childhood
Alan Blunt grew in an orphanage. He had been abanded there at the age of six months. His parents had left him at the doorstep, wrapped in a thin blanket. Inside that blanket his parents had placed a small piece of paper, a name tag, spelling his name- Alan Blunt.
Alan had been found on that doorstep by Anne, a helper at the orphanage. She had taken him inside and dressed him in nice warm clothing. After that she brought him a bottle of milk and fed him, then came the time to bring baby Alan to "the Mother".
"The Mother" was the head of the orphanage- no one knew her real name. She was a cruel woman. She beat the children, worked them all day and barely fed them. This was who Anne had brought Alan to.
They reached the door and Anne knocked. "Mother, may I come in?" She asked. "What do you want?" replied the Mother "It's me Anne and I have a newborn" she said. "Alright then" she answered "come in". Anne opened the old rotten door- creeeeeeeek!- and entered the room. The Mother was sitting up in her hard wooden bed, wearing her white nightgown. "Bring him to me" she said. So Anne brought forth the small delicate baby and placed him in the Mother's hands. The Mother stared at the baby for a moment and then said "We'll name him John" and gave him back to Anne. "Well actually" Anne said "his name is Alan, Alan Blunt". The Mother's head suddenly jerked upward " whaaaaaaa"!? She asked "how do you know that?" Anne handed her the small piece of paper "this was inside his blanket" she said. "Hmmm…" mumbled the Mother "take him to the cradle room".
The orphanage was a cruel place to grow up. They had to wake up every morning at 6:00 AM and be at a measly breakfast of stale bread and some milk, they worked hard doing all kinds of chores until 1:30 PM- lunch. At lunch they normally had smelly peanut butter sandwiches and if they were lucky- an apple. Then they had lessons. They were taught by a horrible teacher named Mr.Kernson. Mr.Kernson was a terrible man. He would beat them all the time even if they had done nothing wrong. He said that the beating taught them discipline and that discipline was the most important thing in the world. After lessons, at 8:00 PM, they had dinner which normally consisted of canned soup. Then they were sent to bed early- no talking aloud. Alan and his friends would of course disobey this specific rule and talk in bed until late.
Alan hated the orphanage more then anything else in the world and when he was seven years old he decided he would have no more of it, he would go talk to the Mother. So after dinner that night he hid in a cabinet until he was absolutely sure everyone was asleep. When he was absolutely sure everyone was sleeping he crept out of the cabinet and tiptoed over to the Mother's room.
Alan reached the room and pounded on the door. He heard the groan of the Mother waking up and then "Who is it!? And what do you want at a time like this?" Alan reply was loud and confident "It's me, Alan and I need to talk to you!" At first there was silence but then the door opened a crack and the Mother's head poked out. "You!" she yelled accusingly "Shouldn't you be in bed!" and she grabbed his hair and pulled him in. "Ahhh…!" he yelled as she threw him on the floor. The room was dark until the Mother flicked on the lights. Then the Mother's intimidating figure rose before and he filled with fear. "What are you doing here?!" she shrieked "And in the middle of the night!" the Mother glared at him silently. "I…I" he stuttered " I just wanted to leave the orphanage!" he yelled tears streaming down his cheaks . "Leave the orphanage you say!" she yelled "impossible!". " But.. but" Alan began " No buts!" she yelled "Now go back to bed! You'll get a beating for this". So Alan turned around and head for the door, hearing it slam behind him.
Alan knew he had to come up with an escape plan and so he spent many days coming up with plans and then rejecting them seeing that they made no sense. But finally, after weeks and weeks of planning he came up with a plan that just seemed possible.
A\N:I promise more action next chapter but this was necessary for the plot. R&R please!
