Alex Rider: back in black.

Alex stared out of his bedroom window. Nothing would ever be the same not since jack died.

He remember that day he waited for her. A whole night he waited.

' he walked down the stairs just as the phone rang. Perfect timing. He had the hint that this was gonna be jack. She most likely stayed over a mates and forgot to warn me. Figures.'

he picked up the phone.

" Alex we need to talk" Alex would reconice that cold, uninviting voice anywhere. Alan Blunt had finally phoned.

" No thanks I've got scho-"

"Alex! this isnt up for discussion. royal and general bank BEFORE school" he answered as colderly as ever and Alex mentally groaned. First Jack. Now him." and if you dont come ... i'll be forced to send someone round to pick you. I look forward to seeing you. goodday."

" FINE!" Alex said not trying to hide his fustration. the phone line went dead and Alex slammed the phone back down into the reciever.

Grabbing his bag, he made his way to the bank .

It was a cold univiting day. just reflection his thoughts and feelings today. He pulled his bag onto his shoulder. Took a deep breath and stepped over the thresehold into the royal and general. Or should he say MI6 headquaters.

When he walked back out again, not fifteen minutes later. Alex felt something twinge in him. Not distray or anger or even sadness. But guilt. It was all his fault. He brought inoccent people into a situation that not even he could escape and because of one mistake she got shot down. Herderd like a sheep then cut lose.

Blunts wordslingered in his mind " Alex i'm sorry to inform you but miss. starbright, Jack, is dead" he had said it blunt. Straight to the point. No what he hated the most. Blunt had just... saud it. like it meant she was a waste in this world. Alex felt sick.

"Alex?" Mrs. jones stood in the doorway. arms wrapped around herself.

"Go away" but instead of shounting ,Alex only mangered a muffeled grunt.

"Alwx please-" but Alex was in no mood to listen. So he ran. Not once looking back. A huge weight seemed to shift in him.

Days passed and still he watched out his window. Hoping it was just a bad dream and that he'd wake and find Jack there. But as the days passed and he lost count. he also lost hope and became more and more depressed. Each time becoming less real.

"My fault" he'd mutter and cry. People phoned and they knocked but alex never left the window.

once again MI6 had left him in the dark. Back in the black...