A/N-This is my first story so please review! I wanna know if it's good or not!

P.S this is the second version of chapter 1 so thank you Leisa Hawk09 and Ichime for the fab reviews an d thank you The winged colonel for adding this story to your favourite list!

P.P.S I think my goldfish is dead but it may not be-Harry Hoodini is a wonder fish-she once went missing and we were sure that the cat had her but in the morning, I went down stairs and looked at her bowl. Sure enough there she was as right as rain! I just hope the same thing can happen again-fingers crossed!

Love

Kitxxx

"Happy Birthday, Alex!" the man snarled. "I hope you like your present!" .The man could barely be seen in the dimly lit room that Alex was in. Alex was half sitting, half lying in an old hospital bed. He could barely work out what the man was saying as his jaw had problems but he could easily imagine. Then the man walked out of the plain room cackling as he did so. "Phew!" Alex sighed in relief although he still had a bad feeling in his stomach about what was next going to happen next. Did the man really just walk out the door? Would he come back bringing something in or would something make its own way in? Alex was tense and helpless.

There was nothing he could do to defend him self or run away. He tried to psychologically prepare himself for what ever surprise was on its way next. All of the criminals he had previously encountered had been psychos; the one who had just been in the room was exactly the same. Not knowing what was going to happen next was the worst bit. The man could bring anything in or make anything happen. For all Alex knew, the bed he was propped up on could explode any second now. A sense of uneasiness crept through Alex's body. "Help." he squeaked uneasily. He stood up and shuffled forward a little bit aiming to walk to the window. Just then anxiety got the better of him and he collapsed. Luckily he fell onto a chair that stood by the bed. He felt a pang of sadness inside him. He felt sorry for Jack. She loved him like he was her own child. What would she do if something happened to him? Something more serious then getting shot just above the heart?

Alex began to feel less dizzy so he heaved himself up, off the chair and shuffled back to his bed. He flopped down, his heart leaping a mile a minute out of his chest. Apart from the sound of his heart he could hear nothing. He could smell nothing too and that made him worried. No one in the world, whether it be the normal world, the spy world or the criminal world, ever ever made false threatens. "What's happening!" he asked himself over and over again although no matter how hard he searched his brain for answers, he never got one. He began to panic and lost all of his senses. How much time had past since the door had slammed shut? A minute? Half an hour? An hour? A day?

Suddenly the door creaked open again and Alex could just make out the outlines of four giant reptiles. Their scaly skin glimmered in the faint light. The great beasts opened their humongous jaws revealing rows of razor sharp teeth that shone like a jewel would in the sun. It seemed to Alex like they were leering at him. He tried to act cool. It didn't work. He felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. He was sure he looked like he had been electrocuted. Alex felt his skin go as white as paper and his body temperature plunging to an astonishingly low number however he was sweating like crazy.

His head was ringing and he couldn't think the straight. The immense pain he was having to put up with in his shoulders wasn't helping matters at all. Ever since his encounter with Desmond McCain and the crocodiles, the beasts were the animals that terrified him the most. One look at those liquid, muddy brown eyes was enough to send shivers sprinting up and down Alex's spine. He wanted to cry but he couldn't. He wanted to scream but he couldn't. He couldn't do anything-he was paralysed with fear.

Before Alex realised what was happening, the biggest and fastest one jumped onto the creaky hospital bed that Alex was lying on. He felt all of the air being squeezed out of his lungs under the colossal weight of the crocodile He had been in situations like these before-so terrified he could barely speak, relying on his reactions and instincts to save him. He forced his mind to work now. He thought of an idea and then either forgot it or remembered the circumstances he was in. Then he would try another one in vain and the process would be repeated in his brain until he ran out of ideas. " Right," he wheezed to himself. "What next?" but his mind was blank. Well it wasn't blank but he was being distracted by the animal that had made him its arm chair. He remembered watching a television program with his Uncle Ian about crocodiles. " Now whatcha must never do when you're in a situation where you're confronted by a bunch of crocs is look 'em in the eye!" The T.V. man had said.

Alex did his best not to look into those eyes but he couldn't help it. His mind wandered and as a result of that, so did his eyes. He looked into the eyes. They were cold eyes, icy cold eyes. There would be no mistaking that the beast was evil. Alex tried to shake and move his head away to face the opposite direction of the ugly, evil face that he was staring at but he couldn't. It was like the animal had hypnotised him. Alex's head refused to move just as his eyes refused to even flicker. It was as if Alex and the beast were having a staring competition. In the end, Alex won. That was when it decided to make its move. Although Alex could practically see the reptile's brain thinking and he could almost hear its brain ticking, Alex wasn't a mind reader and he didn't know what was going on in croc's mind. The crocodile lurched back with his jaws open wide enough for an elephant to fit in. Then it lunged forward.