This is my first AR fic, so I hope it gets some good reviews. It actually was a flash fiction story I wrote for English, but out of my summer vacation boredom I decided to changed a few things and make it into a short AR fic. Hope you like it! Remember to drop a review!
erin!
IT'S ONLY A MEMORY
A flash of lightning pierced the night sky as two figures darted through a dark alleyway. The slightly shorter figure happened to be a fourteen-year-old spy working for the secret agency, M16; while the taller figure was an assassin who belonged to a secret, illegal organization stationed in Canada. His duty was the eliminate anyone who found their headquarters.
Alex Rider, the young spy, was now running toward the city's water tower. When he reached its base, he jumped onto its ladder and began to scale it with excellent speed. After reaching the landing, Alex looked down--the assassin was half way up the ladder. The spy cursed under his breath, and ran to the other side of the landing. Soon he heard footsteps. The assassin had arrived.
The fourteen-year-old felt glued to where he was. Seconds later he heard the sound of a pistol being loaded. Rider spun around and came face to face with the barrel of the assassin's gun.
Just then a lightning strike illuminated the man's face. He was grinning, but it was a grin only a mad man could possess; it made him appear immortal--as it he had some of Satan's blood pulsing throughout his veins. Rider began to tremble with fear.
"Are you… frightened, boy?" the Canadian mocked. "You didn't seem frightened when you trespassed on private property."
"If it was only 'private property', why are you trying to kill me?" Alex spat back. "What is it you're hiding from me along with the rest of the world?"
The assassin laughed. "If I told you that, then I'd definitely have to kill you."
"You're gonna anyways, so why does it matter?"
"Because it would ruin all the fun we're having," snarled the man.
By now the assassin had Alex cornered up against the water tower's railing. Alex knew if he didn't think of something quickly, the assassin would blow him to smithereens. Miraculously a plan entered his mind. He knew it was weak, but it was his only chance.
Alex closed his eyes and let out a long, slow yawn. Moments afterward the assassin released a similar yawn. The spy jumped at his chance and delivered the hardest blow to the man's jaw that he could produce. Reeling back in pain, the Canadian pulled the trigger on his pistol. Several shots rang through the air.
Alex was running for cover when a bullet ricocheted off the water tower and hit him in the side. The teen stumbled forward; pain surged through his body. When he put his hand to the wound, he felt blood on his fingers; but he knew he wasn't going to die--at least not yet.
Gathering his last bit of strength, Alex ran completely around the landing and attacked the assassin from behind. The man lost his balance and his hold on the gun. The weapon fell over the railing, and just as the man lurched forward to grab it, Alex kicked open the swinging door his enemy was leaning on. With a scream of disbelief the assassin fell to his death below.
Exhausted, Rider collapsed onto the floor. Dizziness was starting to wash over him from a loss of blood. Everything was becoming blurry. I'm gonna die, he panicked in his mind. I'm going to… going to…
Alex bolted up right in his elevated hospital bed. He slowly moved a sweaty, shaky hand to his side and felt his bandage.
"Relax," he told himself. "It's only a memory now."