A/N: This is the sequel to "Apart of a New Game". So, here is chapter one of "Lucky Father, Luck Son". I hope you enjoy it. -Wolfwind97
(Tom)
Lost; that is the situation I am in right now. Abandoned; nobody to share my problems with. Unsure; I have no idea what to do. Bloody; the warm liquid dripped down the back of my neck. Bruised; dozens of them littered my chest, stomach and arms. Exhaustion; it clouded my mind and spread into my limbs. In other words, I was in a bad state. I ran into a dark alley and sat on the ground against a wall while trying to regain my strength. My eyes closed, but I did not sleep. My two decisions overpowered the ability to sleep, but I managed to think about what happened since Alex was killed saving us. I do not remember seeing Alex after he untied me from that bomb. Only when we were out of the building did we realize he was not among us. Moments later, the building exploded, destroying everything inside, Alex included. My best friend, Alex Rider, teenage spy, dead before reaching the age of fifteen. That was when my life started falling apart. My parents' did not understand and assumed I was over what had happened. At first, they acted like they were so glad I was alive, but it is not like that anymore. Their divorce made dad drink even more and he would come home every night in a drunken state that nobody could compare to. That was where the bruises came from. My mother and father started to fight even more, but it was violent tonight.
Angry yells could be heard from the kitchen as I sat at a small desk in my room, attempting to finish the day's homework. At first, I ignored it; my parents fought all the time whether or not dad was drunk. A loud crash was heard; the sound of glass shattering. I stood up and walked into the kitchen to see what was happening. A loud smack reverbrated off the walls and I walked faster. Dad had mom by the collar of her shirt with his fist pulled back and he punched her a heartbeat later. They were yelling cruel things to each other and mom grabbed a plate and threw it at him. Needless to say, she missed. Dad grabbed her by the hair and shoved her into a wall. The woman was crying and I felt sorry for her. I did not bother to say anything, I only jumped at my drunk dad. He fell to the ground after I jumped onto his back, but the alcohol in his system just made him fierce. Seconds later, I was pinned against the tile floor unable to block the fists covered in my blood. I could barely process what was really happening, but I realized I was calm. There was no fear inside me and my closed eyes opened just in time to see the fist hurtling toward me. It connected and the back of my head hit the floor and a trickle of blood started it's journey down my neck. I glared at the man as he raised his fist again. Then, a glass cup was thrown at his head by mom. The glass shattered when it fell to the floor, sending some of the glass into my shoulder and face. Dad was taken off guard and used the advantage. I freed my arm from the drunk and slammed my fist into his face, making the man reel back. I got to my knees and grabbed the broken glass to use it like a knife. Instead of charging me, dad ran at mom with anger shining in his eyes. I jumped to stand in front of mom and held the glass in front of me. "I'll kill you if you take one step closer." Dad did not stop. I waited until he was right in front of me before swinging the glass, cutting him from one end of his chest to his opposite shoulder. The glass broke on impact leaving a part of the glass in his skin. I punched him right where the glass was making him fall backward. He hit the table with his head and I honestly hoped he was dead. However, he was still breathing. I dropped the glass to the floor and walked out of the front door.
This is how I got here. The whole time during that fight, I knew how people were able to stay calm and think during a fight for their life. I was calm and planning my next move the entire time dad continued to punch me in the face. Now, I just had to amke a decision. I rose to my feet and walked for about forty five minutes to my destination. After a few minutes of arguing with some woman I did not know, I finally reached my destination.
"Welcome back, Tom. Have you made a final decision?"
I stared the man's eyes and I could sense the cold-heartedness inside, but I did not care. "Yes. I will finish what was started. I will finish eliminating Scorpia. I will become a spy for you, Blunt. I will avenge Alex Rider by destroying Scorpia."
The man smiled, "Excellent."