Hi all! It is CC HELL here. Mortalena is a character I have been working on for a long time. She was introduced in my very first short story, and it's time she saw the light of day. So say hi to Miss Mortalena, your new best friend. Oh, disclaimer: How many of you really thought that I was Anthony Horowitz? No one did!
My name is Mortalena. Well that isn't my real name, I left my real name behind long ago. To protect everyone and everything I once loved. I know one other person like me. His name is Alex Rider...
The first time we met we tried to kill each other. I mean, he works for MI6 and I work for the new MI6, the secret underground intelligence agency that no one knows about. Least to say our fight ended badly. He kissed me then threw me of a cliff. It was a nice kiss, and the only reason he decided to throw me off the cliff face. It was also my first kiss.
The second time we meet we tried to, yet again, kill one another... neither one of us succeeded in winning. We were in my lonely home. He was holding a gun to my head and I just smiled.
"Alex, do you really think a measly bullet could kill me? Or you?"
"No, not really, but its worth a try."
He offered me his hand before helping me up. I cried out. He managed to stop me from falling and gasped as he saw the damage he had done. He had hit me in the side with a heavy metal pole, one of my ribs were sticking through my side. We both paled.
"Oh, crap!" I muttered, and fainted. Well, not fainted, just sort of collapsed into his arms. He pulled out his phone. There where only a few contacts there. Tom, Jack ,Sabina, the bank and a name I recognised.
Tulip Jones.
He pressed that name, pulled me closer as not to drop me.
"It's okay. Hey, you will be fine." Alex waited. I was getting paler and just at this time I realised he didn't know my name. I manged to utter two words before I passed out.
"Mortalena Exet," and then lost consciousness.