Alex Rider Fanfic
Sorry I kind of suck at titles
Rated K I guess. That's all audiences right?
Featuring: Alex, Jack, K-Unit, Tom, Smithers, and Mrs. Jones
Set after the last book, but Jack is still alive
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Anthony Horowitz's characters, or any of the other things mentioned like iPhones, Angry Birds, James Patterson novels, etc.
Chapter 1:
Alex muttered equations under his breath, staring up at his living room ceiling. He was trying to do his maths homework and ignore the boy that was currently tearing his kitchen apart, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Finally, Alex heard a noise like a breaking glass, accompanied by a yelp of pain, at the exact same moment that the phone rang. He glanced between the phone on the coffee table, and the kitchen, trying to decide which was more important.
"I'll take care of Tom, you grab the phone," Jack said, coming down the stairs. He nodded, grabbing the phone and answering.
"Mr. Rider?" A smooth male voice asked. Without waiting for a response, the caller continued. "The Royal and General bank requires your presence this afternoon to discuss your account details. Your car shall arrive in thirty minutes." With that, he hung up on Alex, who blinked at the phone for a moment before setting it back on the table and heading into the kitchen.
Tom was sitting at the kitchen table, wincing in pain as Jack cleaned glass out of his cut hand with antiseptic. She'd had a lot of experience patching up Alex's various cuts and bruises, especially over the past two years.
"Tom, hold st-" Jack started to admonish him, then stopped when she saw Alex. "Who was it?" She asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
"MI6," Alex stated, his voice bitter. "The car arrives in thirty minutes."
"Again?!" Jack exclaimed, overpowering Tom's protests. "Isn't it bad enough that they almost got me killed in that explosion, and made you shoot your own clone?"
"Yes, but they can still take away your visa and blackmail me other ways," Alex sounded a lot older than his sixteen years. "It's easier to just do what they want."
Later, at MI6 headquarters:
"Ah, Alex," Mrs. Jones, the head of MI6, was sucking on a peppermint candy. Again. Alex wondered how many candies she ate in a day. "Your next mission will be your most physically grueling, which is why we're sending you back to Brecon Beacons again for a month first. You will be pretending to be an enemy spy while on your mission. There is a criminal organization calling themselves the Creators who are experimenting with human DNA. They are creating human-lycan hybrids, human-avian hybrids, human-reptile hybrids, and many more types of mutants."
"You want me to infiltrate them?" Alex leaned back in his chair. "That didn't work out so well last time."
"Just go see Smithers," Mrs. Jones cut him off. As Alex walked off, she popped yet another peppermint into her mouth.
"Alex, old chap!" Smithers seemed quite happy to see him. Alex grinned as he sat down across from Smithers.
"All right, what do you have for me?" Alex asked. Smithers reached under his desk and pulled out an iPhone 5, a pair of earphones, a tube of zit cream, and the latest James Patterson novel.
"The iPhone already has all the typical apps, with contact info under John Doe so that you can contact us. It also has three rather special apps. The Gameboy I gave you for your first mission had three cartridges, and this has those in the form of apps. The earphones work as regular earphones, but they will act as the cartridge for the Bomber Boy app, meaning they will explode. You can also buy all the regular apps like Temple Run and Angry Birds from the App Store, and they will function normally. The zit cream is simply a refill, and the book is the same as the Harry Potter book I gave you for your second mission- point it at someone and press the 'a' in the author's name, and it will knock the person or animal that its aimed at unconscious. Any questions?"
Alex stared at Smithers for a few seconds before starting to laugh at the eager expression on the older man's face-the inventor was obviously quite proud of himself. "You really do think if everything, don't you?"
Then Smithers' eyes widened. "Oh, no!" he exclaimed suddenly. "Alex-"
Hahaha its a mini-cliffhanger. What do you think Smithers will say? Review please! This is my first story so please don't hate, criticsm is welcome. Also, I'll try to update, but I'm writing this down with an actual notebook and pen before typing it up so it might take a bit but I'll try for a chapter at least every three days.