Alright. I never thought I'd actually get a one-shot, or drabble, or whatever the technical term is, up, but here it is. I don't know how I feel about this, so feedback would be appreciated, if only so someone can tell me if anything bothers them about this... there's something that I feel like I missed, but can't decide what. Anyways, on with the whatever this is!
By-the-by, I emphasised the "he's" in reference to Alex on purpose. I don't know why, exactly, gimme a little artist's interpretation here!
Also, there is a... curse word, for lack of better term, in the second sentence. Now, I do not like excess use of curse words, for the simple reason that I feel that a) it takes away from any use of the words, so using them is thereby pointless and b) people who feel the need to curse every other sentence really don't understand the meaning of the words, or feel that it makes them "cooler" by doing so. If you do this, then, I'm not saying you're a horrible person, you just don't agree with my line of opinion, like any two people are likely to do at some point. I felt that it fit, and since this story is from the point of view of an undisclosed soldier or government personal, then mild language is perfectly acceptable. Just figured I'd warn you peoples.
Underlined is my version of Italicized for this whatever-it-is.
Disclaimer: It's Alex Rider, who is awesome, but not mine. Whoop-di-do. Big surprise.
It was those eyes. Those stupid, damnable eyes. In normal terms, they weren't very far off the beaten path. Simple brown was their coloring, not abnormal in either size nor shape. It was what they showed. What they represented... What was taken from that boy. He was fourteen, and yet his eyes claimed a different story. It wasn't just that they saw things that no fourteen year should, he knew enough about that just from looking at refugees... No, it was that he wasn't showing fear. It was that those eyes... those solemn brown eyes were determined, even at this late stage in the game. They weren't foolishly optimistic, though... He knew that they were going to get out of this because he wouldn't let it happen any other way. There was no denying it, out of all of the things this job put him through the thing he most wished he could take back was seeing those eyes, and the force that, in the end, did get them through. What he didn't take back, though, and wouldn't in a million years, was meeting the boy named Alex, even if he scared him. Even if Alex was too wrapped up in this mess to get back. Even if MI6 had no right to take him. Alex may have been a force to reckon with, but he gave himself hope, even when everyone else has long given up. No matter how he ended up this way, he was glad to have met Alex, if only so he knew that there was still someone fighting. Against all odds there was still at least one person determined to change the world for the better. It was those eyes, and the person behind them, that gave him hope for his own choices, and hope for the rest of the world...