Crash
He watches in detachment as the empty car careens off the side of the cliff. It doesn't go quietly. Rocks rumble and dislodge themselves from the cliff's face, creating an avalanche of dirt and flame.
The explosion lights up the sky in a fireworks display. Standing one hundred feet up and fifty feet away, he feels the heat on his face and arms. For a moment, the December night is warm.
Without a second thought, he turns around and begins to walk away from the crash. Alex Rider is dead. But his new life is just beginning.