Wassup peeps

It's been forever since I've updated, so I decided to read through this again. I couldn't even make it through the first paragraph. It was so BAD. I'm so sorry, so I an going to attempt to rewrite this.

Here we go!

Disclaimer: I own nothing (I wish)
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Chapter One- The Escape

Alex POV

The water dripped from the cracked concrete ceiling on to Alex's nose. It was so cold, and smelled like cheese that had been left out a little too long. The room didn't even have a bed, they had had the common decency to give him a bucket for his business. Wasn't he just a lucky guy, practically a five star hotel in there. He sighed, it'd been three weeks, two days, and twenty two minutes since he'd been kidnapped, not that he'd been counting or anything. It happened after the funeral, he never saw it coming. Alex kicked himself, he should've been paying more attention, been ready for it. How could've he known? Planned for it? First they took Jack, that pain still ripped into his soul, and now they planned to break him more than he already was. Rip him down to the very core and make sure he died with nothing left for spirit. It wouldn't take long, he was already on the verge of giving up. He sighed, he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer and as soon as he broke he was done for. Dead, and that would be the end for the infamous Alex Rider.
Like clockwork a man would unlock the door to his cell once a day and drag Alex to the interrogation room. Though he was broken, he didn't go easy. He dug his feet into the ground and dropped so he was dead weight. On the plus side of all this, he was giving his delivery man a great workout. After he had arrived to be "talked to" they tied him up, nice and tight. Never letting him so much as think of getting out of the ropes. Alex looked around. This room was warmer, which meant it was higher up or had a somewhat heating system. It was all concrete with a small mirror on the wall. It was frankly quite plain and could use some redecorating.

"Alex" Alex turned his head to see Ivan, his lovely host. "Your looking well, how are you feeling?" Ivan laughed. He was a big man, but not fat, more, muscular. He spoke with a slight Russian accent. He was by no means ugly. He had short brown hair and blue eyes.

"I'm doing great, how are you? Still living with your parents?" Alex was quick to retort.

"You think you're funny eh? Well let's see how funny you are after this." Ivan grabbed a taser and stuck it into Alex's ribs. Alex gritted his teeth, but didn't scream. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"I love it when you take control like that." Alex breathed. Ivan smirked and jammed the taser into his ribs again. This time Alex couldn't help it, he screamed.

Ivan smiled, "Progress, that is good, I think we will keep with that for today. Does that sound good little Alex?"

"Bite me." Alex grunted. Ivan smirked. The last thing Alex saw was a fist to the face
His head hurt, and his ribs, and his whole body. That was it. He needed to get out. Now. Alex looked around, nothing there was absolutely nothing. It was like someone combed through the room with a fine tooth comb before he returned. There was only one way out then, and it was through the delivery man.

Skip

Alex whipped his head up as he heard the door unlock. It was show time. The man walked in and was unprepared for Alex as he twisted the man's arm behind his back. He then slammed the man's head into the wall and grabbed his keys. He smiled, one down, tons more to go.

Alex crept down the hall. "Can't believe the Cubs won." A guard said, "thought it was over in the second game…" his voice faded. Alex peaked from around the corner. No one. He ran down the hall to a door. 'Please let this be right' he prayed. He opened the door, slowly so that it didn't creak, and looked out. The sun hit his face. Alex opened the door and smiled. Finally he was out. "Hey!" Alex whipped around, well maybe not yet.

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Whew, that was hardish. I hope that is somewhat better. I'm gunna be straight with you all, it might be awhile before I update again. I am not a consistent person. At all. Please please PLEASE tell me anything wrong with the story. You don't even have to be nice (okay please be nice). It's still not as smooth as I'd like, and not nearly as long. But it is close to midnight and I'm tired, so I'm calling quits. Please review!

See ya soon! (maybe)

-cometsrule