Alex Rider was not in the mood for surprises.
He had experienced enough surprises in his lifetime. You know really big ones. Like, oh your father was a double agent for the MI6 who was killed by a really evil origination that also killed your mother, uncle, and legal guardian! Yippee.
This surprise really outdid all the others.
Standing on a metal plate in a fictional universe, waiting to be killed.
By people who he didn't know either.
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The girl on his left had a mass of red hair and green eyes, with several strange looking scars on his arms.
A man on his right seemed to be handling this all very well, under the circumstances. Alex was not quite sure what to make of him yet. He wore a fez and was always muttering stuff under his breath.
He had been sitting in his flat, doing completely ordinary things, like his math homework, when he had felt a tug on his head. Alex then found himself on this plate, a booming voice explaining that he had been transported into the arena and if any of them wanted to live, they would have to fight to the death.
It would be a shame that he would probably die first.