Hi there! I'm new to this game and this is my first story-thing-whatever- anyways please, no flames and I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not and will never (very sadly) own Alex Rider.
Helen Rider was walking into the kitchen when she felt a hand on her shoulder and she screamed only to have a strong but gentle hand over her mouth. She had turned around to stare into the eyes of her husband, John Rider and his brother Ian Rider.
"There's somebody at the door" John whispered,
"Oh, c'mon! What's with the quietness and caution?" Helen smacked John's arm.
"Hey! We're spies! We have to be careful!" Ian complained with fake anger.
"Oh, whatever. I'll get the door." Helen stared to walk towards the door but John laid his hand on her shoulder and looked at her worryingly, "I'll be fine".
Helen walked to the door and opened it...
Nobody.
The streets are empty but there was a stake of 9 nine books on the doorstep. Cautiously Helen picked the books up and closed the door behind her.
"There books" Helen placed them on the coffee table.
Ian ran and literally jumped onto the sofa and looked down at the books and gasped.
"What?" John came in and wrapped his arms around Helen from behind.
"There about Alex"
Helen and John shared a look and quickly picked up the first book before sitting on the sofa.
"I guess we better read them" Helen shrugged and John opened the book.
"Stormbreaker" John read, "Funeral Voices"
I know that it's short but hey it's my first time!
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