In celebration of me finally getting hold of the latest Alex Rider book, Scorpia Rising, let's play with Yassen.
Disclaimer: Lets strike a deal here, you don't tell anyone I don't own the characters nor the plot line and I keep writing, how's that? Not acceptable? Fine! Don't kill me! I don't own the series Alex Rider, Anthony Horowitz does. Happy now?
Yassen P.O.V
It was a lovely day, the birds were singing in the trees and the leaves were just turning a nice golden colour. Autumn was here and the world was preparing for its annual rest. The relatively calm atmosphere of a little street that was nicknamed Little Knife, because everyone seemed to carry one around, seemed like it would never shatter and life would continue on endlessly. Unknown to the residents, one person in particular would have his peace shattered by an unexpected visit.
Life for Yassen had never been so calm, nowadays, Scorpia did not seem to need his type of expertise and he only ever seemed to go on at the most ten missions in six months if they were short. He had found a nice pleasant street by the name of Smugglers Way, also known by its nickname Little Knife, to live in. The place itself was considered fairly neutral, kind of like Switzerland, meaning that the majority of the people who lived there were either mercenaries, or belonged to government or terrorist groups such as Scorpia. This meant that a code of honour was needed to live there, a code that all inhabitants followed, unwritten though it was. This unwritten rule stated that while living in that area, they were not allowed to kill any one off unless in the field, if they did do so, then they were also obliged to bring the news to their family and friends. They also attended the funeral, though it was not compulsory. This was the way these people had lived for years and they were not going to stop any time soon.
Unknown to Yassen, there was an entourage on the way to his house that very day; they were from an exclusive group that very few knew about. Three of which were Smithers, Blunt and Yassen himself, this was only because his father was once involved in this group. Once you were in, there was no way of getting out of this group, only death. They were even more of a threat to society than Scorpia was, only because they were more unpredictable; they did things on whim, if one day, the head said I want to kill the president, by the next day he would already be dead, on another day, the head could suddenly decide that they wanted to help the needy and it would be done. This was the reason that anybody who knew anything about this organisation did not do anything about it; they decided that if they did not disturb them then they would leave said people alone. Unfortunately, the time to do anything about this group had come and passed, they were too strong now to be knocked down.
That day, around twelve o'clock in the morning, Yassen was disturbed from his daily routine by a knock on the door. Wondering as to whom it was, he quickly grabbed his gun and a knife for security, and headed for the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see a young girl along with several burly men standing in front of his door. He had never seen her around before and so assumed that she did not live here. She had been standing with her back towards the door, but turned around when she heard it open, as soon as she saw him, she grinned and barged her way through. Somehow sensing that she was not a threat, he allowed her access into his home instead of killing her like he normally would. However, he was more reluctant to let her bodyguards through, only letting them step inside when they had relinquished any and all weapons.
When he went back inside, he saw the young girl getting comfortable on his couch. She was looking around, as if she was searching for something, and her gaze finally landed on him. It seemed like they were having a staring contest to see who would back down first. Looking into those brown eyes reminded him of a certain young man who would be turning fourteen this year. He was the first to break eye contact, memories of his old mentor and his family were too disheartening for him, especially on a living breathing person such as this one. It was then that she spoke for the first time.
"Would you like a chance to see him then? To see the young man he has become? If you do, I can give you a chance to do so and still keep you away from MI6."
At this, he turned a sharp glance to her and said "What do you mean? Who are you talking about?"
At this she smiled a mysterious smile and said two words that would change his world forever. Alex Rider.