I am about to die.

He had denied it for as long as possible, not smelling or hearing or feeling. But no longer could he afford that luxury. As he ran, braches whipping and cutting his slender body, leaving a trail of his blood, he smelt its breath, heard its pursuit.

Felt its hunger.

He came to a wall of stone, immense and un-climbable. He turned, and, as if it could protect him, pressed his bare back to the pale rock, and felt the sharp edges crumble to dust in his slick, trembling palms. The old, weathered oak trees stood in dark contrast next to the soft stone, black to white, strong to brittle, smooth to rough. Had you known him before, you could have said he'd had a morbid fascination with death. It was hard not to, with almost his whole family dead. But that was before he had stared death in its black, soulless eyes. Before he felt fear, icy and inescapable, flood his veins, before he accepted death would come for him, sooner rather than later.

Before he choose the spot where he would be killed by the Beast.

Suddenly, for it felt as if he had been pressed to that rock for a lifetime, the Beast burst into full view. The boy's breath came in ragged gasps; his heart beat loud and hard in his chest. The cool silver of moonlight highlighted every coarse black fur, sinewy muscle, and drop of sweat so that it all came into a terrifying, unidentifiable animal. It opened its mouth, showing him that it possessed only canines - no molars or teeth for grazing in sight, only tearing and killing - and bellowed, hunger and victory all rolled into one, whipping his shaggy hair back from his young face, drenching him in the rotting stench of its past victims.

His breath caught as he saw its eyes.

They were like twin balls of fire - a brilliant, sapphire blue, horrible, bloody red, and sharp, snowy white - and the only thing that he was capable of thinking was-

What a perfect last sight.

The Beast tensed and lunged, impossibly fast, and his world dissolved into a fiery burning white, the colors of its eyes, as it tore through skin and bone and-


Alex Rider's body was found in Saunders quarry, Indiana on August, 16, 2011. It had been ripped apart by an unknown animal, which was hunted but never found.


Yay, a new story! Anyway, It's my 13th Birthday today, so I figured I had to post a new story. Reveiws are appreciated!