Assassin's School
Summary: "What do you do best Alex Rider?" with Jack dead, mi6 leaving him alone, Alex tries to go back to a normal lifestyle. But when an organization approaches him about a school he accepts. Mostly because, "who really killed Jack?"
Alex R./Cub- Yassen G, Jack S.-
Rated t- English -Hurt/Comfort/Crime
A/N:
Story begins after the bold. Hey! Does anyone know the author called: lunrawings?
Well anyways this is her/his very good idea of a story, I have print offs of my favorite ones, and this was my favs so now I am going to do it my way. Oh and if I knew your Fanfic name I would've told you I am rewriting your story.
Hope you like the changes.
Yassen Gregorovich Cossack.5
Chapter 1: of A.S.
Tom Harris was talking a million miles an hour to the silent blond walking beside him, when the white house cam into view with the blue trimmings around the outside of the windows, and doors.
"Well see you later mate." Alex Rider said and walked up to his house picking the right key out of his pocket and inserting it.
Ever since jack had died just about two years ago he had vowed he would get his revenge, and that he would, only if he knew her killer.
He had walked to school at 730 am and was walking in the door at 330 pm and had seen her on the stairs facing forward with a neat bullet hole between her eyes. Mrs. Jones had than shipped him off to Brecon Beacons and he had stayed there for exactly four months than they left him alone. Thrown out with the trash.
Having spent just about 3 years as a spy/assassin he had learnt to trust his instincts and right now they screamed DANGER to him
As if it was it was a cue 4 burly men jumped out and had guns trained on hi, but what Alex noticed was that all the safeties were on so they didn't plan to kill him, only talk. But all the same.
Alex swung into action using moves Scorpia taught him he knocked all 4 unconscious.
A sharp amused laugh was heard and Alex looked up to see a man with green eyes and brown hair walk down he was clapping too.
"Well done taking down all my men" he spoke with a slight Australian accent.
"No problem." He laughed again and rolled sleeves up an sat casually down on the couch.
A mask slipped on as Alex sat opposite the man, a mask of many masks, he wore so many masks that no one knew who he was anymore, except one person, and that person was dead.
"….unny boy, beating up my men, when all I wanted to do was talk."
A perfect blond eyebrow rose at this, and blue eyes didn't bat an eye.
"Well, what'd you want?"
"Straight to the point eh?"
Half an hour later with two cups of tea, did the man, John Thompson as he introduced himself as began.
"A school?" Alex asked.
"Yes."- Thompson
"No I won't do it."
"Don't you want to know who killed Jack Star-"
Before the man could finish the sentence Alex had him against the wall with a very short yet razor sharp at the neck and his eyes cold.
"Don't" he hissed. "Ever say that name in my presence again" he finished and Thompson nodded.
"I will do it.
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