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Alex's eyes flicked open, and pulling himself up to his elbows with a groan, he quickly scanned his surroundings.
It looked like he was in a basement, except for the small detail of him being in a cage. The cage itself was obviously well thought through, made of chain link fence instead of bars he could slip through, and having an electronic lock that could only be opened. through the code whoever assigned it. There was nothing in the cage but an old, rundown toilet.
Alex blinked, noticing that everything was rather fuzzy, and he couldn't focus. Probably from whatever drug they gave him.
He leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to focus on what had happened. He was riding home from school (he'd had a bad feeling all day, a feeling that he'd ignored), and he was jumped, but by one or more people? He dimly recalled seeing something important, something big, right before he'd passed out. Everything was so fuzzy….silver, he recalled silver and an animal….his eyes flew open and he gasped ,pressing himself against the wall, as if it could protect him. Scorpia! He was captured by Scorpia (again, captured again, how much more could he possibly take).
He quickly calmed himself. This was bad. He was probably going to be killed (no, executed) soon. But then again, why capture him when they could've just had him shot again? Maybe the agreement with MI6? Nothing was making sense….Alex was broken from his thoughts by a loud screech of a door being unwillingly opened.
The man that came down the steps was lean in a way that suggested strength, and was surprisingly young, probably in his early 20's, and had bright, piercing blue eyes with messy red hair that flopped into his eyes. He sauntered forward and smirked.
"Wow, the great Alex Rider, pride and joy of MI6, in my basement! What an absolute joy." The last word was said with as much venom as possible. Alex didn't react or speak, simply stared, absorbing information he could use to escape. The man grinned. "Oh, excuse me, Mr. Rider, I'm Matt."
Alex finally had to ask. "What's with Scorpia capturing me and only you and this crummy cell greeting me? I mean, this isn't nearly as nice as the organ harvester's camp. And you seem a little too off you rocker to work for them." The last statement was all to true. Every Scorpia agent was always calm, collected. Matt radiated a savage madness, like a rabid dog stuck on a chain.
Matt raised an eyebrow and said in the same degrading tone Alex had just used, "Well, no, I don't work for Scorpia, but to get around that pesky little contract they have with MI6, we decided on them capturing you, and me torturing you."
This was all said with a smile, and Alex shivered. It honestly surprised him Scorpia hadn't put this man down yet, let alone hold Alex as his captive. Matt turned and left, turning off the lights as he did so. Alex heard an insane laugh, just before the door closed, and then the darkness covered him. All he knew was that MI6 probably didn't know he was gone, let alone where he was, and anyway, even if they did, they wouldn't help him. Little did he know, MI6 had every available agent searching for him. And Jack.
I would love to thank all the reviewers! Especially hollyblue2, who helped me notice many errors in my first/second chapter, which I appreciate HUGELY!
Anyway, I apologize for any grammer errors,please correct me. Also, I AM american (texan,to be specific)and sorry for any non-brittish terms used. Again,feel free to correct me.I also have a poll on what I write next.I plan on doing all of these, just vote on the one you want done of these are well pretty well known, exept for the Six of hearts series,and an author called kyntak has a GREAT story for it if your curious.
