I'm trying to write one of these a day. (Post one a day, really. I'm not going to complain if inspiration strikes twice in the same day.) Feel free to prod me if I'm not sticking to my word. :P
Each drabble will be exactly 100 words, by the way. It's harder than I thought it would be, but it's great for honing the good ol' brain muscles. :D
Since I forgot it in the first chapter:
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider.
Enjoy!
He stumbles into the dank loo, ignoring the sudden assault on his senses. The smell of vomit and piss mixes uncomfortably. The nausea increases tenfold.
This can't be happening.
Ian, breathing heavily, staggers his way to the sink. He splashes water on his face and takes a look in the mirror. The lone working light bulb makes his face look pallid. The shadows cast by the dim light give him a ghostly glow.
It probably isn't the light's fault. It might be the poison.
He doesn't have time for this, he thinks suddenly; angrily. He has to survive—for Alex.
