Alex Rider Fanfiction…Chapter 1
I do not own Alex Rider.
He'd had enough.
There was only so much one could take before they snapped and being who he was, he was lucky he managed to hold out as long as he had without killing someone.
But don't even try telling that to Miss Winderson. She was supposed to be one of the best. So kind and caring, who else would take in no less than 6 kids? In Alex's mind, that didn't mean you had a big heart. It meant you had a miniscule brain. On top of that the old battle-axe was well past her sell by date.
You could tell by how sour she was.
She was a tall, stick like creature with sharp talon nails and a small nose that didn't fit her otherwise quite large pointy face. Her heir was coarse, grey and always knotty. She looked like she was struck by lightning. He couldn't really blame her though, she had fostered several young Satan spurn, an overly energetic 5 year old and a stroppy ex-teenage spy.
She didn't have a hope in hell.
As it was Alex did what any sensible young man would do in this situation. He'd gotten out of there pronto.
So here he was. Walking placidly past the Themes under the pretence of a study group. Not that Miss Windersnot gave a crap. As long as he wasn't bothering her, she usually just ignored him.
He was in another world as he trotted unwaveringly down the idle road. It was only his training and experience that caused him to notice the car speeding down the previously unoccupied street. And the little girl with pigtails that had escaped her parent's grasp.
Double take. His mind sped up. Instincts kicking in. Assess danger: car moving way to fast. Target: pigtails. Action: jump.
And that is who the great Alex Rider found himself lying behind the car feeling dazed and sore and, well… like he'd been hit by a speeding car.
As it happens, he had managed to push the girl out of the way of the car. But as Alex knew too well, no good deed can go unpunished. And this one was a very good deed that apparently deserved something special.
Sure he'd been in worse pain but it still fucking hurt.
He could hear a faint crying sound from somewhere near. The little girl was safe and from the sound of the comforting whispers and hushed lullaby she was with mummy.
My work here is done.
He was pretty sure by his aches and pains that he was all there so he figured he should head home. He checked his watch. Then took it off as the strap was about to burst off of his blatantly Brocken left wrist.
Well that's just…
"No son, just stay still." Came an unfamiliar voice. "You don't want to hurt yourself."
"Well I think you might be a tad late" Alex hissed well mentally adding ribs to his rapidly growing list of injuries.
"Got ourselves a comedian have we?"
"Most people prefer sarcastic teenager with no respect."
Well what to you know? I'm a snarky punk as civilian as well as super spy.
Alex shifted slightly to get a better look at this kind Samaritan. He was pretty normal looking. Brown eyes, brown heir pail completion. Just another British business man. At least going by his suit.
Then things started going downhill.
If he thought he was in pain before, it was nothing compared to the throbbing agony in his back.
Shit, shit, shit. No… back injury not good.
The middle aged man must have notice the teen grit his teeth.
"What's hurting?" He inquired.
"M'back" Alex whimpered softly. All sense of pride completely lost.
He tried to get into a more comfortable position when a firm hand gripped his chest, stilling him. He tried to fight back, pain clouding his mind.
"You'll only make it worse. Stay still the ambulance is on its way."
Alex let out a huff as he regained control from his moment of weakness. Once he was coherent he heard the whines of his ride to certain hell. Then something else acceded to him.
"I am so fucked"
"Language" came the reply. Alex wanted to turn to look at the business man but decided it wasn't worth it.
"What's the problem?"
"I'm going to miss putting Felix to bed. And I could really do without the lecture that will come with missing curfew."
"I'm sure you won't be in that big of trouble."
"I'm always in trouble." His word were starting to get a little weak and jumbled now and his eyes were getting heavy.
"I don't doubt that-No don't go to sleep." Picking up on the heroic young man's tone.
"Daddy?" came a soft little whisper.
"Hey there little bud. Come here there's someone I want you to meet."
Out of nowhere came an inquisitive looking young girl. A young girl with pigtails.
"I'm sorry I pushed you" Alex managed to choke passed his aching ribs.
"Well, it wasn't very nice but you did it to help me so it's fine." She chirped quietly whilst sitting quietly in front of him.
"My name's Rosa what's yours?" She buzzed in a way only 5 year olds can.
She was cute. Her pigtails where the same brown as her father's but her sharp searching eyes were almost the colour of summer leaves.
"Alex" He hissed as kindly as he could.
"You look tired. Mummy says if you're tired you should have a nap."
"I don't like naps, I'm trying to stay up" He answered remembering how he shouldn't sleep.
Meanwhile, Michael Hawthorn was trying to figure out why the God-damn ambulance was taking so long. The boy, Alex as he had just overheard, was blatantly in a great deal of pain. Furthermore, the longer he be left untreated, the greater the risk of more permanent damage. He shouldn't have to deal with that. He was a hero. Anyone could have done what he had done but only he did.
And he couldn't be more grateful.
His thought process was broken by the musical sound he'd been waiting what felt like hours for.
"'Bout fucking time." He grumbled.
"Language." Came a softly spoken reprimand.
He pivoted his head to look at his pail shaking, wife on the pavement. Still weak from her latest bought of illness, the kind, gentile woman had all but passed out when she heard the screech and seen her one and only baby lying on the ground. She was relieved that it was only the shock and had soothed the precious young thing until her curiosity got the better of her and his sweet, little Rosa had toddled off to see what had become of her saviour.
Maddie stood and crept over to where she had seen the child chatting happily to the older one. It was a rare sight, her being such a quiet child. Maddie almost wanted to leave her be but the paramedics would rush over any second and the sensitive angel she was would be afraid.
Alex was struggling. He had to sleep…get away from the pain. This was different to anything else he had ever felt. It wasn't one isolated spot that he could block out, at least partially. It was all of him. Like waking up after a long and strenuous workout the day before. Only rather than the dull ache you could get rid of after a long soak. His whole body was on fire.
Holy crap MAKE IT STOP!
So wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't even register the brightly garbed man and woman until they were unloading their equipment by his head. One knelt down where pigtails, Rosa, had been.
A large built bald man with only a ring of graying black hair and laughter lines by his eyes. Alex liked him.
"Alright son, now just lie still a moment. Are you in pain?"
"Mmm" Just a little longer…and...I… His thoughts slowly simmered out.
"Alright. Can you tell me where it hurts the most?"
But it was too late for that. Alex had already faded into a blissful oblivion.
So this is my first fan-fiction. Ever. And the usual R&R would be greatly appreciated. Furthermore, I have no one to check this and I'm learning as I go. Don't expect star quality from a 16 year old.
