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(Alex)

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep. There was, suprisingly, no nightmares, but I was woke up by the sound of a door shutting. I looked at the clock and was immediately glad it was a Saturday, meaning no school. Even though I was still a bit tired, I got up and went to take a shower. After I dressed, I went downstairs to see who was up. The boy, Stiles, was in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. He saw me when he turned around and jumped in shock. "I didn't even hear you." He sat down at the table.

"Sorry about that." I also grabbed a bottle of water and stood at the sink. "So, I hear a lot happens around here. Mountain lions attacking. How much of that is actually true?"

Stiles laughed, "So, you heard about all of that? Yeah, it's true. How come that didn't stop you from coming here?"

I shrugged, "It actually made me curious. Besides, I can't control where the government wants to send me."

"True. I'll give you a warning though, don't go out during the night. That's mainly when all the attacks occur. Do you know how long you're going to be here?" Stiles asked.

I shook my head, "Until they catch the murderer, I guess."

Stiles nodded, understanding. "I'm going to meet up with a friend, you want to go?"

"No, thanks. I'm just going to walk around a bit, see the town for myself." I replied.

The boy raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you under police protection?"

"Yeah, but I don't believe the murderer will come all the way here. He probably doesn't even know where I am." I stated, trying to get him to leave so I can get to the folder lying on the edge of the table.

Stiles shrugged, "Okay then. Here's my cell phone number." He gave it to me, "If you need anything, just call. If I don't answer, I'm either dead or about to be killed."

It sounded like a harmless joke, but I could sense some truth behind it. What has he gotten into? I forced a laugh, "Okay."

"When you leave, lock the door behind you." Stiles stated.

I nodded, "Alright." With that, the teen left and hopped into his Jeep, driving away. Finally, I thought to myself, glad to have the opportunity to see what was inside that folder. I made sure nobody was around, then opened the file. Immediately, I saw the photos of the attacked victims. They looked like they were attacked by an animal, but it wasn't an animal I had ever seen or heard of. I took pictures of the photographs on my phone so i could study them later, then I walked around the house looking for more copies of evidence. Other than police reports there was nothing. "Great." I stated. "What am I supposed to do now?" I walked out the door, making sure to lock the door behind me. The breeze blew gently, stirring up a few leaves on the ground. It was so peaceful even though there was a killer running loose. Thirty minutes later, I was nearly hit by a car.

I was just walking close to the forest, trying to look past the trees that thickly covered the forest. Then, I saw a pair of red eyes staring at me. My heart stopped for a second and I froze. The eyes began to move away and I ran toward it. One minute, I was focused on the eyes. The next minute, the loud blare of a car horn brought me to my senses. I looked at the car, hearing the tires squeal as they tried to stop. At the last second, I jumped to the side, landing on the ground. When the car came to a stop, the driver stepped angrily out of the car.

"What the h*** are you doing?" The boy, about my age, asked.

I stood up and brushed the dirt and leaves from my clothes, "Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."

The boy continued to step closer, anger shining in his eyes. "I haven't seen you around here. Who are you?"

"Alex Rider. You?" I asked politely, hoping his anger would fade.

"None of your business. What the h*** are you doing out here anyway?" The boy asked.

I shrugged, "I just went for a walk, but I don't see why I have to explain myself to you. You nearly hit me with your car, it didn't happen, so let's just forget about it and move on with out lives. Sound good?"

The boy clenched his fists, "I don't want to see your face around here again. Got it?"

"I can't help it if you do see me again." I stated and turned my back to him, walking away. I heard the boy curse behind me and get into his fancy car, pulling out quickly. People like that annoy me too much. So, I went on with my walk, wondering what it was I saw in the forest and if I'd ever see it again.

The next day, I had to go to school. After I finished dressing, I went downstairs to wait for Stiles. Yesterday, after I came back to the house, he insisted on driving me to school so I wouldn't get lost before I actually got there. I figured he thought he was being rude to me and wanted to make up for it. If only he knew my reason for being here. I thought quickly before hearing the teen come down the stairs. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded.

His Jeep was cool, even I didn't have my own vehicle, but I still wasn't used to how Americans drive on a different side of the road than the British. "So, how do you like it here so far? Pretty boring, huh?"

I nodded, "Nothing's really happened, but it's peaceful here."

"Peaceful? Give it a few more days and 'peaceful' will be shattered into pieces." Stiles said as he pulled into a driveway, blowing the horn. Out the front door came another teen, the same age as Stiles and I, but a lot broader.

He jumped into the front seat, yes I was in the small back seat, and looked back at me. "Uh, hey."

I nodded my head, "Hey."

Stiles laughed, "Is that really the best you two can do? Scott, this is Alex Rider. Alex, this is Scott McCall, my best friend."

"You're only friend." Scott stated jokingly.

Stiles nodded, "True." Then he put the Jeep into the right gear and pulled out of the driveway to finish the journey to the school. Beacon Hills High was exactly what I expected: large building and crowd. I went to the office to get my schedule and managed to find my way to the classes with a few people's help. Soon, though, I figured out the layout of the building. At lunch, I met more of Stiles and Scott's friends, even though it wasn't a lot. As we stood up to go to the next class, I was stopped by another person.

"I thought I told you I didn't want to see your face again." The boy who nearly hit me with his car said angrily.

I sighed, "And I told you I couldn't help it if you saw me again." I tried to get past him, but he blocked my path again. "Look, what do you want? If you hate me this much, how come you didn't hit me with your car yesterday?"

"I didn't want to ruin the paint job. Just know this, don't think you can walk in here and think everything's going to be amazing, because I'm going to make your life a living Hell." The teen stated.

I smiled, "More than it is already? Good luck with that." I tried to walk past him again, but he stepped in front of me. However, this time, I slammed my shoulder into his, making him step back a bit, allowing me to pass. "It was nice talking to you."

He cursed, but nothing else was said. Stiles and Scott followed me, the suprise evident in their eyes.

Stiles began, "Congratulations, you already have Jackson out for your blood."

Scott continued, "And, what do you mean he nearly hit you with his car?"

I sighed, "I went for a walk yesterday, wasn't watching where I was going, and stepped out in front of his car. He was pissed and I just don't like him."

Stiles laughed, "Nobody does."

"Who was that, anyway?" I asked.

Scott replied, "Jackson Whittemore, co-captain of the lacrosse team."

From that moment, I knew I had made a new enemy. Great, what's going to happen next?

A/N: PLEASE READ! Okay, now that we know what happened in season 2, should I make the next chapter go into season 3? It would be a lot more fun to write, but I want your opinions! Please reply!