BTW, I'm 14 for those who asked and thank you to yashendra2797, goodorevilangleKITTY-u-d-cide, and MLM24. For reviewing.

"What do you want?" Alex's voice rang around the room, a few people shrunk back in their seats. But Alex had a suspicion already what they want.

"You." The man replied unfazed by the entire class staring at him and his 6 cronies. A collected gasp went around the room. Who would want, cute, funny, clever Alex Rider? It's not like he was a spy or something. But Tom was sitting up watching intently as Alex spoke to them.

"Who are you sent by?" Alex ventured, he knew that the rest of the class would work out VERY soon he wasn't want he looked like.

"Why would that matter? We have been told to kill you, does it matter who by?"

"Yes, I want to know who to send my card of sorrow to." One of the men at the back chuckled,

"You think you will beat 7 men with guns!" His raspy voice made Alex cringe, he recognised that voice.

"Yes," Alex stated, "I have done it before and will do it again."

"Oh well," the man at the front smiled, "Rider's luck will run out."

"Alex please move away, those men have guns." Miss Butler was almost crying.

"Keep you fat mouth shut." One the men walked over to her and pressed a gun to her forehead. Miss Butler wimped and fell silent.

"Get away from her," Alex had a steely content to his voice that nobody had heard before. People stared at each other. Alex Rider was taking on 7 men with guns, had done it before. Was this why he was never at school? Alex turned and passed his phone to Tom,

"Press 911,"Alex whispered," Get MI6 down here." Tom did so obediently and a message came up saying. 'Alex keep them talking, we are coming.' Tom passed the phone to Alex read the message and gave Tom the phone back.

"Wish me luck." Alex whispered while striding back over to the gun barrel.

The man smiled."We have blocked all phone signal in and out of this school, so unless you are using radio waves to communicate. You are stuck. Once again our record of killing you people will be upheld. Just like your little mummy and daddy's murders."

"Snakehead." Alex muttered, why they were after him again. What had he done this time?

"Why do you want me?" Alex asked, very calmly considering he had a gun to his forehead.

"May I just get my hair out of my eyes a second," He flicked his hair out of his face, no giggle met him. He had to keep these people talking; he couldn't let them kill innocent lives. He himself wasn't innocent, so if he died at least innocent people lived.

"Well let's start at the very beginning," he man smiled, "You double crossed us, and you didn't kill her. You killed Nile and Yassen, should we begin on Sayle and the others. You Rider need to pay for all those people you and you fancy little group killed! Killing you would greatly hit Blunt, and that is our aim. After you we will attend to Miss Jones. And then finally we have a chance of surviving the messed up crappy world." As he spoke the students all stared between Alex and this man. Alex killed someone, Alex a murderer. Only Tom didn't seem fazed by this he just stared at the door, willing men to flood in and stop this.

Then Alex suddenly moved kicking the man straight in the nose, he grabbed his gun and stood facing the 6 others, with the unconscious man under his foot. The class suddenly didn't seem surprised that Alex was a murderer, with that sort of skill he could be. Alex held the gun out in front of him. There was a bang from down the corridor and 10 people ran in with machine guns. Each person stepped up to a man and knocked them unconscious and took them out. The remainders stood at the front of the classroom, as Mrs Jones walked calmly in.

"Alex!" She squealed, "How on earth did you get a gun?"

"Off them," he said basically, "I can shoot you know, it's not like just because you won't let me have one I can't. Scorpia did, SAS did."

"What did you do to them?" Jones asked exasperatedly.

"Knocked one," he pointed to the weapon still in his hand. "Threatened 6."

"Alex," she said sternly. Alex shrugged and placed the gun in his blazer pocket. He turned around to see the class staring open mouthed at him. He had forgotten that he was in school and now the entire class knew he was special. He turned and sat back in his chair. Tom grinned at him.

"Is this what it all is like?" He whispered

"What being threatened, shot at, and blackmailed. Yep pretty much." Alex shrugged and took the pistol out of his pocket, taking out 10 of the 20 bullets, closing the lid and flicking the safety on.

"Alex may I have the bullets please." Jones ordered

"Fine." He held out the 10 bullets. Tom grinned at Alex's skill never to be caught. Tom was sometimes jealous of Alex but then, Alex would disappear for a month. He would come back bruised, cut and altogether damaged. Tom didn't fancy that.

An hour later found Mrs Jones and Alan Blunt talking to Alex's class. Alex wasn't listening; he had taken the pistol out of his pocket and was fiddling with it. The teachers around we not pleased, a student with a gun. But most of them now knew, Alex wasn't normal. It wasn't until Tom elbowed him that Alex sat up.

"Yer." Alex groaned

"They want you."

"Oh for the love of ..."

"Alex rider, please come up here." Alex stood up, gun in hand and wandered down the middle. Not bothering to actually ask why he was needed. Once he got to the front, he looked up to Blunt.

"I am guessing Rider, that you weren't listening...Thought so, you father was the same." Jones smiled down at him. "So for Rider's sake, can anyone tell me what is happening?" A kid called Harry stuck his hand up,

"We are being sent to the SAS training camp to learn basic stuff because he is in our class." Harry pointed at Alex.

"Yes, he is in your class. But he is good for your class. He can keep your arses alive." Blunt said.

"What the hell is he, some sort of spy?"
"Yes, that is exactly what he is." Jones says matter of flatly. A shudder ran around the room, Alex looked around. Charlotte caught his eye, she always did, she gave him a steely but warm look. He half smiled, he didn't know why but she nervous.

"You are joking." Harry said, not smile on his face.

"Alex," Mrs Jones said turning to him, "Shoot the back wall."

"No."

"Fine," She muttered exasperatedly, "Joe, bring the target in." A burley man in MI6 suit brought in a small target on a stand. Alex sighed turned and shot it without a second thought, turning away after the bang. A collective gasp sputtered around the hall. Alex hadn't realised what he had shot until he looked closer. A perfect bull's eye. Tom stared at him from across the room, shock plastered on his face. Nobody knew he was that good, nobody except Yassen. At this thought Alex sat back in his chair and placed his head against the cold metal of the gun. Yassen, one of the best shot's Scorpia had until Alex came. The best assassin in the world, Yassen Gregorivich. Was Alex any better? Yes, Alex thought, Alex at least was saving lives. Not just plain, un-needed murder. He looked up to see everyone looking at him in silence.

"What?"

"We were asking you before you daydreamed off..."

"It's you who made me have these nightmares and flashbacks." Alex muttered, just loudly enough that nobody except Jones heard him. She rolled her eyes and carried on, "We were just asking you which Unit you were with at camp."

"K." He replied, not even wondering why.

"Good, because that will be who is training your class at Camp this ti..."

"What! Please no. Not Wolf and Eagle and Fox and..."

"Yes Alex," Jones replied tersely

"You forgot Snake," Charlotte spoke up, realised what she said and hid her face in her hands. Alex looked bemusedly at her for a minute, then up a Jones. Who looked unchanged. Then back at her, she kept his stare until she blushed and turned away.

Alex sat 3hours later being lectured by Snake and Eagle about why they were there. He stared at them pure hatred tangible between their eyes.

"Well go on then sqwirts, off with you." His class mates grabbed their bags and slunk out, muttering to each other."

"Cub."

"Ahum." Alex turned slowly round and faced Snake,

"you will be getting advanced training, not the crap of you little friends."

"Okay." Alex turned and walked off, to be collared by a group of giggling girls. Alex sighed and ran off; toward barrack Q the boys assigned one. Barrack P was the girls. He put his bag glumly by one of the beds and started to get ready for bed, like everyone else. As he took of his t-shirt a whisper suddenly erupted in front of him. Drat. He turned around and dragged on another t-shirt to sleep in. Changing into shorts got him the same reaction. Tom shuffled over looking horrified,

"Where they..."

"Bullet wounds? Yes, I got shot twice in the chest once in the thigh and once in the foot." Alex sounded so tired everyone left him alone. And Alex was glad, although he hated the constant feeling of being unknown and unloved. He was so used to it, he disregarded everyone who said 'I understand' these days.