Well well well! Silly little Stormy forgot that her planned villan died in the books 8D.

So here's how it goes down. I'm going to rewrite a small part in the books from another POV and change what happens slightly so it goes with my little story here. The rest will be the, well, fanfiction XD Okay? Okay. :D

The man sitting opposite to him was famous. He was rich, adored, and had one of the stories any interviewer would love to have. Desmond McCain had a story like many, having a bad past, repenting to God, and living the rest of his life doing work for God. Even with such a story, Harry Bulman could hardly believe he was still the same. Especially since he was so interested in gaining information of Alex Rider.

Alex Rider...

The name haunted him. Even thinking about it gave him chills. His life was swept away for an entire morning, and only then did he realize how precious even the smallest thing could be. But now, he was sitting opposite to Desmond McCain, who was prepared to pay him twenty thousand dollars for information of Alex Rider.

But it could have been more.

Harry licked his lips. Their conversation had gone for over ten minutes now, and it looked great for the man, as well as McCain. They would both get what they wanted. His chewing gum made his mouth cold and minty as he listened to Straik confirm the amount he would recieve.

"I agreed to that price before I realized that Mr. McCain was involved," Harry replied. "But I thought, under the circumstances, that we might renegotiate." They were wise words on his part. He hoped they would realize his smarts and agree to his terms.

"I agree with you." Desmond replied, which made Harry give a small smile. "That's exactly what I've decided to do."

All he remembered was his cellphone vibrating in his back pocket, McCain stand hastily, and a quick punch in the chest. The world spun around, and he mustered a face of surprise and confusion. His phone vibrated again in his back pocket, but once his eyes met the ceiling, he gave in to darkness.

Jamie Richard tried again.

He punched Harry's number into his cellphone, replacing it to his ear and listening intently to the ringing. Where the heck was he? "I've got something great coming towards me, Jamie. Twenty thousand dollars for information on Alex Rider." Harry had last said to him. The phone line was secure, but even Jamie was still susipcious that MI6 would still be listening. "Call me back after about eleven. By then I'll be a rich man, and Alex Rider will be exposed. It'll teach him for messing with my life."

Jamie was worried. He could be dead for all he knew. Wasn't there a GPS set up on Harry's phone? The tall man, who was in his 30's, turned on the balls of his feet and sped towards his computers. He was, as his friends called him, a super-nerd. He sped straight through school, skipping a grade, and went into technology. Only Harry remained his friend, seeing that they were friends since they were both twelve. Harry had offered him to try and become a journalist with him, so they could work together. After a long time, Jamie had agreed. They became journalists, both headstrong for stories like Alex Rider.

The story of Alex Rider was Harry's interest. Jamie wasn't a large part in it. Harry updated him hourly on what was going on, and then sent him pictures of a fourteen year old beating up three men in a cemetary. This was Alex Rider? Jamie had flipped through the photographs like lightning, his eyes widening at each one. If he had flipped through them, it could have looked like a picture animation. Surely this was only a boy who was taught karate? Let alone going on missions for MI6. Jamie had doubted from the beginning until he read the newspaper. Harry had died. But he hadn't. He was told later about his whole morning as an invisible man, and what MI6 had done to him. That must have meant Alex Rider was a worthy story. But MI6 had threatened, and Harry's ambitions brought him to another place concerning Rider. That was what worried Jamie. This might as well get him killed.

He sat down, swiveling around to face his computers. He began to furiously type, and brought up hack codes to find the GPS signal in Harry's phone. It was obviously in some sort of moving vehical because of it's speed. He hacked the phone further, turning on the camera on the front of his phone. This only proved to his friends he was a computer nerd, but if it saved his best friend's life, he could care less about the insults.

The camera hack wouldn't work if it was deep in Harry's back pocket. Lukily, it was sitting in the back of a car seat, facing part of the seat. Was that, blood? Sick, red splats of crimson ooze was practically thrown around the back seat. He couldn't see Harry, and imagined he was facing the other side where the phone couldn't pick him up. If that was blood, Harry might be in trouble. He followed the GPS, and realized it was going to pass where he lived.

He had an idea. It was something he learned from TV shows and movies, and they seemed to work without killing anybody. He leaped from his computer and raced out of his apartment. He sat down in his car and turned on the engine as fast as his fingers could try, and shoved the gear into reverse. He looked over his shoulder, and a gray car with tinted windows met his eyes. From his calculations, this must be the car. He timed it slightly off, and reversed the car into the driver's body. The driver was killed instantly, and the man in the back seat was thrown around like a ragdoll.

Jamie leaped from his car, seeing the damage of the back bumper. He'd perfer this than losing his best friend. He ran to the back, throwing the door open to see Harry's unconcious body, with blood swelling from his chest.

"Harry!" He gasped, reaching out. He unsteadily grabbed his friend and pulled him out of the bloody car. Fearing that Harry was dead, he laid him on the ground. He checked his pulse, relieved to find a slight beating. He took the suit jacket off and found a bullet hole in his chest, only two inches away fom where his heart was. He looked at the driver. First, he would hide him, and then take Harry to the hospital and tell them some kind of story to hide Alex Rider's information.

Even the name could get them both killed.

Harry had made a full recovery, and lived in the guest room of Jamie's apartment, in fear of going back home. It wasn't until half a year later when Alex appeared before his eyes again, and his ambitions grew. He kept it silent from Jamie for the time being, but he was prepared to show Alex to the world, dead or alive.

Wow, I just want to thank everyone for the reviews. This is the first time I got seven reviews on a first chapter :D and now I'll answer some that need answering.

youngjusticefanatic: Thanks but that was probably the only time a school will be involved XD

ObsessivelyOdd: Thank you so much for the crit! I found it very helpful. I understand what you meant about the double-explination, and I'll be sure to be careful about that. More description, you can just as well see I've been working on that XD I welcome crit with open arms, don't worry :D

Izzy-I.R.T.: Congrats! You guessed right! :D

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~Stormy:D