This is really short. But... Better than nothing, yeah? Thanks for all those who reviewed and alerted, it totally makes me feel cooler than I actually am.
I should've said in the first chapter, but I was planning on making this story a bit darkish so if you're not really in to that... Well. And there's also going to be the occasional swear word, sooo...
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider. It would not nearly be as good if I did.
When he came around to the land of the living, he found that he was lying comfortably on a wide, luxurious bed. He was so bewildered he just continued to lay there, fingers pressing into the thick blanket that covered his body, and he looked around the room. It was nice, better than nice actually, plain and bone white, every last inch of it. Even the combo chair and desk were made of a white wood. His heart was beating so fast that he thought he might have a heart attack and he had to close his eyes to calm himself.
I'll get out of here, he thought, I'll make it. I'll get out.
It was true. He usually did get out. Hopefully this wasn't an exception.
Slowly, he sat up, testing out his muscles to see if he'd been injured in some way. He found that he hadn't been, though his neck stung from where the guy had shoved the needle in. It wasn't anything that would slow him down.
He threw the blankets aside and stood from the bed, pressing his lips together when he realized that they'd dressed him in different clothes than the ones he'd worn to school. He wore clothes that were like the ones doctors wore, a simple white cloth shirt and scrubs made out of the same material, he pushed aside the feeling of embarrassment and reasoned with himself that modesty wasn't very important at the moment.
He walked to the door and tried the handle, not expecting anything to happen, but being pleasantly surprised (though kind of confused) when the door opened without a sound. He quietly slid out and shut it behind him, walking down the end of the hall that wasn't a dead end. Like his room, the corridor was the same bleached out white. He made his way down the length of it and took a turn when there was nowhere else to go, going deeper into the structure and feeling himself get lost in it.
When he was still wandering around minutes later, he stopped. Frustration weighed down his bones and he felt the impulsive need to break something, he looked down at his hands and realized that they were shaking with the anger he was feeling. The need to cry came to mind and he felt his throat burn when he heard something.
Footsteps. Light and slightly sharp, like the shoes the person was wearing were brand new and hard. He turned around.
A little girl was coming toward him, dressed in the same thing he was wearing with her long black hair hanging over her shoulders in sleek strands. Her dark narrow eyes were trained on the ground and she looked to be just as lost as he was, but knew that she wasn't. Her stride was too purposeful, like she had a place to be, and he felt himself surge forward and grab her arm.
He hadn't expected her to scream as loud as she did. She immediately slapped a hand over her mouth when she saw that he was just another person and not some flesh eating monster (he resisted the urge to slap a hand over her mouth.)
"Where am I?" He asked her when she continued to stand there and stare at him. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, practically spitting in her face. "Can you tell me where I am?"
She flinched away from him and pushed her long hair behind her. "Excuse me?"
"Do you know how to get out of here?"
Her narrow eyes were confused, "Who are you?"
His tone was forceful. "Do you know how to get out of this place?!"
She opened her mouth to speak when a quiet voice interuppted them.
"Alex, sweetheart, did I tell you to leave your room?" He glanced behind the girl and saw a woman standing at the corner of the corridor. She wore black and in the whiteness of the place, it was so startling that he couldn't help but assume that she was someone important. It was too eye demanding. Her black hair was loose and her face was narrow, she was striking, and she looked harmless, but Alex couldn't help but be suspicious... looks were always underestimated and that he knew from personal experience.
The woman looked at the Asian girl and nodded her head in a shooing motion, "Grace. You should be on your way."
Grace looked from one to the other and for a moment she looked into Alex's eyes like she felt sorry for him, but then she was walking past him and he wasn't sure.
He looked back to the woman who hadn't moved and saw that she was studying him.
"I've wanted to meet you for a long time." She said, walking forward. As she came closer he found that she was... oddly blank looking. Like she was only really paying half of her attention to the conversation. "I've heard tons of things about you and... well, you intrigued me."
He said nothing.
"You must be a little rusty. My people said that you were easily taken down in your house. I'd expected more of a fight." Her eyes turned critical. "Though, you did kill one of my men. Made a mess of things."
A pause. "He'd caught me off guard. I hadn't known what to do."
"Which is why I'm allowing it without a punishment." She grabbed his wrist and he couldn't help but wince when she harshly dug her nails into the thin skin. "You should know that I'm not the forgiving type and if anything like that happens again, you won't be in any condition to wander around afterwards."
He stared at her.
"Come with me." She said, not looking at him. "We need to talk."
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