Tell me you want to be saved?
A/n: sorry my beginning was ssssssssssssssoooooooooooo short! On with the story!
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Ian Rider looked at Tulip Jones they had found him in a cell in a small branch of SCORPIA and the guys quickly brought him to a place in the hospital of St. Doms.
A pair of black hair walked by and one stopped dead with a gasp.
Tom Harris walked in with another man who looked like him and it was defiantly not the father or known as: Spike.
"Ian?" tom asked and stared in horror at the man, "If you are here…. Where the hell is Alex?"
"Alex?" he murmurs.
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The wolf ran in the Russian forest running away from the men with guns, he knew one was walking up fast as he had twisted his ankle and was running while limping, groaning he snapped at the man looked up and he gasped.
'It can't be!'
'He's dead!'
That's what ran through the wolf's mind, human thoughts in his other form, he saw the man's eyes widen and he lay there naked in human form.
= Yassen's p.o.v =
My eyes widen as the wolf falls and looks up at me and familiar yellow eyes meet mine ones I hadn't seen since my last mission for SCORPIA.
ALEX RIDER.
The small wolf falls even lower as if cowering under my shadow than it is ….. Human?
Blond hair reaching shoulders is there and gasping in pain, "no! He saw!" Alex's hoarse voice whimpers, and he quickly pulls on shorts, standing up a gun shaking in his hands.
"You saw…. You can't stay alive."
Slowly I take step closer johns son's eyes widen and he falls and pleads for his life. Frowning I pick the small body to my warm one but it is weird Alex is burning hot that the snow melts on his body hissing and it is vapor.
"I will look after you little Alex"
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Alex's body jerks and I hear snapping as his own bones snap back together and soon Alex's body is no longer bleeding and the bullets heal that would normally take years to heal. His body cleans itself and his clothes become whole no longer muddy.
"Cool" I murmur and touch his shoulder and eyes snap open and a hand grips my wrist.
"Who are you?" his voice is quiet and he sits up no problem.
"You don't remember?" I softly ask.
"I only remember being on Air Force One with my friend who works for the president."
"That was 2 years ago little Alex"
"How!" memories flash behind his eyes and he grips me in a hug that hurts, but I wouldn't tell. But what surprises me more is that he starts to cry.
"You saw, I was supposed to kill you! No one can know! I am a freak killer."
"No Lex you aren't any of them, you are a boy who has gone through too much."
"They think I am dead"
A/N: oh yeah! Longer not long as I want but at last it's about 700 words! Not counting the A/N's