A/N: There is nothing to say, so I'll just put this. I do not own Alex Rider.

(Tom)

The cell we were in was not very... fantastic. It was about six feet long, six feet wide, and thirteen feet high. In the ceiling, there was an air vent, which probably was the reason the ceiling was so high. I looked around the room and took in as much as I could. The walls were cinder blocks with one metal door on one wall and the floor was concrete. There was nothing else, not even a bathroom! I remember Alex telling me to walk around te room and make sure there was no way out. I did this by hitting the wall a few times to see if there was a part that was weak. I looked back at the ceiling.

"What are you doing, Tom?" Samuel asked.

I pointed at the ceiling, "We have to get up there."

Charles looked at me, "Are you an idiot? There's no way we can get up there!"

"We won't know until we try. Do you really want to stay in this room for who knows how long?" I questioned.

"We don't know what's out there! Are you really going to take a risk like that? Do you want to be slaughtered?" Charles clenched his fists, "If you want to go out there and play hero then go ahead, I'm not going with you!"

I grinned, "I never said we had to get out of here. I just said we have to get up there." I pointed at the ceiling where the air vent was, "The only thing I need you to do is get me up there."

"What do you plan on doing from there?" Daniel asked.

"I'm going to find Alex and we're going to get out of here. So if you guys don't agree to taking a little risk, you'll be stuck here until we come back with help. Now, what do you choose?" I asked, but they didn't seem to be convinced. "Come on, we stayed at Brecon Beacons for a while. We're probably some of the toughest teenagers within a mile."

"A mile? Why only a mile?" Samuel asked.

I laughed, "There is one teenager in this building that is stronger than all of us together."

"Who?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Classified."

Just then, I heard the door being opened. We all turned around to see five guards in the doorway. "If you come with us without a fight, then we will not shoot you. Deal?" We all nodded, but I wondered where they were taking us. I thought maybe they were going to interrogate us, but I told myself to focus and not worry about what is up ahead. They lead us to a small room with a television. I couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny kid?"

I decided to be a little cocky, "Other than your face? Well, the fact you're going to make teenagers watch cartoons or animated series, whatever it's nearly the same thing." I felt cold metal dig into my back. "Okay, okay, I understand. Don't annoy Ugly Face."

Ugly Face growled, "You're lucky the boss wants you and your friends alive or you would be dead already."

"Well, tell your boss I said thank you and he needs to update the room service. I mean, come on, a television without a satellite or a DVD Player? That's just wrong." I said and the men left the room.

The others looked at me, "Do you have a death wish?" They all asked.

"I do, but my death wish is not in here." I looked at the television, "Might as well see what's on." After turning on the television, I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. There was a lit up hallway and that was it. "Is the picture frozen or something?" That was when I saw somebody cautiously walking down the hallway.

"Wait, is that Rider?" Charles asked. "What is he doing there? If he escaped, he should know that there are security cameras in this place."

It took me a moment to finally understand. "No, Alex knows those cameras are there. He's trying to get out of that section of the building." We watched as Alex walked through that hallway and entered another one. The camera view changed and in that brief moment, Alex started to run. I looked hard at the screen to see what he was running from. Then, fire started coming out of the ceiling and walls, completely engulfing Alex. I cursed, "Get out of there, Alex."

The fire continued for several minutes before fading away. Once the smoke cleared, we could see Alex lying on the floor facedown. There was no movement at all and smoke rose from his back. The others started unbelievingly at the screen. Daniel was the first on to break the silence, "Why- why did they- kill him?"

I cursed and held back the grief I felt over my best friend's death. "I know who we're up against now."

"Who?" Charles asked.

"A criminal organization called Scorpia." I pointed at the screen, "Since Alex is- dead- I don't see the harm in telling you this. When Alex's uncle died, he learned that his uncle was a spy working for Military Intelligence, but died on a mission. The Stormbreaker computers that was supposed to come out would actually kill all the children in Britain. MI6, Military Intelligence, recruited Alex to find out what was really going on. He did and the mission was successful. Ever since that day, they have used Alex multiple times. All the days he was absent, he was either on a mission or recovering from one."

They looked convinced, "So he wasn't a druggie or a gang member?"

I shook my head, "On one of his missions, he infiltrated Scorpia and destroyed their plans. They have promised to get revenge." I pointed at the screen, "Now they have."

"What do we do now?" Samuel asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. We either wait for MI6 to rescue us or we get out of here ourselves."

Charles stood up, "I don't want to be rescued. After seeing somebody our age murdered, I want some revenge. You guys can do whatever you want, but I'm going to-"

"Kill as many of these guys as you can?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. "Well then I'm with you. Now, we need to start planning."

(Wolf's POV)

I couldn't believe what I just saw on the television; the death of the teen I trained with and saw snowboarding down a mountain in the night with an ironing board. A shocked silence filled the room and the cameras focused on Serpant, the man who created this sick, cruel game. He was grinning in happiness and I wanted to kill him right then and there. "We now see what kind of kid Alex Rider was. Scorpia vowed to get revenge and we finally did just that. Alex Rider is dead because of his employers, MI6. They did not train him properly and let him die." Serpant never stopped smiling, "This is to MI6, we'll send you Alex's body in an envelope after we finish cremating his body. Scorpia never forgives, Scorpia never forgets." The camera went back to where Alex's body was.

His caretaker, Jack, started crying but glared at Blunt also, "You could have saved him! If you would have never used him in the first mission then-"

Blunt cut her off, "A lot of people would be dead, Jack. Alex knew he could die any day, he accepted it."

"You blackmailed him for your dirty work!" Jack yelled one last time before her grief drained the fight out of her. "You better get the other kids out of that place, Blunt. If you don't, I'll kill you myself."

(Serpant's POV)

Once all the cameras were off in the game and in my office, I leaned back in my chair replaying the teenager's death over and over in my head. I had achieved what many Scorpia members had not; kill Alex Rider. Thirty minutes had passed since Alex Rider's death and I felt accomplished. Nobody could find this building, I was confident in that. Tomorrow, I would be flying to America to hide for a little while until I was sure MI6 was no longer looking for me. I sipped some Vodka from a glass sitting on my desk and was interrupted by a guard coming in.

"Sir, the captive teenagers have started to retaliate. Your orders, sir?" The man asked.

I smiled, "It's about time. Go ahead and kill them, they no longer have any purpose." The guard started to back out, "Wait. Don't kill them yet. Just knock them out and take them back to their cell. We'll torture them and broadcast it worldwide. It will help get the message through that we meant what we said. It will begin in three days. Do not give them anything to eat or drink, we need them to be weak so they don't fight back."

"Yes sir." The man said and walked out of the doors, repeating my orders in a handheld radio. I relaxed again and took another sip of Vodka. Revenge is great.

(Charles' POV)

We finally retaliated; we finally started fighting to get free, we started fighting for our dead friend. Every punch I threw was filled with my own grief and rage. One punch after another, each filled with more power than the last. We finally seperated to fight our own battles. Our time in Brecon Beacons helped us a lot; our wisdom was doubled, our courage grew by the ten-fold, and our trust in each other was unlimited. Daniel was fighting guard after guard, taking down every one of them. Samuel was dodging and weaving through a crowd of them, never being touched. Tom and I stood back to back hitting any enemy that came near. A punch landed on my cheek, knocking me off balance. A guard towered over me about ready to kick the crap out of me. I braced myself for the impact, but Tom punched my attacker in the face and shoved him away. Tom reached out his hand to help me up, "I've got your back."

I smiled and grabbed his hand. When he helped me up, I punched a guard that was behind him, "I've got your back too."

"Well then, let's make them remember not to mess with any of us." Tom said as he blocked punch from a guard. I turned to face my opponents started to fight them as well, but when I beat one, three more would be in their place. I was tiring and I could tell the others were as well. Samuel was on the ground, bleeding from multiple wounds. Tom was facing five guards and was losing. Everybody stopped when orders came over the guards' radios. I couldn't make it out, but somebody hit me from behind and darkness clouded my vision. I didn't even feel my body hit the floor.

(Daniel's POV)

I didn't want to leave the others, but we all agreed one of us needed to get away; unfortunately, I was the one chosen. Now, I was running through the halls, looking for a place to hide until the night came. With the kind of organization we were up against, I knew I had to get in a place where nobody would look. However, I had to hurry before somebody caught me. I passed by the kitchen for a moment before turning around. I looked back into the kitchen and saw a pretty good place to hide. I ran over to my chosen hideout, pulled down the door, crawled in, then closed the door. Now, I just had to hope nobody turned on the stove.