Alex Rider Fanfiction…Chapter 2
Once more, still didn't write a nine book series. (Getting over 1,000 words is a stretch.)
At first Alex didn't really know what was going on, only that he was in some kind of vehicle. On that seemed to make loud noises. He was just starting to drift off when he felt his transport slow to a stop. He was feeling a little more awake now.
He wished he wasn't.
All young Alex could feel was pain; it only worsened when the sun light hit his eyes after emerging from what he now remembered to be an ambulance. Still a little unclear as to what was going on he put his hand to his face to try and remove what was on it, only to be stopped by a kindly middle aged voice.
"I wouldn't do that if I where you Mr. Rider. That's the only thing preventing you from going into shock right now."
Alex had no idea what he was on about. Sure he was a little dizzy and pretty god damn sore but all in all, he'd had a lot worse. The crazy old man was looking like Alex was about to drop dead. I mean it's not like he was hit by a speeding…
Oh. Yeah… that would just about do it. Moving swiftly on.
Remembering why he was in the position he was in and… everything else up to the point of passing out in pain. Alex decided his best option was to let the professionals do their thing and hope he could get out of there as soon as possible.
Hopefully without the numerous questions that where going to arise with the discovery of his rather impressive collection of scares.
So Alex waited patiently as he was put through a battery of tests and bombarded with questions. Well he thought he was being patient. For what he could normally be.
But after what felt like days, he was finally set in a privet room and given some medication to help him sleep.
And sleep he did.
It was almost a full 48 hours until he finally awoke. Still groggy, still in pain, still in a foul mood. He always seemed to be in a bad mood these days. But what can you do.
The doctor popped his head in at one point to tell him that he had damaged some sensory nerves in his back. Whilst extremely painful, there was very little actual damage and nothing that would cause problems in the long run. Thank God for little miracles. Though, he had also managed to sustain a miner head wound meaning everything was still pretty fuzzy. The fact that his right arm was out of commission due to about three separate breaks only sweetened the deal. Maybe his uncle teaching him to be ambidextrous wasn't ridicules after all. Who knew?
As it was, he was in pain but otherwise fine. But still on at least a week to recuperate.
Oh well, he was ahead in school anyway and could always use Email. He would ask some of his mates to take notes; but he didn't have any.
I just have to finish GCSEs and I can go anywhere I want. Move out when I'm 16 and I could take A-levels anywhere.
Well that was the plan. It probably wouldn't happen like that. His plans never seem to go right; just once it would be nice if that wasn't a bad thing.
Well my plan to go for a nice cooling walk sure turned out great. Seriously, who'd I piss off in a past life?
"Knock, Knock." Came a sweet, melodic voice. "Mind if I pop in sweetie?"
Sweetie?
"Uh, sure?" He replied. He was thrown by what appeared to be a genuine niceness that he hadn't had for a long time. Everyone he'd met, either wanted something, were acting so they could kill/meme/torture him for information later or felt like they had to be. Nurses, Doctors; even Jack had fallen in to that category to some degree. But this was different, unfamiliar. It made him uncomfortable.
Like uncharted territory.
She was sitting down by his bed now and he was staring at her. She smiled and he blushed. There was just something about her. He'd come quite close to this feeling before.
He had been 7 and Jack wasn't a part of his life yet. Alex had been ill and Ian hadn't been away. The love and attention he had received had been like nothing on earth. Like father and son.
But then he had gotten better and those few blissful days were never spoken of again.
"You're looking a little flushed Alex, should I call a nurse?"
He blushed deeper and lowered her head. She giggled a little, noticing what was happening.
"It's all right if you don't want to say anything, or if you want me to leave? The doctors said you weren't much of a talker but I just wanted to say thank you."
"For what?" He said in a quiet voice. Face contorting a little in confusion.
Then he saw her forest green eyes.
"Rosa."
"She would have died you know." She started to tear up at the thought of losing her baby so young. "Hit head on like she was going to be, she wouldn't have stood a chance." She was starting to choke out sobs.
This sure as hell doesnot compute.
He acted on a moment's notice, doing the only thing he could think to do.
He pulled the kind women onto the bed and soothed her in the Ian had when He was ill and crying out for his parents.
After a little while she managed to clean herself up. She went to sit back down when Alex did something rather unexpected.
He held on.
He pulled away immediately and looked down. "I'm sorry that was rude." He stated in a dull monotone voice he had adopted after around his third mission.
"Well I was the one who collapsed into your arms crying like a new born." She chuckled still wiping away the tears. "Any who, you can get a nice snuggle from your mum when she arrives." The smile she had formed had quickly disappeared after she noticed the depressed and somewhat awkward look he had developed.
"Do you not have a good relationship?"
"She died." Simple. To the point. Just like in 6.
"What about your father?"
"Him to."
"I understand."
He looked up, seeing her for the first time. Her Bright summer eyes she had gifted her daughter. Blonde, red heir. Not bright and loud like Jack's. But mellow and peaceful, like autumn leaves. Pink, flowery blouse. Brown vintage skirt.
She held all the natural beauty of a princess and the kindness that blatantly shone through enhanced it to that of a goddess.
"Wha…?"
"I was young and can hardly remember them, but I still love them. It's hard when it happens young. Few happy memories to hold on to when it gets dark. Blurred faces and distorted voices. Like they didn't exist even though you know they do. They have always been ghosts and they always will be."
Alex was staring again. He just stared and stared until he became distinctly aware of something warm running down his cheek and something salty landing in his apparently open mouth.
Am I bleeding?
Soft hands found their way to his cheek, softly mopping away the tears.
"Tell me about what happened Alex?" It wasn't a demand or an order. It was permission to hear a very hard, personal event in a young man's life.
So he decided to oblige.
It was almost a full hour later that the kind lady was back on the bed, this time holding a sobbing boy. A boy who had ample to cray about over his life but meagre opportunity.
He had a lot to unleash. And now ample time and someone who cared.
Once they were both back to a somewhat more stable mood, Alex realised something and couldn't help bet releasing a small smile.
"You know my entire life story, and I don't even know your name."
"Well it's Rebekah"
"Can I ask you something Rebekah?"
"Of course honey" She beamed.
Alex looked down a little and played with his hands trying to find the words that would get him his answer whilst not sounding rude. A tender compassionate set of hands landed on his own.
He looked up.
"Why are you here?"
She regarded him with a wistful smile, understanding where the young man was coming from.
"You may be a hero Alex. You might work hard at school and then turn around and listen to harsh untruths but there is one thing I could see from the moment I first met you. You are a good person. One without the opportunity to become a great one. An opportunity all young people deserve and not enough are offered. Your unlucky Alex but you have to hold on. You can do anything and I know you want to beat the word that put you down. And I want to help."
Alex, perfectly thunderstruck, said the only thing he could think to say:
"Thank you."
"Well" Rebekah said after a moment's pause. "I'll leave you now."
She got up and started to walk away after Alex didn't respond. A little put down She started to open the door when…
"Wait."
It was quiet. Inaudible, almost. But not quite.
"Um… If it's ok. I mean. Maybe… Could you-I…?"
"I'll come and see you tomorrow before you go."
And with that she left and Alex fell asleep once again.
So, another chapter to my first fic. Wanted to say thanks to Mini James-Bond. That also the first review I have ever received so thanks for making it a good one. I hope this is up to scratch. Apologies for errors and please R&R.
