Alex Rider Fan Fiction…Chapter 3
If only I was the master behind the legend. But alas, I am not.
True to her word, Rebekah returned every day of his confinement. But that was then. Now he was 'home'.
And he was sure life couldn't get worse for him right now.
It was his first day back at school. He was aching and his meds made him what to sleep but any more time off and he could start falling behind on his course work again. He couldn't do that.
So the way it happened; he would just have to get on with his work, count the days to the weekend and hope he could put up with his peer's shit for that long.
Unlikely but possible.
So, the question was… How did he end up hiding in the library for lunch?
It started just after second lesson. So there he was, minding his own business when…
"Hay druggie! Back to your old tricks I hear." Came a snarky voice that to Alex, was worse than nails on a chalkboard.
"If you mean my absence, I was hit by a car." Alex replied in a flat tone silently thanking MI6 for his training.
"Likely story." He chortled before going on. This time so everyone around could hear him. "I heard you got arrested again."
"Well that's a lode of bull; who told you that." Alex questioned genuinely confused as to where that came from. Before he realised the bully, Travis, had probably just come up with that on the spot.
Well crap… That's not good.
The rumours had actually started decreasing a small amount, starting up again would not help his situation. Furthermore he found that with his reputation came a lot of trouble. Bad girls looking for someone to anger their parents. Rough, toughs looking for someone to prove their worth. Sickly Rider was a damn good target. Until the confrontations when they would have their asses handed to them.
"It's been going around." The frankly quite pathetic boy answered seeming to be aware Alex knew he was lying.
"Well I've been in hospital recovering after being hit by a speeding car." Then he smirked remembering one small but crucial fact. "If you don't believe me… Check last Tuesday's papers." Satisfied he had successfully outplayed his rival he thought it best to be on his merry way.
Travis disagreed.
Being back so soon and already having a shady record, one fight and he was out. No school would take him in either. He would be sent to some crappy boarding school for orphans and homeless kids that can only cause trouble. A bit like him.
So he ran. Those twats probably didn't even know what a library was, let alone where it was.
Only five days to the weekend… I can do this.
I did it!
A whole week and no one had died, been killed or committed suicide. Miracles really did happen. Now he had to survive the weekend in his other personal hell.
I have too many of those to be normal.
His 'home' was, at first glance, a pretty decent looking place. It was a pleasant three story house just outside the centre of London. Old brick with white windows and a red door that sat on a porch. A little drive and big windows at the front. Out back was a good sized garden with a treehouse, and goal painted on the fence and a small wooden slide/swing set. A perfect home for children, unless you live there.
To anyone looking in, the scene had a sort of chaotic peace. Children running around shouting. Then again, most would assume the young boys were only playing.
Alex knew the truth. How the oldest next to him at 13, Richard, liked to beat up the 11 year old twins. How the twins, Johnny and Sebastian, would steal anything that wasn't bolted down and destroy anything that was. Franklin was smart for his age of 10, and very good at science. He liked it when things blow up. Especially Lucas' toys. He sure whines a lot for an 8 year old.
But then there was Felix. He was the youngest at only 5. All the boys knew that Alex wasn't as blood thirsty as his reputation made him out. As long as they kept to winding up from a distance he would just sit and stew but he wouldn't hurt them. He would be the one to get into trouble. Trouble he didn't need. If anyone hurt Felix, there would be hell to pay. He could risk a little trouble to protect the only thing that was keeping him sane. The child was a God send. He was quiet, thoughtful and always knew when Alex was having a rough time. If he thought something was wrong with the boy who looked after him, he would make sure it would get better.
Alex was in the room that he shared with Felix working on homework on his laptop. The hell this poor machine had seen in this place was unmentionable. But Smithers was always up for helping his favourite little James Bond. Even if it was just tech support.
Felix was on his lap falling asleep to the older boy's rhythmic tapping. His history report wasn't due for almost two weeks, but if he got it done he would be able to ask for extra credit work. It might make it easier for any future schools or jobs to ignore his perpetual absences if he showed how willing he was to make it back up.
It was just after noon on Saturday when he herd an all too familiar noise.
"Knock, knock."
Alex sun around with the biggest grin he had managed since his uncle's death. Maybe life wasn't so shit after all.
"Rebekah!" It took everything he had not to shout her name, still aware of the young boy snoozing peacefully on his lap.
He didn't notice the camera hanging from her wrist until too late.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." She smiled lovingly like seeing her own sons. "He's sweet. Felix I assume. Mike told me you how you were worrying about putting him to bed."
"Yeah, he's not a good sleeper. Well not normally."
"So young, and all alone."
"Not for long." Alex smiled forlornly. He looked down at the child he considered his own brother before looking back to Rebekah "His new parents are filling out the papers and getting his room set out for next week."
"You're going to miss him a lot." A statement, not a question.
"It's for the best." He stated. "Sometimes we have to let the things we love most go. But it's for the best."
Felix was awake now and had gotten bored so he hopped down and toddled of to God knows where.
Alex just shook his head and smiled.
"Ok. Grab your coat Alex it's chilly out." Alex just cocked his head at the sudden and unexpected order.
"Well hurry up, I don't have all day."
And so that is how Alex found himself in the passenger seat of a dark blue Ford Mondeo. He had no idea where they were going and tight lipped as his driver was. She could easily get a job with the secret intelligence service. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he only just noticed when they pulled in to a drive.
I'm starting to lose my touch. Is that good or bad?
Then he noticed that they had, in fact left the city. It seemed to be a small village, another world to the hassle and bustle he was used to. The house they had stopped at was a decent sized detached, stone building. It had two floors with white wood windows and a wood door. The drive was carpeted by billions of pebbles and by the house there was placed a whole rainbow of flowers.
"You like flowers?" He asked lamely still taking it all in whilst cocking his head to her white summer dress that was dotted with red roses.
She seemed to consider what he had said for a moment before looking down at herself and at her garden. She merely smiled and motioned for him to grab the overnight bag she had told him to pack and opened the door.
The outside of the house was magnificent. The inside was even more so. The house was closed plan and mostly white. Not the sterile hospital kind. More of a bright, airy sort of white. There was one door strait ahead of him on the other side of the graciously spaced entrance hall whilst a wooden flight of stairs spieled up the wall beside him. It made the hall smaller, but in a cosy sense rather than cramped.
"We're back." And all chaos broke loose. Before he could do anything a flash of pink and brown jumped him. He looked down at the young girl in his arms, instantly recognising her as Rosa. She was looking a lot happier now. Brown hair down and framing her heart shaped face perfectly with the curls. The pink being a fairy princess outfit, complete with wand, tiara and wings. She looked like a real princess. The picture of health and joy.
And she had come so close to losing all that.
"Hi Allie, did you have a nap I told you you'd feel better after."
"You sure did. I guess you were right."
"Ok little petal, why don't you go and finish that pretty drawing so you can show Alex." Laughed the man Alex recognised to be Michael.
"No. Shhhhh." Responded the young child. "Is a surprise. You can't come in the kitchen yet Allie I'm not done yet." She said it in a quite forceful manner as well. As far as 6 year olds could.
"OK, I'll wait here." Alex replied in his usual calm tone. It seemed to please the pink girl as she immediately ran through the door she had come in through.
Alex turned to his hosts failing to hide the small smile young Rosa had brought on.
"You have a lovely house" He stated politely feeling a little awkward.
"And we want you to make yourself at home for this weekend Alex. You're our guest." Michael countered without hesitation.
"Do you mind if I ask why."
"Because we owe you so much." Declared the older man
"And more importantly…" Continued his auburn haired wife. "We wanted to."
"But why?"
"Alex, I don't know if you remember at the hospital but getting to know you… You are something special and I want to get to know you some more in a brighter setting."
"And what better way than to spend a few days here. We can just relax and you sound like you could use the break."
"What do you say Alex, Just for the night?"
"I don't want to cause any problems…" Alex trailed off. Why were they so insistent he stay?
"We'd love for you to stay with us. It's all Becky will talk about: getting you down her. So…?"
A pause. A deep breath and…"Ok, sure. I'd love to."
Wow, that was one hell of a chapter to wright. Not the most thrilling in the world but there you go. Really proud of the word count. Whilst I'm here, thank you so much for the comments and the followers. This is so much more than I had hoped for so please, keep it up and I will to. See ya round guys
Peace out.
