Disclaimer: Anthony Horowitz created Alex Rider; therefore I do not own him.
~Chapter 2~
"My name is Demyan remember; it as you writhe in pain."
"How long did it take you to think of that? Someone of your intelligence, it must have taken you a few days," Alex retorted hoping to sound braver than he was feeling; because quite frankly, he was terrified of the big Russian man in front of him that was clearly looking forward to seeing how long he would last.
He was angry at MI6. Why didn't anyone come when he called? The young spy tried to push his fear away and focus more on the anger as he glared defiantly at Demyan.
The Russian merely grinned maliciously at the boy that was completely at his mercy, not that he had any of course. "You will learn soon enough that it is best to keep your thoughts to yourself. The only sounds I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth of yours are your screams of pain and you begging me to stop."
Before Alex could even begin to process that, Demyan left the room. The words repeated themselves in his head and he shuddered in both disgust and dread. He suddenly let out the breath he had unconsciously been holding. "Calm down. Have to stay calm. Cannot allow myself to panic; that does no one, except maybe Demyan, and good," Alex told himself while expertly scanning the room, but being tied, with absolutely no wiggle room, there was nothing he could do.
Time ticked slowly by and the spy tried to get as much sleep as possible, thinking that he will need the energy. Finally at least three hours had past and despite the situation; Alex was bored being in the middle of the room tied to a chair. "Ugh, what is this: torture by boredom?" the 16 year old muttered to himself.
The young spy finally fell into a fitful sleep, haunted by all the people whose deaths' he had a hand in, including Jack, telling him that he deserves everything he is going to get; that it won't be enough to pay for his crimes.
()()()()()()()
Alex looks around wondering where he is as he observes his surroundings. It looks so peaceful and calm. Everything is green and there is a pleasantly warm breeze caressing his face.
Footsteps can be heard. The boy turns towards them and watches a person walking up the hill, the sun at their back, causing a glare around their face. Alex squints trying to figure out who the mysterious person is.
They finally arrive in front of Alex and he looks up to see Jack's smiling face.
"Jack!" Alex grins and hugs his housekeeper slash guardian.
"Alex," Jack hugs him for a moment and then suddenly pushes him away from her, the shock knocking him to the ground.
The young spy looks up and sees dark anger fall over the redheads face and dark storm clouds rolling in from the distance.
"Jack?" he questions in a meek voice.
"You killed me!" Jack screams.
He cringed; he always hated hearing Jack's American accent whenever she screamed.
"I didn't kill you, Scorpia assassins did."
"Oh and whose fault is it that Scorpia assassins broke into our home? Hmm, let me think. Oh, yes, they wanted you, not me. You! Anyone who ever gets close to you dies: your parents, your uncle, that damn assassin that you seem to care about despite the fact that he murdered your uncle and countless others, and me. Who's next Alex? Tom? Sabina? Ben? Your little SAS group? They'll all die and it will be all because of you," Jacks finished, glaring at him with her deadened eyes; eyes that will never experience a career or a family; eyes that will haunt him for the rest of his life.
()()()()()()()
Alex woke with a start, looking around the room wildly. His shoulders slumped as he realized he was still tied to a chair. The iron door swung open and Demyan stepped in wearing a malevolent smile and carrying a whip.
"Ah, what's the matter? Does little Alex suffer from nightmares?" the mockery was plain in his voice. "Well it's exactly what you deserve. You're nothing more than a traitor; murdered the people that took you in and graciously gave an impertinent little boy like you training so that you could survive in this world. Unfortunately I'm not allowed to kill you; I was ordered to merely prepare you for your trial before the board, by whatever means I deem necessary."
"Impertinent. Huh? How long did it take you to learn that word? I mean can you even spell it?" the young spy riposted in a calm demeanor, but inside he was reeling. 'The board members of Scorpia are the most ruthless criminals in the world, why would they put me on trial instead of just killing me?'
"Brat," Demyan hissed as he backhanded the boy. "I'm going to enjoy this."
The Russian raised the whip in the air and brought it back down with a snap, but he didn't let it hit flesh just yet; he wanted the little urchin to suffer through some anticipation first, never knowing when the hit would come.
"This is a Cat O' Nine Tails and it is designed to lacerate the skin and cause intense pain˚ and I will take delight in your agony," Demyan lectured in his best teaching voice, which was more menacing than informative.
˚Direct quote from Wikipedia.
A/N: It took me a long time to write this and for that I apologize; while I have no problems reading torture fics, it was surprisingly difficult writing my own. The next chapter (which I am a quarter way through) will have more graphic scenes and I will increase the rating to T (I believe).
Thank you for your patience and understanding and I hope you enjoyed reading chapter 2. Just a note, it will get a lot worse before it gets better.
Please review they mean the world to me.
