Hey guys, long time, huh? Sorry it has been so long but the last few weeks of school have been so hectic. Well, anyhow, I still am not completely sure where I am going with this but I will try my best to entertain and not disappoint.

This is chapter 4! Wow, I didn't know if this story would take but thanks to the many reviews, I am striving to go on. This chapter will start the breakage of Alex, or maybe not…. I guess you'll have to read and find out.

Disclaimer: It is called fanfiction for a reason.

Cold water brought him to awareness as his breath caught in his chest.

"Breathe, Rider," commanded a familiar voice.

Sputtering water and mumbling curses, Alex opened his eyes to the bright sunlight filtering into his prison and a stoic Fox who was attempting to stifle a chuckle.

"Up n at'em, Rider, we have things to do and training to complete." For being early morning, the man was increasingly annoying.

Sullenly, Alex rose from the bed he was lying on and took inventory of his body. He was sore from his brief brawl with the agents last night and his head felt thick with marshmallows but he could still function.

Wordlessly, Fox handed Alex a small bundle and indicated he was to change into the clothes. Five minutes later, the teen was emerging from the bathroom off the main room in loose black cargo pants and form fitting shirt to match.

Though he outwardly looked calm, Alex tried to fight down the feeling of his world spiraling out of his control. As he looked at Fox and noted the grin, he realized that though he appeared to be grinning at Alex's realization, a certain uncertainty lurked in his eyes. He didn't want this for him just as much as Alex hated being held captive. With a single look, Alex knew that Fox was doing what he could to extract him from the base.

Sighing his resignation more for the camera's benefit and whoever was monitoring him as to prepare himself for the day he allowed Fox to pinch and prod him. Yassen was sure to have nasty plans for him. Nasty, indeed.

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Four armed guards and Fox delivered Alex to a bare room, if it could be called a room. The high ceilinged and concrete floored expanse was as long as a football field and echoed in time with his footsteps. Only one door afforded entrance and exit and that was the door he had come in from. Other than a mat in the middle of the floor, the space was bare.

What the heck…. Alex struggled against his bonds, his hands tied behind him with a zip-tie. There were no cameras in sight and no guards. If he could just get out of his bonds, Alex had a chance at freedom, despite the watch. He was sure there was a limit for the range of the cursed thing. Even if there wasn't, he was going to try. He had to. He was not going to be SCORPIA's 'nightmare.'

Almost succeeding in bringing his hands to the front of his body, Alex stopped as the door opened. His back was to the door, but he knew that it was Yassen. The fact that he did not hear the man come up behind him was not surprising but his stomach clenched as he felt hands grip his arms in a painful hold. His bonds fell away and Alex stumbled forward, putting distance between the assassin and himself.

"Time to get to work," stated Yassen coolly.

"Yeah, too bad I'll never work for you." Alex couldn't keep the resentment from tinting his statement, staring at Yassen confrontationally. He didn't want to fight the man but had never been good at stilling his sarcastic comments. His mouth tended to get him into trouble.

Yassen just glanced coldly back. "All in good time."

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Punch, kick, block. Snap kick, upper cut, low block. The rhythm continued on for what seemed like days, the never ending cycle of surviving Yassen's attacks causing Alex's muscles to go into autopilot. He had lost the ability to consciously think of his next move as the assassin demonstrated his prowess, landing Alex on his butt too many times to count.

Not that he wanted to give in and allow the assassin to train him; far from it. He was just too tired and in pain to really care what happens beyond surviving.

After Yassen had come in, he had reverted to the cold killer he was, calling forth Alex's anger with comments of MI6's abuse of the teen, of the stress and the forced missions that he was made to undergo. The list went on and on as his anger rose to the surface.

"They just used you, nothing but personal gain on their minds." His cool, detached voice drilled into Alex with the intensity of someone who knew how to manipulate thought. But Alex couldn't break, wouldn't let himself.

"I know what they have done better than anyone; but I won't stoop to your level." Alex repeatedly assured himself that not giving in was right, but the assassin's words touched a part of himself that he didn't dare to delve into.

A punch aimed at his side slipped past his guard, causing him to fall to the ground.

"You can't stand against me, Alex. You are meant to be here, by my side, just as your father trained me."

"You are nothing like my father," spat Alex.

"That may be true outwardly, but our minds were perfectly in tuned with the other. Just like we will be."

"Bite me," mumbled Alex, not willing to give up. The mat was slick with his sweat as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the last few days. Yassen never let up, never let him have time alone. He was watched ever moment of the day and it seemed as though he enjoyed making Alex's life miserable. He knew he was trying to break him, completely tear him down so that Yassen could mold him to be whoever he needed Alex to be.

It was fairly easy the first day of 'training' as his resolve was still strong. After three days of endless drills, berating comments, and sleep deprivation, Alex was not so sure he could hold out. He knew he would be lost without Fox, looking him over every day and encouraging Alex to keep with it for just one more day, one more hour. MI6 should have arrived by now, he knew, but he clung to Fox's optimism.

Besides Fox and Yassen, Sarov was his only other visitor, having only seen him once to ask if he was willing to join SCORPIA. Alex had refused, but a touch of the pain from the watch had made him seriously think about accepting.

How can I be so weak? Preparing himself for more 'training,' Alex pulled himself up, facing Yassen once more.

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Okay, so I know it is short and it wasn't very good, but I am completely drained. I have no idea what I should focus on. I know the eventual outcome of the story but getting through Alex's 'training' is proving harder than I thought. I NEED suggestions. Please review if you have any ideas. Thanks so much!

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