Please R&R. I don't own the Alex Rider series. Enjoy!
Razim sat at his desk. The fine pine wood desk glistening from the lamp shades at each side of it. The wall color was a bright orange, a bookcase stuck at it, each book about different techniques and methods to surgery. Each page a different colour of red or pink and sometimes just complete different shades of colour
Razim stared at the picture of his desk, the laminations sparkling and new. A picture of Alex Rider. He was going to do the 'before' and 'after' his experimentation. Most probably what will remain of Alex at the end would be a massacred dead body with broken bones and rotting flesh. Very much of a pleasant sight to Razim. The boy was incredibly sharp and good looking, with his fair shaggy hair and dark secretive brown eyes any girl would fall for that, too bad this was his last 'good' night. He ruffled his short cropped hair and flipped the picture around. He had been waiting for this for a long time. Teenage girls were still his favourites but this was SCORPIA's biggest enemy, destroying him would mean the comeback of one of the biggest organizations in the world! A knock on his mahogany door made his thoughts disappear.
"Come in, Zaid." He replies, recognizing the familiar knock on the door. A teenager entered, dark brown long hair that falls till his shoulders, piercing dark green eyes, broad shoulders and hidden muscles that protruded from his army clothes. He must be about 19 or 18. He said he was from Afghanistan though he didn't look like it, but who was Razim to judge. In his hands were a couple of folders and a small glass bottle.
"The antidote sir and a couple of techniques for the perfect torture." He smiled crudely at the old man.
"Perfect, Zaid. Now tell me how." Razim clasped his hands and leaned his elbows on the table, his bones smashing the image underneath. Zaid placed the folders on the table, laying them out like playing cards and placed the bottle in front me. It was a gooey peach colour with black spots in it.
"Most of it is complicated sir but it's very basic. It's like fighting fire with fire. We added some medications that help out with other diseases that are very similar to the flu, example Panadol. Then we added drops of the disease itself and we've created the perfect antidote. So you're protected sir." Zaid smiled once more, getting the same response from Razim.
"What about the files?" Razim asked.
"Different methods of hurting little Rider, sir. Like did you know that paper cuts are quite hurtful. One little smear of blood and then dropping him into an aquarium with sharks will be like watching a messed up experiment, blood, guts everywhere." He arched one eyebrow up. Razim gazed at the files and pulled them in.
"Perfect Zaid, I had been having Scientist Block." He laughed to himself. Zaid forced a laugh and then quickly quieted down. Zaid stood in silence as Razim gazed at the folders, flipping each page with a professional finger.
"Any names for the disease sir?" Zaid asked, trying to break the awkward silence. Razim took his time, staring close at the pictures that showed bodies that were just plain flesh and bones after the effect of being half chewed by sharks. A tooth was even stuck in one of the bodies intestines.
"Yes." He looked up.
"I thought of a quite clever one actually." He smirked.
"What sir?" Zaid asked, interested.
"The Rague. It has my name and the Plague in it. So Razim plus the Plague equals to The Rague!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands high up.
"That's perfect sir." Zaid smirked, quiet mocking actually but Razim was too busy smiling to himself for noticing.
"Now, thank you but please leave because I need my rest. Tomorrow is going to be the best day of my life. Imagine Zaid, the money I'll get for killing this little bastard and because you're my best guard I'll get you a perfect raise and some of my earning cash." Zaid smiled gracefully and gestured a thank you. He headed out of the room, his palms sweaty. Razim hadn't seen the last look of fear on Zaid's face as he exited the room. Zaid walked into the hallway; a few meters from the door he pressed two fingers to his ear.
"Got it?" he asked.
"Perfect job, Zadock." Zack replied. The two brothers looked nothing alike, though they had their similarities through personality.
"Now get out of there before Razim gets you." Zack laughed and they switched off their communication. Once outside Zadock rubbed his temple, sweat coating his hand. He got out and walked outside the warehouse gates. A black Range Rover was parked outside, smeared with flame tattoos. He smiled to himself, got in and started his drive to the 'guards' hotel. He switched on the radio, The Fray playing. He tapped on his steering wheel the tune of "Fall Away". Little did he know that Razim heard everything too and had right now pushed the button underneath his desk that gave away the deadly Rague in a version of gas through the air conditioner. But Zadock felt nothing as he drove quietly on the traffic jammed roads to his hotel. As soon as he switched off the ignition, parking at his spot in the basement of the hotel, did he suddenly feel claustrophobic. He clutched his chest and heaved in heavy breaths. His eyes swirled in front of him and were turning blurry. Two other guards had entered from the parking and were walking in his direction, stern faces on both of them. Zadock coughed out and a disgusting noise came out, along with a little blood in his hand. Zadock groaned and closed his eyes as he leaned back, he was definitely dead now. He winced as another cough threw him back. His chest burned with fire and his head was fading away. He clutched his ears and gave out his distress call.
"I've been caught Zack, I've caught The Rague…" he couldn't complete his sentence as the two men bolted his door open and dragged him out. One man with fair short cropped hair pulled out his earphone and crushed it underneath his rock hard boots. The other man who had ginger shaggy hair gave a swell punch to Zadock as he threw him against the tarmac. Zadock screamed but his cough interrupted him. He swallowed his fear and laid his head on the ground, feeling the red liquid drip onto his eyelids, piercing his vision. He blinked once and then everything went black as the ginger man brought his fist down fast. Zadock closed his eyes and prayed that Zack get there in time.
Alex opened his eyes which were smeared with blood. He noticed that he was lying bleeding on a lavish red silk bed spread that was lined with golden threads. He painfully looked to his right and saw a perfectly polished white door with a shining golden knob tempting him like crazy to make a run for it. But the glistening camera right above the door just made him shiver. He did not remember being beaten up like shit, he just remembered Razim sitting in a chair and drinking alcohol, some boring all chatter and then blank. Alex hated himself; he should've grabbed that Swiss knife in his room when he had wanted to. Lying to Sabina that it was a gift had hurt him a little but it was nothing compared to what Razim had done. He lifted his arm and screamed, it was a bloody mess. He only now cried out loud as he felt the searing pain that echoed all through his body. It was cut up, knifes, whips, knuckledusters and the whole package left its marks. He lifted his other arm and saw the same mess. Gentle tears fell from his eyes as he exploded with a terrifying cough. He closed his eyes and sunk his head in the soft feather filled pillow.
'Fuck you, Razim. I hope you die in hell, I hope I meet you there so I can peel your fucking skin and see you melt in salt once more. Hear your pathetic screams and let you drown in a world of madness even though you're already there.', Alex thought to himself. He will get revenge, even if on his death bed he will spread his disgusting disease to that man and punch his eye out of his socket. Alex coughed again and felt weak, his mind spun.
"Alex?" A gentle voice asked, but he knew it was just one of the pestering guards.
"Alex?" the voice was more of a whisper this time as the darkness once more started to control Alex's mind.
"Alex?" he didn't hear the last time the guard called him as he drowned in his painful world. His last thoughts bearing the violent and gruesome images of Razim's skin peeling, melting and burning as he chopped him alive and burned him in fire.
'What pleasant thoughts.' Alex smiled for the last time that night.