Hey guys!

I was reading the reviews, I kinda liked OnlyABookworm's idea, maybe I'll do a one shot someday of it..

Back to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider

Suddenly, they heard a loud rustle near the tall bushes that were behind Alex, who snapped his eyes open and stood up in a defensive position before any of the other 9th graders could even blink. Two men with guns stepped out, and aimed their guns at Alex.

The 9th graders couldn't believe what they were seeing, but Alex seemed calmer then the ocean on low-moon days.

One of the men began,

"Hello, Alex Rider. We have orders to kill you."

"Who sent you?" Alex asked with a bored tone.

What? Why wasn't he freaking out? The guy had a damn gun! But the 9th graders, (they were hiding by the wall near the entrance of the graveyard) were frozen in shock.

"But Alex. I think you know who sent us." The other man mused.

"Scorpia." It wasn't an accusation; nor was it a question. It was a simple statement.

"Good. Now Alex, you have two choices. I can gun you down here and leave your body here to rot, or we can take you back to headquarters and interrogate you. Who knows, you might even survive. So which do you choose, Alex? Life or death?"

"Haven't you guys done enough to me already?" Alex whined, sounding not even shaken by the words of the threatening man. "Seriously. Scorpia has literally killed four out of five of the people in this row of graves. What more do you guys want? And about that life or death question, I think you mean, 'Death or death' because there's no way you guys would possibly let me live, no matter how many secrets about MI6 that I tell you. So, go ahead, kill me, because I honestly can say that I have nothing to live for anymore."

MI6? Death? Guns? Many of the 9th graders were frozen in shock, fear, and astonishment. But none regretted skipping school that evening. No geography lesson could possibly compare to the gossip they could spread with this. Not to mention, Dave was still recording Alex with his camera.

"Awww. Is poor wittle Awex suicidal?" The man with the gun continued.

"Not in the slightest. And I plan to avenge all of my loved ones' deaths." Alex said with a voice as cold as ice. "I will take down Scorpia, for good. One scumbag at a time."

With that last word, he lashed out with his foot and kicked up one of the men's guns, catching it in midair. "Tut, tut, tut. You left your gun on safety mode, idiot. You couldn't have shot me even if you tried. And, if my predictions are correct, the same goes for you." He kicked out again, and caught the other man's gun without even looking up. "You would think that after a while Scorpia would start sending a bit of a more exciting challenge. Hm.."

Alex kicked out again, sending both men flying, then landing on the grass.

"Are y-you going to kill us?"

Alex laughed a merciless laugh.

"No, I don't stoop that low."

The man seemed to un-tense at that comment, but then Alex continued,

"But I will beat the shit out of you."

All of a sudden, three other Scorpia workers jumped out from the tree above Alex and took his guns away.

"Good, good. I was getting a bit bored with the other ones." Alex mused. "It's not like I was gonna use it anyways. I'm more of a hand-to-hand combat kind of guy."

One of the men lashed out, punching Alex very quickly yet strongly in the head. But Alex ducked Matrix-style and swept his feet under the man's legs, bringing him to the ground.

When another two men appeared and attacked him simultaneously, he simply moved aside and lashed out, as agile as a cat.

More attackers appeared and Alex just kept fighting the same style, a strange hybrid mixture of karate, taekyando, and Alex-style. (Which actually deemed itself functional throughout the fight.)

In the end, there were 12 Scorpia workers (or as Alex liked to call them, Scorpions) on the floor of the graveyard, tied up with vines and ivy from the trees surrounding them all.

"Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. What the fuck was that?"

"What the fuck?"

"Crap. Crap."

The 9th graders of Brooklyn were panicking, and grateful that Dave had caught it all on camera.

If Alex knew how to fight like that, how had he never attacked any of his bullies?

But what was most shocking to the 9th graders was, when they watched Alex walk back towards his bike, they heard him speak into his watch,

"This is Agent Rider to MI6 headquarters, I repeat, this is Agent Rider to MI6 headquarters, requesting backup at Jerard Graveyard, 12 Scorpia workers have temporarily been KO'd, come quickly."

What do you guys think? From now on, should I describe fight scenes in more detail, or just write like this?

Thanks for guessing my age and country. No one has gotten it correct yet, but I promised 36 hours from my last update and three days hasn't passed yet, so… The guessing continues. If you guessed before, you can guess again.

But I'll say this: I'm not a teenager. And I live in: (Here's a vague, vague hint)

there is a house in new orleans

(But I don't live in the US.. Maybe check out the next line of that song)

I never knew I could be so mysterious… Huehuehuehue.

Also, I'll just say this: next is a stop at Alex's house.. :P

Please R&R!

-Sopbak24