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Disclaimer: Alex Rider does not belong to me.

But it was too late, Alex had heard it all and he was destined to get out.

Run. That was all Alex could think about, run! The tiny back pack he was carrying kept bumping against his back and making clicking noises due to the cans inside, making him wince over not choosing the biscuits. The torch he had snatched was low on battery and he had cursed several times as he had tripped, several times. His breathing was ragged and his clothing quite thin, thank goodness he had packed those boots otherwise he would have already broken his foot or worse. The practice jungle smelled of the sweet dew drops of rain and the fresh smell of the tall trees. The sight would've have been beautiful had it not been early dawn.

Suddenly there was a strong smell of rotting flesh that almost knocked out Alex. He immediately pulled his hands to his face, dropping the torch in the process. The light had shown on the empty thick rooted ground and Alex started to wonder where the smell was coming from. Suddenly a red drop dropped then one more and several other after that. With cautious eyes Alex peeked up. Hanging upside down was a pig, its stomach slit open with its guts hanging out and knifed and spears all forced into its body. Alex was frozen to the spot, the stench almost disappearing from his scent as his mind started to blur. On the pig was a doodle of a scorpion and a message that was drawn with a spray can. It read;

"You can run but you can't hide."

Alex stumbled back, tripping over a thick root of a huge banyan tree and then suddenly he was screaming. He ran blindly into the night, not caring of the fact that suddenly his foot was hurting, a sharp pain he received after a branch had tripped him.

He ran full force, his voice haunting the night sleeping animals when suddenly he was pulled upwards. The jerk was so sudden and violent; he thought he must have broken his neck. He lay in the pitch dark with a searing pain growing all over his body and the sense of feeling that the world wasn't upright. He heard a ragged breathing, branches being broken as someone ran and then the click of a gun.

"Who's out there?" a rough voice called out. Alex tried to open his mouth but all that came was a weak groan. There was another click and a flash of bright light shone on his face. He immediately closed his eyes, his arms raised to block the light and his body gently swaying.

"I've found the boy, he seems to be mildly injured but he'll be fine. He's hanging right next to mine 67. Over." The same man said and Alex quietly sighed with relief and fear. There were mines around here? Maybe the pig was just a dream and he was imagining it all.

"Boy, are you okay?" the man called out, moving the flashlight away from his face and showing himself. It was a young man with blond hair bright blue eyes; they looked like contacts even in the dark. His accent had more of a British country side sound to it.

"No." Alex moaned and then closed his eyes. He was just waiting to get down.

"Okay, just hang in there sonny. My name's George and help's on the way-"

He suddenly stopped and Alex wondered why. He opened his eyes to see George frozen in the spot, his eyes wide and searching his surroundings. He quickly shone the torch light all around him, scattering sleeping animals all around.

"Who's out there? This practice session is closed for investigation." He said. Then there was a crunchy noise and Alex had heard it too. He held his breath as George quietly moved closer to Alex.

"We'd better get out of here faster." He whispered and Alex impatiently nodded his head. The man fixed the torch light upon a strap on his shoulder and pulled out a Swiss Pocket Knife, the blade glinting in the moonlight. He slowly started to cut upon the string that held Alex, his hands ready to catch the young boy.

Then he suddenly made a hearty grunting noise and staggered back.

"George?" Alex quietly called out. The man straightened himself whilst pulling the torch wildly from the shoulder strap. He shone the light on his stomach and there stood, pushed right through, was a sharp spear. He sighed and then fell to his knees. Alex started to scream the young man's name out loud, continuous fear strained howls. There was a sharp whizzing noise and then an arrow pierced George right in the head. His blue eyes turned pale, maybe they weren't contacts, his skin matching the whites of his eyes with the red fall of blood pouring from his forehead looking out of place. He then fell face first to the ground, creating a pool of the crimson liquid all around him.
Alex screamed desperately and tried hard to heave his hands round to the rope above him. He tried scratching at the thick rope, his skin already turning raw and his nails paining so much it felt as though it was going to be ripped off. There was a fresh set of tears streaming from his eyes and constant ringing noise that sounded like a police's siren booming in his head. There were quick running noises all around him and knife sharpening noises echoing all around him. Then he heard something that paralyzed him;

"Get ready with a dose of the mental asylum, Alex. Where you can run but you can't hide."

Then there came a vicious giggle, sounding like those girls from horror movies. Alex felt his mind starting to go dizzy, his world swirling and swaying even though his body was still. He heard his names being called out, but they were so far away, so very far away. He then heard a loud boom and he hit his forehead smack to the ground and slipped into a dark oblivion, which pulled him deeper and deeper until he was not to be found.

Sabina stared at the bright pink wall ahead of her. Her dad had been missing for almost a month now and the 'Mental Asylum' was definitely one of the cheapest excuses she's ever heard. Seeing her father grabbing his head and swaying his pained body in the corner of a room made her shiver. She knew her father wasn't mad; he seemed fine just that morning. Something was up and it just seemed so familiar, it killed her inside. But whatever it was, she was sure Alex would find him, cause no matter what happened to him he would always come back fine and safe. Even his emotions for Jack are gone, he seemed fine.

Yeah, he'll survive.

Caramel Macchiato

Hey guys! So please R&R! I'm really sorry again, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I swear the next chapter will come extra soon! Take care! Byeeeeeee