DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alex Rider


Title: End of innocence

Rating: T! for language, violence and death.

Language: English.

WARNINGS: Child abuse, swearing, violence, death and drinking.

Summary: Nobody understood why Wolf was so harsh on Cub. But he had a reason...a pretty damn good reason. It all began with his childhood.


CHAPTER SIX

James sighed and placed the plate silently beside his father. He glanced over at his form and frowned when he couldn't find any movement from breathing. 'Dad?' James said, not daring to lay a hand on him. 'I brought you breakfast.' James frowned at the lack of movement before plucking up the courage to slowly pry the duvet away from his father. No movement. James quickly pressed his fingers to his father's wrist in an attempt to get his pulse.

Nothing.

James, panicking rushed downstairs and grabbed the phone. He shakily dialled 999. 5 minutes later and he was standing alone, watching as the paramedics took his father away. James's face was hardened and set as he watched the only thing he had in the world, no matter how much he hated his father, being whisked away from him. James didn't fall for the false pretence of freedom. He would be taken to an orphanage. No matter what.

'Jamie San-Luke?' A woman with expensively dyed hair twisted back in a too-tight bun asked. She had a wrinkled face, icy blue eyes regarded him cooly with a pair of thick black square glasses set on her nose as she peered over them. She was wearing a tight charcoal skirt suit that exaggerated her weight. Underneath was a pair of black tights with brightly coloured letters on.

'James San-Luca.' James corrected. 'What do you want?' The woman didn't seem to have any emotions slither over her face.

'I am Trisha Sparks. I will be your social worker at the orphanage.' The woman informed him. 'Every week you will have a slot with me to talk about your-' she gave James a look that made him feel as if she hated him. '-feelings.' James nodded, this woman made her feel as if he needed to be on edge. She wasn't normal, and if she was she definitely did not enjoy her job.

'I don't need to talk to you.' James snapped. The woman raised her eyebrows at him.

'Jamie, you don't need to pretend.' The woman said in a harsh voice. James scowled at the woman.

'Its James.' James snapped. The woman didn't seem to hear him or simply didn't care.

'Come along Jamie.' The woman said walking out of the house, the heels clicking as she did so. James couldn't help but wonder if it was suppose to warn people off from her. As it stands, in his eyes, she was the devil in disguise. Reluctantly James followed her and got into the shiny silver car. As it drew away he stared out of the window, he really hated "Trisha Sparks".


James scowled as he flung himself on a plain bed. The walls was light blue and plastered with posters of football players or posters of this band, Simple Plan, according to the logo at the bottom of the posters. He was just staring at the ceiling wondering what would happen to him when the unmistakeable bang of the door handle connecting with the wall sounded.

James shot up and watched as a boy slammed the door shut. A hole had appeared in the wall from the handle. The boy spun around, he had dyed his hair blue at some point and had green eyes. He seemed angry but nodded at James. 'I'm Kyle Blakes.' He announced. 'You are?' He threw himself onto his bed and laid their, giving James a curious look.

'James. James San-Luca.' James said sitting back down, wall leaning against the wall. The boy known as Kyle nodded as he examined James, almost critically. James felt like he was under a microscope.

'Your new to care homes.' Kyle stated. He wasn't asking it, he knew it. 'What did you do to get slung in here?' Kyle asked, a curious hint to his voice. 'Piss your old man off?'

'Nah. He kicked the bucket.' James said with a shrug. 'Before that he use to hit me, still have the bruises.' Kyle whistled.

'Thats rough.' Kyle acknowledge. 'My parents was shot, murdered.' Kyle shrugged.

'Sorry.' James said. 'About your parents.' Kyle just smirked slightly.

'Its fine, really. My mum was a drug addict and my dad was a drug dealer. Perfect couple, eh? A druggie and a supplier.' Kyle laughed bitterly. James knew how he felt slightly.

'My dad was a alcoholic.' James said simply. Kyle nodded.

'Look, your going to have it rough.' Kyle sighed, sitting up. 'But you can hang with me. Its only me and my sister that talk to each other here, but its better then nothing.' James smiled greatfully. 'They're all scared of us, our older brother - he's in jail - was in a gang and everyone thinks we've joined.' James nodded slowly.

'Alright. I'll talk to you 2, your actually quite decent, Blakes.' James informed him.

'Back at you, San-Luca. Back at you.'