Authors Note: I know I haven't updated in forever! Please don't hate me! But its finally summer so that means I have more time:) I've been thinking for a while and I think this is the story that I am going to choose to start updating on my goal will be once a week! And if I don't feel free to yell at me to get back on track!
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider and probably never will:(
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Let the torture begin
Alex did his best to keep a bored expression on his face. He couldn't let any of them know he was on edge. The only thing giving him enjoyment in a sick twisted way was seeing how scared the others were. Alex couldn't help but find it amusing. If they ever lived to tell the story he was sure it would be told way different ly than it was playing out right now.
Alex kept looking ahead. He was really hot, but decided to keep his sweat shirt on and his hood up. He was 99.5 percent sure they knew who he was, but hey it was worth a shot wasn't it?
Alex wanted to gag at how sterile the place smelled. I mean how cliché could they get? Everything was white and the lights were way too bright with a long hallway that never seemed to end. You would think that the biggest criminal agency in the world could get a little creative when creating their torture zones. Now that Alex was thinking about it, every place he got tortured at seemed the same. He wanted to laugh at the thought that they tried to keep a universal theme.
After what seemed like hours, but was actually just a few minutes they had arrived. When they opened the door there was a table with a whole bunch of sharp instruments and a whip laying next to it. Alex shivered as flashbacks came rushing back to him. He forced himself to snap out of it though, he needed to stay strong now more than ever.
There was a man cleaning a blade who looked up upon their arrival. He had dark hair and eyes, and a crazed look to his eyes, but Alex had seen worse. He gave a smile when the boys entered, showing off huge white teeth. Alex immediately nick named him Big Tooth, since it was the first thing that popped into his mind.
"I hope you guys get as much enjoyment out of this as I will" Big Tooth said while he finished the final touches to his blade. "Let me get one thing clear, I will make this as painful as possible, but the longer you cooperate the longer you live."
Alex could see the other boys visibly shaking. It made him cringe to know they would get scars that would last forever and it was all his fault. It made him want to throw up.
"Any volunteers? Might as well get it out of the way." The guard said.
Alex slowly raised his arm up. "I will." he said, his voice coming out raspy. He knew this was going to hurt like hell, he had many fresh wounds that he didn't really feel like having reopened.
"Your wish is my command." Big Tooth said. "Now take you sweatshirt off, we can use it to clean the blood off later."
Alex slowly took off his sweatshirt. His classmates were about to see what he spent the last year putting quiet a bit of effort in hiding, but not that it mattered now.
He winced a little bit as the rough material rubbed against his whip marks, cursing himself a few seconds later for it, he had promised himself he would not show weakness.
When the sweatshirt was off he could see everyone gaping at him.
He looked down and saw why. Bruises covered his body ranging in many different colors, scars of all different shapes and sizes littered his body and fresh whip marks made a big display too. Not to mention the bullet wound scar right in the middle of his chest. He was sure putting on quiet a show.
He smirked. "What have you guys never seen a six pack before?"
The guard looked amazed. "Who is this kid?"
Big Tooth looked shocked. "It's Alex Rider you dumb ass."
Authors Note: Hope you liked! Please Please review if you do it will make my night:) And Gahh I can't decide if I want the other boys to get tortured or not. Also I am open to a beta if anyone would like to:)
