AJHkjwbchiugwqbhjvn this is way to late! I'm so sorry everyone! This is unbetad (NOT ANYMORE! *superman music plays* ..yeah, sorry, couldn't resist… I'll start editing now.) just so that I can get this out quickly.
Disclaimer- hehe not mine, yet.
Alex stood outside the building starring up through the blazing sun to the spot where Blunt's office was located. His mind was a jumbled mess on what would come next. He wasn't going back into the building that was sure… He was alone.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, he turned away from the bank building and headed to the Tube station a block over. Taking the Piccadilly line, he stopped at Gloucester station and made his way down the street to a tiny little twenty four hour Gym. The woman behind the desk gave him a quick nod as he pulled out the membership card from his wallet and flashed it at her.
"Have a good time," the pretty red head smiled winking at him, turning a little red as he hurried into the small men's locker room and to a specific locker. Ian had once told him that he should always have a bug out bag in case of an emergency at home, that was far enough from home but not to far for it to be impossible to get to. He had of course followed his advice after the Stormbreaker ordeal last year. He had rented out one of the lockers and kept a bug out bag and equipment inside of it at all times.
Opening the locker with a memorized combination, he pulled out the large backpack and set it down on the bench before grabbing the other items that he hadn't been able to fit into the bag, and instead placed them into the locker next to it. Overall, there was a couple of water bottles, a hunting knife (which he promptly pocketed) a long sleeve T-shirt, a pair of shorts and jeans and two clean sets of boxers, and plenty of socks. Opening the black bag, he dumped the stuff and, shifting through the first aid kit at the bottom he took out an ibuprofen pill and dry swallowed it.
Alex stared at his two bags in contemplation; opening up his schoolbag, he stuffed his journal and some of his non school related items into the bag. Then, grabbing two envelopes on the bench, he ripped them open to reveal a bunch of money. Each one contained about a thousand pounds, and pocketing a crisp twenty, he stuffed the rest to the very bottom of his bag.
Hefting the two bags onto his shoulders, he walked out of the locker room and slipped out without the pretty red head noticing and was soon back onto the streets. Next would be the hard part, a place to stay. Racking his brain, he again took the tube back to Chelsea and walked around the familiar streets. He could probably find a bench, but the cops would be on him instantly… A house maybe, but there weren't many in the area.
The reality of his situation came crashing down on him as he sank into a park bench two blocks from where his home had once stood. He was alone with no one that could help him, no place to stay, barely any money, and the government most likely after him. Groaning he clutched his still aching head, night was coming fast and if he didn't find a place soon he would be out of luck.
Standing slowly he looked around, he was near Brookland, maybe he could sneak in and hole up in the gym or something. It wasn't like there was a night guard of anything, and the security system was pretty basic. The idea of sleeping someplace not only warm but also familiar eased his mind.
By the time he had reached the school his shoulders had gone numb and his feet had begun to ache but his headache was nearly gone. The school loomed up at him, a modern building of oddly combined glass and brick. Walking to the side entrance that led to the gym, he quickly jumped the wrought iron fence and stalked up to the brick building.
A couple of years back, after facing a couple of break-ins, Brookland had put thousands of dollars worth of security alarms throughout the school on and around every entrance that would send out an emergency signal to the police silently in a matter of seconds. However, the school had over looked one main problem and that was windows, though many did have the security system installed most didn't such as the ones leading into the gyms.
However there was another problem and that was the fact that the windows were two feet to far away. Dumping the bags to the ground he looked around, and noticed one of the picnic benches sitting under a tree a couple meters away. An idea began to form into his mind as he walked over and picked up the metal bench and heaved it over to the window, before stopping three feet away from it. Hefting his bags Alex clambered up on the table and was now nearly eye level with the ledge leading to the window.
Taking a step back, he flung himself over the four foot gap, landing solidly against the brick wall his fingers curled around the narrow ledge. Carefully pulling himself up so as not to fall, he looked around making sure that no one had seen his 'daring' jump. Looking back up at the window, he laced his fingers up the brick using his tips to gently allow him to pull himself up so that he was flat against the wall, his arms and legs spread out and flat as well.
Edging over, he grabbed onto the window sill and shimmied over to the window. With one hand still latched to the frame, he pulled out his knife and jiggled it under the window, unlocking the lock and allowing the window to swing inward. With a sigh, he pulled off one of his bags gently and let it fall to the bleachers, and then he did it again with the other. Now easily able to climb through the window, he jumped down onto the bleachers four feet below him.
Hefting his bags back onto his back, he walked down the steps to the floor of the gym Turning sharply, he crawled under the bleachers using his phone as a flashlight, towards the middle, he let his bags drop to the floor and sank to his knees pulling his windbreaker off and wrapping it around himself. Using his back pack as a pillow he fell asleep.
Yes, short, only two pages. The plot should continue to build from here. Thank you for the reviews I'll answer them either privately or in the next chapter. And holy crow the communities, 113 favorites and 192 alerts with nearly 15k views Thanks a lot guys, you're the best!
Next chapter: school, and maybe more journal and Jack's magical adventure.
