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A/N: any grammar, spelling or punctuation mistakes or any thing you think needs to be changed, let me know. Nearly finished, unless anyone has a person's veiwpoint/theme/senario they really want, if so I'll try and write it, just let me know but, any review would inspire me to write :).

His enemies see him-

His R.E homework sat on the desk in front of him, his name and the words 'Emotions And How They Relate To Me.' forming the only writing on the page. Ideas swirl around his head, Ideas he can't write down like; 'Stress- Relieving stress on the shooting range' or 'Betrayal- A family friend pressed the button to blow-up my parents' or 'Anger- The British secret service, military intelligence six to be precise, keep blackmailing me to work for them' the Ideas, The feelings continue to swirl around until a small solemn smile flickers onto his face, and he starts to write. Ten minutes later he leans back on his chair reading his 'essay' before putting it through the shredder and starting again, writing about love and how his housekeeper had always been there for him. If it was possible to read, now that it had been through the shredder, the boy's homework would have revealed a lot, the words he had written from the heart would have spoken about the true Alex Rider, the words 'Pure emotion- They say the eyes are windows to the soul, that the eyes tell the truth. They say that even those who wear an emotional mask show their true feelings when the emotion is pure, strong. They say the strongest emotions are seen at crucial moments, like the death of another. I have been there at someone's death; I was the reason they died, killed in cold blood. I hide my emotions. I wonder what they saw in my eyes in their final moments, Hate, Pity, Regret or, maybe, nothing. Maybe all they saw was a blank, expressionless, emotionless face, the face of a killer. As, although that is the first time I ve killed in cold blood, it's not the first time I ve killed.'