A/N: This chapter is a little bit different. I decided to go and see what Alex got himself into. So this chapter is going to be all about him. Might not be too long but I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Halloween or it's characters.
Alex
The sun way high in the sky, hot and cruel as Alex walked along with his fellow soldiers. He didn't know where he was because they wouldn't tell him. Whenever he had to leave so suddenly they wouldn't tell him where he was being shipped off to. All he knew was that he had to leave Adrian barely twenty four hours after finding out that his unit was being sent somewhere. He also wasn't going to be able to speak to her. Communication with anyone other than who he was with was hard to come by. But he was some place that needed him at the moment. He wasn't happy about it but this was his job, what he willingly signed up for. The past few weeks bad been unbearable. He was on edge all the time, keeping an eye out for a group of people terrorizing a small village in one of the hottest countries he had ever been to. He along with his unit had been assigned to protect the small village, a lot of the places surrounding them had been evacuated before the attacks happened. The people were scared. They didn't like him or the outsiders in the village when they first arrived. In fact they were still adjusting a few weeks later. But most of them were kind and understanding that all they was trying to do was keep them safe. He tried his best to soothe them but he couldn't be around them all the time. He was too busy keeping watch, making sure no one would catch them off guard. The people there were innocent, they just wanted a normal life but their country was at war with each other. With their government. He didn't pretend to know their struggles, knew that even if he tried he could not understand. It wasn't his place. His job was to protect the innocent not wage in on issues that had nothing to do with him. All he was there to do was make sure that no more innocent people were injured because others were too angry and lashing out. He was forced to carry around heavy equipment which included his bullet proof vest, he was used to the weight of his things. He wasn't used to the thin layer of sweat that covered his body. It was inescapable, always extremely hot, the sun showed no mercy and clouds were no where to be found. This was as good as it was going to get and he was going to suck it up. Alex knew that he would be fine as long as he stayed hydrated.
Alex didn't know what time it was, the time wasn't main priority when he was working. But he guessed that it was over an hour ago that they heard a few shots a couple of miles away from the village. It didn't take them an hour to walk to the abandoned town nearby. It was one of the smaller towns, bigger than a village but not by much. The biggest difference being they had more buildings, more places to hide where no one would find them. His unit had spent the time trying to figure out if the source of the shots was there, Had the people left before they got there? They didn't have a truck to help them, the only one they had was kept at the base not too far out. It would draw too much attention. They did everything they could on foot; it was more quiet. They split up soon after reaching the small town, taking the chance to explore all the little buildings. For the most part it was all almost empty. The only remains of the people that were there being the smoke and dull fires that had yet to fade. Nothing else. It came as quite a relief to Alex. Whenever he went somewhere to see if it was clear, he expected the worst. Him and Adrian were similar in that way. expecting the worst yet hoping for the best. This was not the best but it was better than the alternative.
He jogged to the center of the town, where they had all agreed to meet up. Most of his unit were already there, waiting for the rest of the men and women that went with them. None of them claimed to see anything, all was clear. At least that was what they thought. They were talking with each other when they heard a few shouts not far from where they stood. It sounded like there was a struggle between more than two people. Alex had to look around him again to notice that not everyone was there. He felt a sense of dread creeping up his spine as he heard the yelling grow even louder, some men shouting in a language he wasn't too familiar with. His body became tense as they all agreed to see what was going on, no one had emerge from any corners of the buildings since they'd been standing there. Whoever it was had found some sort of hiding spot. He was in the middle of the group of people he'd made friends with over the years. They jogged to the closest building almost sure that was where the sounds were coming from, it was too close to be coming from anywhere else.
Alex and the rest of the unit failed to notice the lone male standing on the roof waiting. Watching as they all got too close to the building. He'd been hiding from them, knowing that they would be coming after they heard the shots. How own team were in the building below him, they'd caught two men off guard. None of them took kindly to the intruders in their country and they all wanted them gone. Or better yet, simply dead. It wasn't hard to lure them away from their base, at the first sign of trouble they came running. It would get them all killed.
No one noticed the grenade then had been dropped in between the group. Without any warning Alex was sent hurdling back along with the rest of the group. His body slammed into a nearby wall before falling to the ground. The sound of gunfire rang in the air but he could barley hear it over the high pitched ringing in his ears. Dirt and smoke got into his eyes, covered his skin and made him gag when he tried to breathe. His vision was blurry making it difficult to see anything around him. All he felt was pain, pain in his chest, pain in his head if he wasn't mistaken the hit he took from the wall cracked his scalp causing a good amount of blood to cover the back of his neck and stain his clothing. Right now that was the least of his worries. Pain was everyone, the only thing he felt. He tried to stand but he wasn't able to. Not only was he dizzy but his leg was also injured. Worry began to consume Alex as the ringing became louder. He was in the middle of no where. His unit and him were stuck with no medical care, the place was abandoned, he was almost sure people were shooting at him but looking required him to move and he couldn't move. He had no hope of seeking shelter at the moment, no hope of getting any type of help until they reached some place with a hospital that was willing to care for him and the others. Even that would take a lot of effort. For the first time in a long while Alex was scared. Scared that he wouldn't be getting out of there alive, especially if he didn't care for his injuries, he only felt them. He couldn't see how many more there were under his clothing, how bad the one to his head was or how much he was bleeding. He was a little too close to that explosion much like the rest of the others. Yet he was still alive but for how long? How would he make it out of there when they had no where to go?
Alex's heart was beating rapidly as his mind raced with thoughts of his younger sister. He hadn't planned to leave her but he did plan on returning home safe so that he could continue to watch over her. He was the only family she had, his parents just people that gave them shelter when they were kids. Adrian needed him just as much as he needed her. They were family. He couldn't leave her alone. He braced himself against the wall, biting back a groan of pain and he leaned against it for support as he stood up. His head was spinning but he didn't fall over yet. He had to see if the others were okay, had to make sure they were alive. His chest felt like it was on fire every time he took a breath and when he coughed some of his blood swelled up in his throat. This was not good. Tears of pain gathered in his eyes as he fell to his knees. His body was giving out on him, too tired to walk over to his friends although he could hear the same groans of pain coming from them. What was he going to do? Simply breathing was too much for him, keeping his eyes open was difficult, pain radiated from every point in his body. What could he do? Nothing if his body wasn't going to let him, he was much too exhausted to try and fight with himself. He leaned against the wall again, this time with his eyes closed. He couldn't keep them open anymore, everything was too blurry, his head hurt too much, he just wanted to sleep. It wasn't the best idea but it was all he had. He was a little mad at himself for not fighting harder, for not trying again. He had to comfort his aching body some way and the only thing that would help is the black abyss of unconsciousness. He let it overcome him, relieved when the pain began to dull.
A/N: This was a very short chapter. A lot shorter than the other ones I've posted so far. There wasn't much time to get into Alex's emotions, he was too busy with other things but I never got the chance to show you guys what happened to him. Now we know. Is he dead? I don't know yet, guess we'll just have to wait and see. Although he does have some pretty serious injuries. Head and chest trauma? Not good. I feel bad for my baby.