The final chapter of my story. I hope you like it. Please review and in case you don't like this story, tell me what I may improve.

By the way, I'm not native English-speaker so please forgive me errors I'm either doing because of writing fast or because of my nescience.

Chapter 10

I wake up and Marc is next to me. I cuddle nearer to him while he fumbles off the alarm clock. I put my head on his chest and smell his body, a mixture of his aftershave and cigarettes. I feel his hand gliding through my dark brown hair and down my neck, my back and he grabs hard my ass.

He enjoys touching me, it pleases him to have a seventeen-year old who he can fondle. Slowly, I crawl onto his big body, I'm about ten centimetres shorter than him but it doesn't matter. He stares into my eyes and I see the wilderness and lecherousness in his ones.

He wants to fuck me up and we start to do it once more. What he doesn't know is that this will be the last time and that his last hour on this earth has just begun. We make it extremely hard and intensive now, he wants to feel ultimate pleasure and I reach the climax as well, enjoying every second of his old, scar-marked, tan body.

He lies over me now and doesn't know about the knife which is hidden under the pillow. I smile my evil smile, and he can't hold himself back to kiss me and touch my breasts, not romantically but sex-madly, he wanted to possess the female body and he wasn't bad looking for that, but he just isn't the type of guy I want to plan my murders with. So while kissing, he closes his eyes and cumming.

Slowly I reach for the knife, my legs are pushing him closer to me and he presses his chest onto my little tits, wanting to feel my nipples arousing. My hands grab the knife and I pull it out of its hiding. Still continuing the kiss, Marc doesn't open his eyes, his fatal flaw.

I love to describe the moment when he does open his eyes, opening them wide and I can see the pain and the surprise in them, when I stabbed the knife deep in his back, cutting his skin open and allowing the red blood flowing out of the wound.

He does not scream but he breathes more heavily, he wants to yell in pain, I stab the knife into his chest and the warm blood first trickles down on my skin, then it sprays out of the wound on me.

"Why?" Marc whispers with blood dripping out of his mouth and slowly he falls down on me. I press him on me, the last time I can hug him and then I push him away from me.

I'm full of blood so first I'm going to the bath to take a deep and warm shower. It feels good how the red liquid runs down my skin and gathers on the ground, being washed away by the water.

A good start for the day, I think and start drying my hair and dressing with black jeans, a black top and another black blouse.

It was a new day for Alex and somehow he looked forward going to school. He wanted to give his life a chance and tried to make new friends. He was well accepted although he had great effort fitting in.

He took his school bag and together with Keith they walked out of the building. It was when he spotted a suspicious man when Alex' mood went down. He looked around and noticed that this particular man was wearing a gun and listening to something, staring over at Alex, then suddenly looking away.

He sighed. Mrs. Jones would never leave him on his own, at least not as long as they haven't heard anything about his half-sister yet.

Arriving at school, he met his friends, they exchanged latest news and Alex saw the same man and hoped this wasn't the best MI6 had to offer. But he hadn't seen any spy or shadow the past few days and decided to dig deeper.

He told his friends he needed to see a man about a dog and left. He went to the bathroom and waited until it was empty to make a call.

"I wondered when you would call, Alex," Mrs Jones greeted him to his surprise.

"Really? Then tell me why I'm observed again?"

"It's just a new measurement for security. You said Marc had been a spy. NCIS found him in Autopsy this morning. We suspect...well, Alex. Who else should have done this. She's still here and we need to protect you."

"As much as I have heard about her, nothing can protect me from her," Alex mentioned and looked at his watch. He was too late for classes, again.

"We're doing our best and I promise you, within the end of the week, your sister will be in Alaska again."

With that she hung up her phone and Alex hurried back to his class room where he silently entered, apologized and searched his chair. The teacher gave him an angry look but nothing more and Alex was ready to focus on some American history.

After the break a single lesson Maths followed and after that, Spanish lessons with Mr Fernandez who liked Alex for speaking so fluently and using a Spanish accent, not Mexican. But sometimes, it was boring and Alex stared at the blackboard where his teacher was writing down all tenses of subjuntivo which Alex already knew perfectly well.

He was distracted a summing noise and realized it was his mobile phone. He looked around and was glad Mr. Fernandez hadn't noticed. Mobiles were forbidden during lessons and he didn't want to lose his.

But he was curious and picked it up. Under the table he saw that he'd received a new short message and opened it.

"Now in science section. Jones" he read.

The phone number was unknown but if it really was Mrs. Jones she seemed to having either found out something about the location of his sister or she was about to tell Alex that he had to move again. However, he asked his teacher if he may go to toilet and left the classroom.

Alex walked down the corridor to the classrooms where science was taught. It was darker here, there were no windows and somebody must have turned off the lights. He searched for the switch but funnily it didn't work out.

"This is the moment when you should get suspicious," a voice suddenly said and in shock Alex turned around. He stumbled backward facing himself far too close with his psychopathic half-sister.

"You know on which situation this reminds me? I read about your final battle with Julius, in that school and how he turned up several months later. But believe me Alex," she came closer and Alex stepped back again, "when I am finished with you, I have no reason to turn up again." She whispered and her voice was cold, determined and already sounded mean itself.

Alex didn't doubt she wanted to make her threat come true and suddenly stopped, not anymore stepping away.

"You're scared of me, Alex. Why?" she asked in a sweet voice, her face was far too close to his, for his gust.

"I think we already had this discussion," he answered drily.

"Ahh, what you read about me was the conclusion that I'm a little, mean, evil, psychopathic girl who will do anything to kill you, right?"

Alex nodded uncertain. "Listen, Alex. You don't belong into a prison, but into a psychiatry," he said but she only laughed madly at him. "You're crazy! You grew up with a bunch of mad men in a maximum-security prison and they told you nothing but hatred and disgust for any human," he first shouted, the realized they were at school with thin walls and he went to whispering again.

"Then why don't you kill me, why don't you send me back to prison?" she asks and Alex had to admit that her dark-blue eyes made him feel very uncomfortable and uneasy.

To be honest, he didn't know an answer. After all, she was his half-sister. Although he had killed Julius, he had just been a clone, not someone who had been a real relative.

"Alex, listen," he started and tried to stay calm. He knew she could kill him within a second. "I'm your brother and you're my sister. You grew up in the wrong environment. I believe that you can do much better thank you think."

She laughed her insane laughter. "Ah, you think just because our DNA may be the same, we've got something in common? Since I learnt about you, I wanted to kill you. Not because of the same motivation Julius had had. I'm not jealous on you, you have had a family and believe me, I am glad I never had one.

Because like that, nobody can hurt me. Isn't it so? Your mummy died, our father was killed, our uncle was murdered and finally your housekeeper Jack became victim of an evil game played by your worst enemy...I have nothing to lose because I never had anything. Something you can't understand..."

"You're disgusting," he hissed and suddenly saw a creature he could never believe himself to be related with.

This made her only smile. "Alex, you've experienced so much. By now, you must know that there exists such thing as pure evil and I think I impersonate that one very well, don't I?"

That was the moment when he had enough. His right hand became a fist and without thinking, he pushed it as quickly as he could toward her face. But she was faster than he had expected. She ducked away and stepped aside.

"Oh, I expected you be faster," she laughed at him and before he could answer, he kicked his feet forward, left, right, left, she kicked his legs away again, turned around, avoided another hit by his right, left hand, he could sense her hand on his waist and in the next moment he saw the world turning upside down and he lied on the floor.

He looked up and recognized a hand. Without a smile of joy for his misfortune, she stared at him. He grabbed her hand and she pulled him up again. Waiting a second before she moved again, Alex was surprised how she had learned such fine martial arts and she was moving so fast that he had difficulties following her hands and legs.

He sensed them however, every kick hurt to his leg and they were using the whole space of the corridor. After something that seemed to be eternity or rather twenty seconds, he had figured out that even she must had a weakness and recognized that she was fast and flexible, but not as strong as her muscles may let him believe.

He stepped forward and she backwards, both still pushing away each other's hand and he already felt blood trickling out of a wound on his forehand, seeing that also she had something red shimmering on her face, and he noticed that he must have hit her at least twice.

A strong forehand hit, she ducked away and he wanted to start a kick with his left leg but before he could even reach her position, she had turned around, taken two or three steps before reaching the wall and in slow motion he saw her jumping upward the wall as if there was no gravity, turned around over his head, remembering to Matrix style of the first Kung Fu battle in the first movie and she landed on her feet, face against the wall,

she turned around and leaned forwards, bended down and standing on her left foot, Alex saw the right food moving towards him, behind her back and he stumbled against the wall, being kicked into his face like the guard by Trinity in Reloaded.

He sunk down and realized that he could get up once more but just looked at her sister who stood there, just staring back.

"I don't want to fight you," he said and she squatted down in front of him. It was a wonder that nobody has come out of their classrooms yet to see what that noises had come from.

"You know, Alex...since I read about you I had one goal: Eliminate you. You're a damned pain in the ass, fighting heroically evil, thinking you're a smart-ass and child-version of James Bond. But you know what, you're not.

And neither am I a super villain, battling the good and trying to rule the world. The world is not enough, Alex, not for us two. I don't want to join any terrorist group, become an assassin for any political problems some governments want. I just want to be myself.

I want to kill who I want to kill, I want to fuck who I want to fuck and what I don't want not a bit, is to share this wide world with you. You're the last member of my family and as long as you live I'll be hunted."

"You will always be hunted. You're a criminal!" she shouted half-loud.

She smiled again. "I know, Alex. You aren't the first one who told me: Nearly every psychiatrist, every guard in the prison, Mr Blunt, all of them told me I'm a mad woman, I'm insane, cruel, inhuman, have no emotions, am psychopathic and neither know pity nor mercy. And they're right. I'm a being without feeling, I don't even dare to say human. But you know whose fault it is?"

"Blunt used us both. We should show him that we're not his toys. But not that way," Alex whispered. He felt how much she had beaten him up, his face seemed swollen and he felt blood running down his skin. "Do you want to kill me or don't you?"

She looked at him for a while, it seemed as if she hesitated, not knowing what would happen when her final task was done. What should she do after that? Killing Alex had been her greatest desire and when she fulfilled it, what aim was left then in her life, any motivation to live?

He knew she was thinking that and he whispered: "You kill me. What then?" He stared at her, waiting for the judge to decide. But had judgement day come already for the seventeen years old ex-spy?

It was Mrs Jones turn to enter the corridor first. When Alex' guard hadn't responded and been found dead in his car, she had directly send a special command into the school. Everyone had to stay in classes and it was clear that if not soon an explanation followed, panic was about to erupt.

Mrs Jones stopped immediately. Light was still not turned on but what she saw, shocked her deep down to her bones. There were two shadows in the corridor, none moving.

One lay on the floor, the other one stood in front of it, head hung down, staring on the dead one. Mrs Jones came closer and had the urgent impulse to vomit. What she saw made her last meal come up to say hello.

The body on the floor was unrecognizable. Blood was spread around one meter around it, the wall was coloured reddish and the whole body was sliced open. She could see the content of the stomach, the single organs, anything until there were the white bones. The legs and feet were the same, cut open and a huge puddle of blood indicated the hurt the dead one must have endured.

"Oh my god," she muttered staring at the head and not believing what she saw. I seemed as if parts of the face were bitten away, the rest cut open, a Joker smile on the face due to the Glasgow method, slicing the mouth open with a knife.

The neck was opened as well, parts of the skin hanging down loosely on the body.

When she finally managed to look away from the body, she realized that the other person hadn't moved yet. Suddenly, the shadow moved the head, looking at Mrs. Jones.

"Why did you do that?" the MI6 agent asked with a trembling voice.

"I had to. My mission is accomplished. Take me back and hide me from the world," the girl answered. No feeling, no joy, no happiness, no emotion neither in her face nor her voice. She was serious and somehow she looked sad.

"You didn't want to do that, Alex."

"He was my brother. I needed to do that," she answered quickly.

"But you didn't want to..."

"I enjoyed it. As long as I don't have another destination, you can bring me back to Alaska. Hide me from the world, I'm too dangerous for it."

"You want to be locked away for the rest of your life?" Mrs Jones asked uneasily.

"When I will be needed or when I will need something, believe me, Tulip, I will find a way to escape," Alexandra said and moved towards the agent.

"How did you do last time?"

"Sleep with a guard. It's always the solution and it works with all men...we both know that..."

Mrs Jones didn't respond to that but pulled out her handcuffs. Somehow she felt pleased to put them on her but then she turned her face again to the girl.

"You killed Alex. I really liked him, you know."

"I do. And he was valuable for Alan. That's a reason why I had to kill him."

"What is it between you and Alan?" Mrs Jones asked confused.

"You should ask him that yourself," she answered and to all further questions, she didn't answer.

She kept silence and Mrs Jones wondered what was really the reason for her to kill Alex, she didn't seem to be a person who murdered for personal reason, for joy and happiness and chaos only. And then she mentioned Mr Blunt.

Why had he wanted Mrs Jones to visit that woman in Alaska, why hadn't he returned a second time...or had they met more often?

Without asking any further Mr Blunt had granted Mrs Jones to accompany personally the girl and the two guards to the prison. Alex hadn't said a single word when she was interrogated at Police in Washington by both a detective and Mrs Jones. So after a long video conference between Mr Blunt, a FBI director and a CIA deputy, it was decided to bring Alex back to maximum-security prison in North Alaska where actually only men were allowed to.

They used a private plane for crossing Canada and the two guards had already fallen asleep after such a long journey. Mrs Jones looked up from her book and regarded the girl for a while who was staring out of the window.

Seeing her like this, you wouldn't believe her being one of the most dangerous people she had ever met – and Mrs. Jones has met a lot.

"You really want to go back?" she dared to ask.

Alex turned her head and faced the MI6 agent. "Why do you think so?" she asked seriously, her eye brows shortly twitching, perhaps reminding her to the bad time she has spent in prison, perhaps remembering the good times she has spent there.

"You could have run away...after you killed Alex. But you waited for us," Mrs Jones explained confused. "You wanted to get caught. You knew we would send you back there."

The young woman didn't respond but looked down.

"If you wanted to send a message...we would have know that it was you without you waiting."

"I think it's better for the world that I stay locked up..." she answered.

"You had your freedom. You could have gone everywhere you wanted?" Mrs Jones didn't understand that. Everyone wanted to be free and she had had the possibility to lead a life that she had most probably only dreamed of in her cell.

"Freedom for what? I would have become a drug dealer or an assassin. Always on the run." She still didn't look up. "When I want to be free, and the time will come, I know how to break out. I don't plan to spend the rest of my life...locked up with...a crowd of paedophiles and psychopaths, like it's expressed so kindly."

"You don't want to go back, do you?"

"You have no idea how it is in there. I'm nothing worth."

"Then how could you survive? You must have fought strongly."

"I was the only woman in there, my only task was being their sex object and toy."

Suddenly she looked directly into Mrs Jones eyes and the grief but also emotionless stare made her feel uneasy and uncomfortable. "Like I said, I'll perhaps gather some friends and connection for a few months. And then I'll be out again."

"You seem to be very confident. How did you manage last time?"

"McCain helped me and I slept with a guard."

"It won't be that easy next time."

"I have a plan B."

"Ah," Mrs Jones said and sighed. There was silence for a moment.

"What is it between you and Mr Blunt?" she asked and realized that they were already breaking through the clouds and soon landing on the little airport she had already hated last time.

Mrs Jones thought she could have seen a little twitch of a smile in the girl's face.

"Did you know he was married?"

"Yes." Something told her that Alex had already known that Mrs. Jones had been aware of this fact.

"You knew about their daughter?"

"No...he has a child?"

Alex nodded. "This time wasn't the first time I broke out. After I had found out my true identity and origin, I wanted to get to know the man whose fault it all was.

Mr Blunt had sent my father to this undercover mission, allowed my mother to carry out my child although I believe he wanted her to die in prison before I was born. Then he arranged everything so that nobody ever found out about me, that my father's wife would never find out."

"You visited him?"

"Yes," she remembered that memory. "I came to London and for the first time, I met him personally. I surprised him in his living room when he came home after work. Her mother and daughter came back later and he had sent them upstairs so that we were alone.

And we talked. About John, about his work, about my mother who had already been deceased, about why for god's sake I had to live. And then he told me that I should survive, and endure a slow death. He is so emotionless, you know that?"

Mrs Jones nodded slightly. She feared the worst and hoped that she was wrong.

"Then I started talking about his family and that was his weakness. I knew I had to show him how it feels to lose family. I knocked him off very quickly, ran upstairs-"

"You killed his daughter?"

Alex nodded, staring out of the window and Mrs Jones detected a little smile on her face. "Her mother didn't see it, with two kicks she was unconscious. Two days later I surrendered and was arrested. I wanted to see Mr Blunt again and how he had reacted to it. He was the one interrogating me but the only thing he did was staring at me for two full hours. It felt so good."

She sighed, the agent couldn't decide if it was a good memory to her or just a sigh for tragedy that happens in life. "Blunt told me he would return one day. And he did about three years ago, around Alex' first mission. He told me his wife had forgiven him for bringing them into such a danger because of his job.

But he still seemed unhappy, I understood that. It was the first time, he admitted emotion and that love made weak. I don't have such weakness although I regret it sometimes...I know you don't believe me that. However, I promised him that I could make him stronger..."

Suddenly she looked up. "When you return to London, please greet him from me."

"What do you mean?" Mrs Jones asked curiously. That made her feel nervous. "Why? What do you plan? Alex! Alexandra! Is that a threat?" she shouted and noticed that the two guards have awaken.

But Alex didn't answer, she continued looking outside and regarding the plane landing in Northern Alaska, the coldest US-region. And whatever Jones tried, how much she shouted, the girl didn't speak a single word anymore.

It was late night and dark outside when Mrs Jones' plane landed in London. It rained outside and it was typical Britain-cold. A black limousine awaited her at the airport entrance and an agent put her trolley into the rear trunk.

She nodded thanks and entered. Surprised she was frozen for a second when she encountered Mr Blunt on the backseat. She sat down next to him, the car started driving and she remembered what Alexandra had told her.

"How was your mission?" he asked severely.

"You read my report," she answered shortly and didn't dare to look at him. She had whined on the plane and didn't want him to know.

"You have cried," he stated neutrally and she cursed herself.

"Alex died, Alan! He was just a boy!"

"We should have locked up that half-sister better."

"How's your wife?" Mrs Jones asked suddenly and changed topic.

"What?"

Was this an emotional reaction in his eyes?, Mrs Jones wondered.

"She...died, yesterday," he answered uneasily and stared straight ahead.

"What?" Mrs Jones whispered and her skin was burning. She should have known, she could have warned him. "How?"

"An assassin. We caught him but he committed suicide before we could ask who he worked for."

"Any idea?" she asked and observed his reaction.

"No," he answered but Mrs Jones knew better. For the first time in her life, she wanted nothing more than revenge.

She didn't even know why by herself. Alan wasn't that close to her, but Alex had been indeed. She had felt a bit like a mother for him and this girl eliminated him. And she killed Mr Blunt's daughter, ordered the murder of his wife.

She was pure evil. She was locked up by now, but she threatened to break out again. Mrs Jones decided that she needed to be faster, get rid of the most dangerous woman the world has ever born.

And now it was Mrs Jones who planned to return. Unfortunately, she didn't know yet that she would be too late and so she drove on through the dark and dangerous, cold night.

Please give me a review and a few of your thoughts to this final...or isn't it a final yet?

PS: I'm sorry for leaving the 'male' Alex-character die.