In regard to Rat- you thought he was dead. K Unit has shown last chapter that they, obviously, don't- by why isn't he there? What happened? So there wasn't a shot- or there was, but he didn't die from it? You'll see.
Almost thought we made it home,
But we don't know this place at all,
That's enough now dry your tears
It's been a long eleven years
Fire, fire, fire
Fire from the tongues of liars
Fire Fire, by Flyleaf
Dream2Sanity About 7 Nothing's
He dreamed.
There was a night sky, thick with stars that shook in eternal laughter, red eyes in hues of blue and green flashing sparks in a dark point of violet. Smooth patches of deep black showed through, glimmering slightly with layers of galaxies and vortexes aeons away, through a thin line of reality that separated them from the breath of the living world.
There was a river, flowing and dancing and soundless and somehow thick, thick with a luminosity and transparency that shone from the depths and resounding with crystal clear pierces off shards of deep turquoise. He watched, and the shards were tipped in that thick scarlet, which boiled to mist and slowly smothered the river into redness. And now it was blood, a river of blood, hot and flowing and smooth with the skin of a corpse.
There were rolling hills, of glass. He watched. Cracks slithered up in shattered ribbons, and they crumbled to mirrors of broken pieces. Blackness pierced through it all, until they rose again in endless silent worlds of soul clutching glass, because it clutched the soul and stole anything but stillness from the breath of the living world.
There were hands. They were withered, some of them, old and crumbled with time, mottled with age, topped with long yellow nails and skin a cracked parchment of dust. But others were young, slender limp things with small cuts bleeding fresh blood, skin a multitude of colours and only just beginning to whiten with the death pallor. Some were even younger, pudgy and grasping and little spiders of a lost life. They were scattered over the landscape of cracked glass, stumps each a heart breaking picture of mangled skin and broken bone and congealed black blood. He looked closer and there were people beneath the glass, faces trapped in eternal misery with bodies dead and each left hand tapping out a pitiful tune that collapsed together, somehow making a mournful, hollow song of pure loss.
There was the sound. The song from the dead, from the tapping of their hands which weren't cut off. But there was also a high thrumming, a pitch resounding in time to the pulse of stars overhead. There were those desolate, haunting calls of shay birds, flits overhead calling out in something almost with emotion. And there was an isolated booming, sounding from beneath the glass, beneath the river, beneath the dead, above the sky, above the stars. It was the hollowness of a huge heart beating slow gallops to the end, so tired. So fatigued with the endless task. So looking towards the end, but the strenuous task of living keeping it pumping the river of blood on and on and on.
There was the moon. It was the one truly bright thing in a sea of distant and muted lights in the sky. It gleamed, pure, wholesome, perfect. No flaws. No breaks. He watched and felt an ache in his heart at how beautiful it was. How wonderful.
How unreachable.
He dreamed.
When he woke up, it was colourless. This hurt more than the terror in his dream, but he swallowed and stood up, hand automatically going to his gun, flicking up the end and loading it, flipping on the safety catch and resting it easily against the outside of his thigh. Alex sighed, a faint gust of grey, eyes going to the clock that ticked white and black against the carefully grey wall; four hours. He'd slept four hours, since the last assignment.
Well, at least it was an improvement.
He walked through the door, stepping along the corridor with dark splashes of blood that were the charming characteristical feature of Scorpia headquarters. The canteen was round the corner and he walked in to the midst of chattering Scorpia agents, ignoring how conversation stilled and eyes flickered and followed him round.
He was used to being alone, by now.
He caught a glimpse of a colourful magazine- Alex only knew it was colourful because it was a more blurred grey than usual- with his face printed stark and deathly on the front, gun in hand, blank expression of frighteningly clean face. In the headline, he caught a glimpse of the word 'KILLER'.
But they'd told him it was for good. He ignored it and walked on to get his food, which was colourless and tasteless with a not yet healed tongue. Jenna called him up when he'd finished, and three hours later he had completed his new assignment.
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ITALIAN AMBASSADOR KILLED BY MYSTERIOUS ASSASSIN
Earlier this morning, the country was shocked as a meeting between the Italian ambassador and Spanish prime minister was interrupted by a single shot.
Mr Galvazi, the Italian ambassador, died immediately. Security immediately scrambled to find out what had happened, but guards could only describe a slim, blonde boy with an English accent telling them he was looking for his father and going in, then coming out shortly after the shot was heard and escaping through a window. He has not been seen since, and is a main suspect in the assassination. Spanish authorities want him for questioning...
...TWO DAYS AFTER AMBASSADOR MURDER, THREE SUPERSTARS ASSASSINATED AT CHARITY MEET
A group of superstars met in a surprising declaration to start campaigns against the war in Syria, and to raise money for victims there. Threats from Syrian terrorists deterred none of the brave celebs who'd taken it into their hearts to help those less fortunate with their skills and money. The threats continued; when they finally met, despite heavy security from MI6, CIA, ASIS, and more international security agencies, an assassin managed to slip through and kill three of the superstars who had first started the movement before leaving...
...SUSPECT FOR ITALIAN AMBASSADOR SHOOTING THE SAME AS SUPERSTAR ASSASSIN
The English, blond boy said to be the assassin for the Italian ambassador was confirmed today through reviewing of security cameras. Furthermore, he is the same person who was seen sneaking through the defences of the superstar charity meeting earlier this week...
...SHOCK ACROSS THE WORLD AS DEPUTY PRIME MINISTER FOR ENGLAND IS ASSASINATED
In a terrifying pattern slowly making itself clear, the deputy prime minister was executed in his hotel apartment and found dead in the morning... police have yet to confirm identity to the suspect but say hotel cameras have spotted a boy fitting the description of the assassin for the Italian ambassador and three superstars at the Syrian charity meeting entering the deputy prime minister's hotel apartment and not appearing to exit... window was forced... blonde hair found on deputy's jacket... killed with a clean shot to the head, in the same style as other assassinations...
...TERROR SLOWLY RESOUNDING AS TEENAGE ASSASSIN IS CONFIRMED
Security services took over the search for the committee of the assassins this morning, working with the very best to find out what happened. They almost immediately confirmed it was the same person, using prints from all three scenes and DNA found to remedy it was, indeed, the same person... 'I can't believe a teenager could do this, I refuse to believe that'... 'the level of skill needed, directly in the forehead'...'makes us wonder what England is doing, that they produce kids like these'...
...IDENTITY OF TEEN ASSASSIN CONFIRMED
The identity of the teenage assassin was confirmed yesterday as MI6 finally found a match on their databases. Alex Rider, 16, disappeared last year with his guardian. His guardian was found a week after with a shot to his head, and is still unconscious and in coma at hospital... we spoke to old friends from Brooklands Comprehensive, a school Alex used to attend... 'he was always a weirdo, taking ages off school and coming back with bruises- really lazy but always in top shape, super fast reflexes, I remember once he'... 'we all thought he was a druggie'... the school he was most recently in, London High School, also contained his guardian's sister who was his best friend. She refused to give a statement until one hour ago, where she stood and said simply, 'It isn't Alex,' before asking police to enforce order against reporters in order to ensure her privacy...
...INTERNATIONAL ALERT SENT FOR ALEX RIDER...
...PUBLIC IN FURY OVER KILLER TEENAGER...
...PYSCHOLOGISTS IN PUZZLEMENT OVER ALEX RIDER...
...ANOTHER TERRIFYING ASSINATION AS AMERICAN PRESIDENT IS THREATENED BY AL QUEDA, AND THEN HIS COUSIN IS KILLED
Alex Rider performed another assassination today, appearing suddenly in America and shooting the president's cousin... Al Queda threatened the president three months ago, was refused and told the country that 'they would be coming for someone close to the president'... CIA guards put on all president's relatives... and still, repercussions came in the form of now infamous teenage assassin Alex Rider, who managed to shoot the president's cousin cleanly between the eyes...
...CIA AND MI6 WORKING TOGETHER SEAMLESSLY TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED...
...NEW LEADS FOUND ON ALEX RIDER CASE...
...WATCH OUT, SCORPIA
CIA, yesterday, found a link between the four assassinations committed by Alex Rider. Though all officially by different terrorist organisations, leaks have told CIA that they had paid Scorpia to complete the task. Scorpia is one of the most dangerous, terrifying, secretive terrorist organisations and Alex Rider is part of them, being leased to other terrorists to kill people... WATCH OUT, SCORPIA, WE'RE ONTO YOU... the public is energetic because we are powerful... justice will always preside.
FIVE DAYS LATER.
TRIAMPH ACROSS THE WORLD AS SCORPIA'S ASSASSIN IS CAPTURED
It started with a leak in Scorpia, MI6 told us. They told the agency the dates and times of the next planned assassinations; and MI6 prepared.
SAS soldiers showed astounding competence and bravery as they were sent in squads to Hastings, the seaside town on the coast of England where the next assassination was said to take place. K Unit, a specialised unit of amazing soldiers, were the heart of the operation, using data on Alex Rider to find and capture him. They refused to give a statement but spectators saw the rooftop chase and final win as an SAS soldier, code named Wolf, shot a tranquilizer dart into the dangerous teenage assassin. He collapsed and is now in MI6 headquarters, still unconscious...
...SOMBRE MOODS AROUND THE WORLD AS TEENAGE 'ASSASSIN' IS A MUCH MORE COMPLICATED PICTURE
Everybody thought that Alex Rider was pure evil, a teenager gone off the tracks and joining terrorist organisations to use his skills for the wrong things. A different story has come out.
Wikileaks released files on Alex Rider. At fourteen, he was recruited unwillingly into MI6 and forced to work dangerous missions in secrecy, ruining his school life and mental health with things that even a grown adult should not be forced to see. In fact, he took down the terrorist organisation called Scorpia at great risk and loss to himself. His troubles didn't stop there; Alex Rider, finally at peace and making friends and family in London, was captured in his apartment while his guardian was shot.
Torture tapes were leaked of the boy being tortured at Scorpia. They were removed due to content that was extremely disturbing and not suitable for anyone.
He was revealed to the world as an assassin and we all hated him; in fact, he was cruelly brain washed by Scorpia after being tortured and mind controlled by drugs found in him at the time of his capture. He is still unconscious, but the government has rewarded him full pardons and a medal for what he has suffered. MI6 is undergoing serious changes due to charges of child labour, many wings being shut down and the people who made this happen being looked for to arrest.
It will take a long time to recover but Alex Rider is innocent. The whole world has been shaken by the past few months and the revelations; everyone will be praying for Alex Rider tonight.
In an MI6 safe house in London, Alex Rider woke up.
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