Locked In
Alex is trapped in a cell when a stranger is locked in with him. This man looks really familiar for some reason. Who could it be? (Hint: it's a K-unit member because I only read stories with K-unit)
"Get the HELL off me!" Alex heard some one yell outside of his cell. This is not a training exercise in the SAS (Though Alex hoped that it was), he was in SCORPIA headquarters in a small, dark, cold cell. He was asked to save a little girl that was taken by them. He got the girl out but was caught at the last second. He now sat there, bloody, holding his right arm that was cut open multiple times (The other was not harmed, probably saved for another torture session). He didn't even want to look down at his torso, it hurt so bad. But the last thing was the worst of all was his face. He had a black eye but that was only half of it. On his cheek was a carved in scorpion. The tale was close to his right eye and the head went all the way to his neck.
Alex heard a scuffle outside and then the door was opened with a loud Creak. Someone was ruffly pushed inside. The man stumbled and was about to fall, but Alex got up (trying not to groan in pain because of his torso) and caught him. He helped him sit on the floor.
"Here, a new playmate, Rider. Maybe we won't kill this one so quickly." The man smiled. He had a scar going down his right eye, and always leaned on his left side. His face was to face of evil to Alex. The one who tortured him hours on end. Alex grimace when he remember what happened to the last person who was put with him. The man demanded why a kid was here, so Alex told him everything. But when he was done, he was shot right in the head. He died instantly.
Alex shrugged mockingly, "Maybe if you stop killing them, you wouldn't have to bring more."
The man snarled. "I'll get you, Rider." And with that the man shut the door, a little harder than necessary.
"Hey, are you ok?" Alex asked the stranger, helping him sit on the tiny bed thinking that he was hurt. The men growled and then grumbled out a "No." Alex looked at the man. He was wearing a military uniform and somehow looked strangely familiar. He had a black eye and a small cut on his forehead that was bleeding a little. Alex felt uneasy when he saw him. He really did look familiar.
"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Alex asked.
The man didn't look up at him. He was trying to hide his expression. "I'm fine." Alex looked unsure but he moved away and went back into his dark corner and closed his eyes. This was the only place he felt safe in a small dark cell. Cell. The very word sent shivers down Alex side. He was defeated and he knew it. No gadgets. No one to come and save him. No one.
Both men said nothing, the stranger was still trying to hide his expression and Alex just sat there with a blank face, praying that no one would come for him for one of his 'sessions.' He got one everyday (and his been here for ten days) and he really, really didn't want this guy to see him when he came back. It usually involved him being unconscious.
Finally the other man looked up. He scanned the room for something then looked at Alex. His eyes widened in surprise. "How old are you?" He suddenly blurted out.
Alex opened his eyes and looked at the man's face. Still thinking that he looked familiar he answered, "16. Why?" The man swore under his breath. "Your the freaking agent I have to save! A 16 year old kid!" The man looked beyond pissed. Alex snorted. "Your the man who has to save me! Great job!" Alex then gave him two thumbs up and a mock smile.
The man look shocked which later turned to a little embarrassment. "Sorry. I guess it just wasn't my day." Alex could tell the man was uncomfortable. He noticed that he was the type of guy to never say sorry. What SAS solider did?
"It's ok." There was nothing left to say. There was a moment of awkward silence then finally the man blurted out yet again, "What happened to your face, kid?"
"Alex."
"What?"
"My name. It's Alex. What's yours?" Alex asked, trying to change the subject without him noticing. Luckily it worked. "Why?" The man looked suspicious.
"I don't know. Where stuck in a cell, have nothing to do, and if you call me kid one more time I'll snap you neck." Alex said with all seriousness.
The man's eyebrows rose. He shook his head will saying "Daniel."
"Nice to meet you. I would of hoped to see you in a lighter situation but, as you can see, I might not make it out alive." Alex said, words dripping with sarcasm . Daniel didn't really know what to do. He stared at Alex for a few seconds then burst out laughing.
"I like you, Alex. You got spunk." He said in between laughter. Alex smiled to. "Spunk. I've been called many things. Never spunky." Finally Daniel stopped laughing. He was still smiling when he asked, "Why are you here?"
"I can't really tell you that. I don't really know myself." He lied. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, it was suppose to be a rescue mission. That part kind of fail as you can see." Alex raised his eyebrows. "I was suppose to go in with my unit from the SAS but we got split up. My teammates got away, I wasn't so lucky."
Another round of silence. Then something came to Alex's mind. "What you unit are you in?"
"What does it matter?"
Alex shrugged. "Just curious. And please don't give me the speech, 'curiosity killed the cat.' I heard that way to many time."
The man smiled again. "K-unit."
Alex froze. K-unit? The K-unit. As in the K-unit he went to train with all those years ago? Could it be true? He saw Fox at least two years ago. Thinking back he thought back to all the people he knew at Brecon Beacons. Snake? No he was Scottish. Eagle? No way. There was only one person left.
"Wolf. It had to be Wolf." He muttered.
"What?" Daniel went deathly pale. How does he know my code name!
"Hullo, Wolf. You're still called Wolf right?" Alex was dreading every second of this. Why did he mutter his name? He wanted to bang his head against the wall.
"How do you know my code name?" He asked.
"Well considering I was in your unit, its kind of hard to forget."
Then Wolf's brain clicked. His mouth fell open and he looked like a fish out of water. Alex snickered at his expression. "Jeez, Wolf. I don't even do that! Close you mouth already!"
Wolf snapped his jaw shut and started to yell angrily. "What the HELL are you doing here, Cub! I thought that mission was a one-time thing!"
"Jesus, Wolf! Lower the volume, would ya! And did you really think that was a one time thing? I mean come one, when a teenager snowboards down a dangerous mountain and survives, you would be an idiot not to use him again!"
Wolf looked directly into Alex's eyes, trying to detect any lies. "How many mission have you gone on when you were 14?" He asked, outraged.
"12. And 28 followed after." Alex said.
Wolf was first in shock. Then in turned into angry. Then back to shock. "Easy there, Wolf. Take deep breaths." And just like the old Wolf, he sent Alex a death glare. It didn't scare Alex in the least. It actually made him laugh. "That's it! The famous Wolf glare! You've got to be kidding me! God, that's hilarious!"
Wolf was almost passed the breaking point. Almost. He was about to yell at the teen but Alex put his hand up in a quiet gesture and his face morphed into a emotionless robot.
He got up, walked to the door (which had no door handle, only a lock), and took something out of his pocket. He went to the lock on the door and wiggled it around. There was a minute of silence then the door swung open.
Alex turned around and held up a bobby pin, smiling like an idiot. "Come on." He whispered. "Let's get out of here."
So what do you think. I know I haven't done anything in a while but I think it was time. I had massive writer's block on everything I written. EVERYTHING! It was insane. This is going to be a two shot because I can't write anymore tonight. My writer's block won't permit it. I will update in a weeks amount of time if I get 18 reviews. If not then I will about in about two or three weeks. I am begging you on reviewing! I really need reviews for this. PLEASE!
