Woohoo! I have Alex Rider up here now! I just don't know what to do to him…
Anyway, here's my disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider.
Meanwhile, you should listen to The Bird and the Bee. They rock!
K-Unit was sent to investigate where MI6 had received distress calls. They weren't told who sent them or why, just to get their ass out there and moving. So they did.
They had taken out the guards of the laboratory and captured the man responsible for the "experiments." They had beaten information out of him, and managed to find out where one of them were. Room 160.
When they arrived, they were in for a big shock.
A boy was lying on the floor, supposedly dead. His dirty blond hair covered his eyes, but they all knew that they were a rusty brown with a strange sense of maturity in them. His chest was bare; he only wore a pair of dirty, loose denim jeans.
The biggest shock, though, were the wings. They were a good 5 meters (approximately 15 feet) long when they were stretched out. They were a strange leathery substance, almost like bat wings. They were a dark onyx color, and the individual veins could be seen in the thin membrane.
"C-Cub?" choked out Fox eventually. He hadn't really cared about Cub before the mess with Point Blank.
"This is so…absurd! H-how could anyone, anyone, do this to any other human being! It's just so…wrong!"
Everyone was caught off-guard. Wolf, showing emotion? That was rare. They nodded solemnly in silent agreement. It was inhumane. Without another word or another glance, Eagle stalked to where Cub was and held him gingerly. He sported ugly gashes along his body, most of which were still bleeding.
"K-Unit, let's go!"
About two weeks later, Jack was cooking scrambled eggs in the kitchen. Again. The smell weaved its way up throughout the house, and into Alex's bedroom. He poked his head out to see what was going on.
"Alex! You'll starve your thin frame of yours if you don't get down here!" shouted Jack as the clatter of plates could be heard. Alex smiled and sat down at the table.
At first, Jack had been hysterical when she found out that her charge had, well, wings. She had been laughing about it at one point, but gradually it dawned on her that they weren't fibbing, and she grew unnaturally silent. She eventually got used to it, and had even fitted slits in his clothes with a clasp so his wings could poke out if he got cramped.
All in all, she was taking it in pretty well.
At the kitchen table, Jack talked of trivial things to brighten Alex's mood. He was not deterred. He smiled faintly at her, wishing she knew what he was going through.
Wings…Can I really…fly…?
Overtime, Alex had aching pains that kept him up and night that raced up and down his spine. His muscles hurt, and he had a strange hollow feeling. He was blind in one eye, ate very little, and had a terrible case of insomnia.
He stopped going to school. He hated the idea of never returning to normality, even if it were false sense of security. MI6 had said it was "for the best." Alex sure didn't think so. To never see his friends again surely wasn't for the best.
Even his friend, Tom Harris, hadn't been told. In fact, he didn't even know Alex was back; with his parents' recent divorce he was in constant turmoil.
Alex felt like a bird in a cage: doomed to live alone, and to die alone.
Hehe! I'll update if I get enough reviews!
