Greetings all. This is my story. It was originally writting as a short narrative for english, but i was so proud of it, i decided to write further! For anyone out there who has already read the story, please make the time to read it again, because i have just gone through the whole story with a fine tooth comb, and made it in more of a novel format, and have changed it to encorporate the Alex Rider series more. I apologise for any inconvenience, and i hope you enjoy!Commentswould be much appreciatedtoo.
Alex Walker
Chapter 1: Island Paradise
HE OWNS SEVERAL WEBSITES that rival Google in popularity, a hugely successful radio station, a major computer programming company, plus large assets in multi million dollar companies. He also works on projects with NASA, and is credited with the design of the Tiger M2 "skimmer", the first unmanned space probe ever to survive Jupiter's treacherous atmospheric winds, and then overcome its mighty gravity to make it back to earth. If you hadn't guessed it, he is rich.
This month, Alex Walker, a multi millionaire businessman, had decided to stay at one of his numerous properties, this one located on Maunui, a small isolated island in the centre of the Pacific Ocean.
He had flown in his private Learjet direct from London to the small landing strip along the southern coast of Maunui. The island, no larger than thirty kilometres across at the widest point, was just recovering from the political anarchy it had experienced just a year earlier.
Alex had flown to the small island to set up businesses to help create jobs and raise the countries shocking unemployment levels.
Maunui was a small island and only had a population of around five thousand people. But with crystal clear waters and golden sandy beaches, Alex could see a huge tourism potential.
The twenty eight year olds parents had both supposedly died in a car accident when he was fifteen, but Alex had absolutely no recollection of it. In fact he couldn't remember any specific event that had occurred before his fifteenth birthday.
In the months that followed, he visited many psychiatrists, all of which had diagnosed him with Post Stress Amnesia, an illness caused by suppressing excessive psychological stress or disturbance to such an extent it causes the victim to actually forget certain experiences.
On his seventeenth birthday, he was already sick of lingering in trying to remember his forgotten past, and so decided to start over. He began by setting up business, using computer skills he had recently developed to create a number of websites. Using services and advertising on the sites, he soon had money rolling in.
At the age of eighteen, he went to University, and after six years, he received a doctor's degree in physics and chemistry.
By twenty six, he was a lead designer working for NASA.
It was now the beginning of his second week in Maunui, Alex had discovered many small projects that he could begin working on at anytime, yet he wasn't satisfied. He remained adamant that sooner or later he would stumble onto something huge. Something that would really draw people to the island, all the while supplying jobs for the locals, and giving them a steady income. Something that could kick-start the tourism industry in Maunui.
Whilst in pursuit of the major project, Alex discovered a suitable sea side location for the construction of a hotel, and so put in an offer to purchase the land.
That afternoon, he rode on his preferred mode of transport, Freddy the horse, to get to the property to survey the land.
He had earlier spent time at the market square, and had picked up Freddy off a peculiar man who wore a cloth covering most of his face except his eyes.
After a peaceful hour long horse-back ride, around two hundred metres ahead he could see the distinctive palm tree land mark, standing tall and proud guarding the northern side of the property. Deciding to let Freddy stretch her legs, he settled her into an easy gallop to cover the final stretch. This is when the most strange and terrifying thing happened. Something about the horse set off some long lost memory. Blotches disrupted Alex's vision, while a horrific roar of a train reverberated through his skull. Feeling faint, an image of a train, millimetres behind him, was pieced together in his vision. There was a scream of a girl, before falling. Falling and falling, then water.
Alex was abruptly jolted back to reality by Freddy swerving to avoid a mound of dirt. Arriving safely at the property, Alex dismounted, before tying Freddy up to a small tree. He still felt faint from his recent ordeal, and found that he had broken out in sweat, had a heart beat rate much higher than it should have been, and was breathing heavily.
Dismissing it as day dreaming, He got on with surveying the area. He spent time making notes of small things like neighbouring hills and trees and other landmarks.
Slapping a mosquito off his neck, he began to feel the chill of the evening closing in, as the sun disappeared behind a large tree. Walking back to Freddy, he froze as he noticed two things. First, the grass he had been walking on a moment ago was firm and hard, but what he was standing on now was soft and seemed crumbly. Secondly, last time he checked he was six feet tall, but now, looking down, the ground seemed a lot closer. There was the sound of wood splintering, and the ground collapsed around him.