Chapter Eight
An Explanation
"It was pretty ironic really, your father was working as a spy for MI6 and I a spy for Scorpia and yet we both thought we worked for the same side. Good. We had you, not that I wanted a kid but I had to to keep my cover, and then there was the whole Albert bridge incident. Mi6 tried to fool us all by staging your father's death. But I found out that John Rider was alive, he had been double-crossing me and I decided to teach him and MI6 a lesson. I staged our deaths, ad quite extraordinarily I must admit. Even now they don't suspect a thing. Even though they never found either of the bodies." Helen Rider stopped talking, a malicious grin filling her face and showing Alex just how proud she was of herself. However Alex didn't notice. He was to busy replaying a part of what she had just said over and over again in his head. I staged our deaths. Our. His father hadn't been killed in the plane crash either. He might still be alive now. Hell, he could be in the same building as him right now. An ember flared somewhere in his heart. Just a hope that there might be someone left. Someone that loved him, someone who was still the same person he had always been. No longer was Alex resigned to death, if John Rider was alive Alex was going to find him and rescue him.
Alex rolled is eyes, trying to see as much of the room as possible. He could see no guards but to be sure he winked three times with his left eye. He was amazed when a map appeared in his vision. It was clear but showed the room and around it. In the centre was a green dot. Alex presumed this dot was him. To the left was a red do his mother, and two more outside the door, probably guards. It was possible. Alex's plan might just work. He remembered smithers voice "Lasers! It could do some damage to people if you were to get close enough, once again Alex it's to do with the eyes. Aim for the eye!" Alex blinked with both eyes twice, winked once with his left eye and looked up into the woman's eyes. He couldn't do it! All it would take would be one wink and he could be free. But this wasn't any woman he was about to blind or maybe even kill. As much as he wished she wasn't, the woman was his mother and there was no way he could hurt her. After all she had done and said, he still loved her. Alex dropped his eyes no longer able to look into Helen Riders eyes. "You're planning something! Aren't you?" Alex said nothing "Look at me!" Alex didn't move he kept his eyes staring past her at a point in the ceiling. A second later he regretted it, as his mother slapped him round the face, leaving his cheek throbbing and burning. And yet he still didn't look up. "Fine! Have it your way. It won't take long to teach you respect of your elders. Guards!" The two guards from outside the door marched in to the room, two sawn of shot-guns held in front of them. "I think it's time to teach our guest a lesson! I trust I can leave you to it." And with that she strutted towards the door but before she left she spun round. "And if I was you I would blindfold him!"
Alex was helpless as one of the guards tied a rag tightly round his eyes. There was no way he could blink now, he realised as he felt the cloth force his eyelids closed. Alex gritted his teeth. He knew what was coming next. Sure enough, there was a hissing as a blow torch was turned on and a minute later Alex felt a burning poker run down his left side. He writhed around in the excruciating pain, only causing the manacles trapping him down to tighten even more, crushing the air out of his lungs. And yet they still didn't stop contracting! There was a bone tingling crack and Alex felt his wrists snap. He screamed in agony and was thankful when black spots began to cloud his vision. Unconsciousness would be a welcome break from the pain.
A/N Sorry I feel terrible torturing Alex like this (well alright I don't) but it ha to be done. Also sorry it's taken me so long to update I didn't have any ideas. Anyway, Hope you enjoyed it. Please R and R.