Chapter Ten
A darkened past
Helen Rider sat on her bed and cried. She hadn't bet on feeling an emotion so strong. Almost 13 years ago she had let go of Alex but now, after seeing him again, all the feelings she had felt at the beginning had come back like a raging rapid. For the first time in over twenty years she put her hands together, bowed her head and began to pray. "Dear God, please listen to me and give me the strength I need to carry out the deeds that must be done." Stupid girl, god will not give you the strength to murder someone. Only I can do that, give up now, come to me. I will help you. Once again, the voice that had haunted her mind since she was a child. Calling her, calling her always! Join me, come with me. It is me that you want. It was that voice, so deep and mysterious, that had caused her to do the terrible things she had done. The things that had made her become a member of Scorpia, the dreaded terrorist organisation.
In her mind, she was pulled back to that awful time as a child. She curled up in a corner, her hands were wet and sticky but the room was so dark that she couldn't see what it was that coated her tiny fingers. The darkness crawled across her body. Soft fur brush against her soft skin, wiping away the tears that carved tracks in her rosy cheeks. She knew vaguely what she had done and it scared her, the fear pouncing on her like a tiger pouncing on its prey, gripping her every muscle. Now she listened, her well-tuned ears picking up the creak of the floorboards upstairs, the soft murmur of talking outside, footsteps coming closer in the dark. The door squeaked as someone turned the door handle. She was blinded as the door swung pen but slowly she regained her sight only to look down at her hands. Blood! Blood so dark against her pale skin, it was almost black! The blood of her parents!
Helen Rider was back in the real world but salty tears still poured, trying to cleanse a heart that was past redemption. That fearful night had been the start, the start of long path that the child had no choice but follow, a path that only lead to evil. A final destination that Helen had almost reached. After she had murdered her parents she had been sent to a home. It had been a terrible time and if anything had only made her journey quicker. Each day she had been teased for her pale skin and almost vampirish appearance, by one boy in particular, Garth. He wasn't perfect himself, large and almost certainly overweight with a voice that dripped like poison honey. Helen, now a teenager had been forced to retaliate in the only way she knew. Violence. The social workers had found Garth dead one morning, a message burnt into his skin. "If an ugly duckling can change into a swan so will I but just remember swans will bite if you make them!"
She had been right; by the age of twenty she had fair hair, tanned skin and a perfect figure. She was beautiful, but as much as the outside changed the inside never could! Her heart belonged in darkness, all that could be hoped that for the sake of Alex it would come out into the light just the once! Forget it you are mine! God will not want you!
A/N Sorry about this chapter I really don't know what it is for or about it just seemed fitting to describe a bit about her as we never find out much in the Alex Rider books and describe hw she became evil enough to torture her own son. Please review!