Chapter 2--- Blunt's Breaking Point
By—Doomed but Over it
Author's Notes---- Sorry about the short chapter last time, guys. I wasn't sure if you would bother with it. Now, I KNOW you won't so I'll do this any way I please. Hahaha. I hope you all like it! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!
Disclaimer--- Me no own, you no sue. Got it fellas? I really don't mean anything personal on my mangling of the Alex Rider series. I met Anthony Horowitz a couple weeks ago. He was nice. Very funny, I loved his accent. It was like….
Horowitz—Hello
Fangirls-- sigh
Horowitz—I am here today to talk to you about—
Fangirls-- sigh
Horowitz—my books; The Alex Rider series.
Fangirls—(making up for lost time) sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh
You get the picture, right? His accent was dreamy, but he was old enough to be my father. I saw a picture of his sons. Now they were FINE! Imagine, his accent and his sons' looks. Sigh…..OH NO! I'm turning in to another RABID FANGIRL! HELP!AURGHHH!
(Kiki Nalani Saraphina Isabel, my muse, enters) Now, without further adieu, I give you…..chapter 2!
Alex sat in an uncomfortable chair, waiting for the elusive Blunt to show. He studied his surroundings, bored. There wasn't much that showed this was a person's office at all. It was more like a machine's headquarters. There were no personal effects, no pictures, no clutter. The chairs were straight backed and wood, made for intimidation.
The whole office was made for the sole purpose of freaking people out, making them feel small, useless, worthless. It would have scared the life out of any normal school boy. But, then again, Alex wasn't any normal schoolboy.
Alex Rider was very different, because he had been thrust into a grown up world at 14 and expected to stay alive. He had been sent in as live bait, and MI6 expected him to die. It was regrettable, but totally unavoidable.
The thing was, Alex didn't want to die. He was rather happy alive. He was forced to show he could survive, and MI6 knew they had stumbled onto a valuable, although unwilling, treasure.
Alex Rider ceased to be a schoolboy. He was now a weapon, with no feelings of his own. His sole purpose was to identify the enemy and take him/her out. Or at least that's what the few agents who knew about him told themselves. They could not afford to have him be a boy in their minds. He must be dehumanized and turned into a tool, so their respective consciences would allow them to keep calling each other human.
Blunt and Ms. Jones made sure that most of the agents didn't trouble themselves with Alex. A guilty task force was a slow task force, after all. They were the prime people that dealt with Alex, whether it be briefing or filling out his file, he was their problem. Ms. Jones was….attached, and Blunt was hard to understand. Alex could never get a clear fix on what he was thinking. Blunt was scarier than Ms. Jones in a million ways. You could never tell what he was. What do you make of a man who prefers files to people?
Alex reclined. He would be freaked if this wasn't boring. A door creaked behind him. He sat straight up.
"Comfortable, Mr. Rider?" Blunt asked.
Alex's eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure he liked Blunt, and he sure as hell didn't like the sarcasm. He returned rudeness for rudeness.
"why were there corpses in my summer home?" he glared.
"Why, Alex, you act as if its all my fault!" he said with surprise.
Alex lost it. "That's it! I've been doing this for months! I've been shot at, blow up, kidnapped, froze, impaled, photographed and I have seen things that I should have never seen! ON TOP of all this I DON'T GET PAID!" Alex's voice rose to a scream "ALL WANTED WAS A NORMAL CORPSE FREE VACATION!"
"Alex, Alex, Alex! You are quite right! I should have never done this to you, you poor thing!"
Alex was taken aback by the agent's tone. "Really?" he asked, unbelievingly.
"NO!" Blunt bellowed. "YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU THINK I WOULD SEND YOU IN IF YOU DID? HAVE YOU EVER EVER CONSIDERED THE FACT THAT I MAY NOT WANT TO SEND YOU IN?" he slumped over his desk. "No. No, you didn't." he said more quietly.
Alex stared, stunned by this uncharacteristic display of raw emotion. He stood over him awkwardly. It's funny. He thought, he always seemed so much taller than now. And scarier. Now, he's just….human.
"Get out. I'll see what I can do about your situation. Ask the receptionist for a hotel room. She'll get something ritzy or what ever you want. Just go." Blunt 's voice regained some of its steely quality. Alex exited quietly and went to call Sabina. Today's dinner plans would have to be modified.
Authors Notes: Sorry about the short chapters…I'll try to update often. I'm just a short chapter kind of person. My muse, Kiki Nalani Saraphina Isabel, will take over, as I am too lazy….
Right! This is my first big break, so I'll try not to screw it up too bad. Coming Around Next Week:
Alex and Sabina have an argument…could this be the end? Fangirls cheer!
What is the deal with the corpses?
We will finally go (or at least start) to the Caribbean!
The CIA makes an entrance
Possible Blunt—Tulip Jones?
Find out next week, or sometime around that, here at THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL!
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Love, Doomed
