Eighth chap...Alex meets Alex...uuhhh... ;)

Chapter 8

"How long am I supposed to stay here?" Alex asked when he entered Mrs. Jones office after breakfast.

"Until we found McCain and your sister," she answered and looked up from her work. She look tired and worried, obviously self-reproaching what happened. "Alex, did you know...Sabina and her family were found dead two days ago in their house in San Francisco," she added with a concerned look at him.

He sighed, somehow he had expected something like this. His sister was thorough. "My sister, I assume," he answered neutrally. Everybody close to him died, John, Ian, Jack, now Sabina. He had given up, he didn't care anymore for his 'friends'. He knew there were no friends because anybody would always end it.


Alex woke up again. It was his second day in MI6 headquarter buildings and they haven't found a single hint yet on either McCain or his god-damned half-sister. It seemed as if she disappeared as fast as she had...well, she hadn't appeared yet toward Alex and he was starting to wonder, if she was in Washington anymore.

He was walking around in the corridors, he didn't have much to do, when he encountered Marc (to be imagined like Marc Alaimo, the famous Star Trek actor) again. He was actually only used for driver tasks or any routines.

"Hey, nothing to do?" he asked with a smile. He couldn't smile much, there were several scars running through his tan face and it was obvious that he had had some adventurous time at MI6.

"No..." Alex answered slowly. Of course, he hadn't. There was not a damned thing a school boy was good for and he wasn't allowed to leave MI6 building which kind of annoyed him. He didn't have friends outside but he had thought about which lie Mrs. Jones had invented for his acting in the orphanage and what the other children or his classmates were told.

"Then come with me, I got to do some paperwork down in the cellar," Marc explained and Alex shrugged. However, he followed the senior agent to the lift.

They entered the archive in the basement and Marc scanned his iris for gaining access. Marc leads the way and they pass uncountable folders and boxes full of classified material.

"We're digitalizing the old files now. And of course, nobody wants to do it so I have to..." Marc explains and they walk around several corners until Alex finally lost his sense for orientation.

"And here we are," the agent states and they arrive at a little table with four boxes on it. "I finished this one yesterday," he puts one box on the floor. "Now, we have to go through these..." he pulls out a laptop from the shelf next to them and starts the software.

"We have to open read every file, and enter the codename. Then this document opens. Every file has already been scanned in, but not yet names. That's a very interesting job," he said ironically but for Alex it was better than doing nothing.

After about two hours, Marc declared that he would get them some coffee and Alex continued typing some letter and number codes into the computer. It wasn't complicated but he needed to have a second look on each of them for controlling having typed in the right number.

Suddenly he noticed that this was the first time he hadn't thought about any danger or the fear of getting killed.

He doubted that he'd ever return to the orphanage or his school and was absolutely sure that Mrs. Jones already called Mr. Blunt for figuring out to which city they'd send him this time. Perhaps he should give his new life a try and accept a new school, make new friends and finally forget or at least push his past away.

It was time, Jack was dead for nearly one and a half years now and he couldn't mourn forever. Maybe he should ask them to give him a complete new name, that could give him an entire chance to really fit into the world again.

He was so concentrated on his work, that he didn't notice my two eyes being fixed on the back of his head. He was a pretty boy, but he appeared so weak in comparison to all the inmates I've grown up with in prison. It would be so easy to kill him. I hear footsteps behind me and look aside. Marc has arrived.

"He's doing a great job...," he states. "You really want to kill him?"

I nod. Yes, my only possibility. He is the reason why I grew up in such misery, just because my dad's wife has been pregnant with him. And he killed his own clone, so I read. And the more I had found out about Julius, the more I liked him. This will be my vengeance for him, McCain and me.

"When?" Marc asks.

"Now," I whisper and my eyes start glowing. I have waited for this moment so long and finally I have the chance to end all this. McCain will be found dead in a few hours, I killed him before I drove here.

This is not his business, it is just something between Alex and me. I think about killing Marc, but he looks so nice and he's full of evil, remembering me to my friends in Alaska. He is seventy, still good looking, so lecherous and mean and strong, so many scars on his body, I'd like to count them all.


Alex didn't hear the footsteps but suddenly he looked up when something unfamiliar appeared in his view. Surprised and perplex, completely overrun with the situation, he couldn't move.

He stared directly at the currently most wanted figure in the whole country and here she was: His own, dangerous and most mean half-sister.

She slowly came closer, loping. She smiled and behind her, Alex recognized Marc.

"You..." he started but didn't really know what to say.

"Yes...me, me, me...Alex, I'll leave you alone. I wait at the elevator for you," he said first to the male, then to the female Alex and disappeared.

"And now it is only a thing between both of us," Alexandra stated and smiled at him.

She was even more slender and thinner than on the photo and he was sure she was anorexic. Her skin seemed to be tightened over the bones and her arms, her neck and nearly every part of her seemed only to contain muscles, bones and tan skin.

She wore black jeans with elegant boots and a black blouse with ¾-sleeves. She didn't have much tits, only muscles there, too, but it seemed to be enough for most men and it was, when you considered the rest of her impressive body.

Although she wasn't tall she had this kind of charisma that could, so believed Alex, melt every other man. But he knew too much, he had read too much about her.

Mrs. Jones had been kind not to tell him everything but he had means to find out. And so he was aware of her violence, her psychopathic attitude, her cruelness and of how many people she had already killed, in prison and since she had escaped: The Gentleman, McCain, what he didn't know yet, a young girl in the age of twenty who she had supposedly first slept with and then slaughtered.

"I assume Mrs. Jones told you a lot about me," she said and came far too near for Alex' gust. They stood opposite to each other, one meter was nothing secure when you had a trained assassin in your room.

"Not quite much," Alex admitted. "But believe me, I've read enough about you..." he added and tried to figure out what she wanted or expected from him. But her dark blue eyes showed him no hint, no emotion. "Why are you here?"

"Ah...don't you know that already?" she hissed in a charming, but scary voice.

"You...want to kill me...I think," he said.

"Why so shy, Alex?" she asked and touched his cheek. He wanted to step back but edged on the table and cursed himself. That made her smile and her hand glided down his chin and his neck before she relieved him of being touched. "I'm your sister, Alex. There's no way you can deny that."

"You're not my sister...you're a monster!" she hissed back.

"Ah...and you're not? Yes, Alex...I killed people...didn't you, too? ... I've read everything about you. I know everything.

Mr. Blunt had been so nice to send me your files," she nearly whispered but it was still loud enough for Alex to understand that he was in real danger and that this girl was different to all enemies he had yet made: She wouldn't hesitate to kill him as necessary and she was much faster than all the old foes Alex had tackled yet.

"I did it in self-defence...you kill for fun," he explained angrily and reacting to her smile, he declared: "You wanted me to justify myself."

"Oh, Alex. Haven't we grown old enough that we know that we don't need justification. It is much more perplex than simple good and evil but you know that, Alex. Having fought evil so often...you don't want to do that anymore, do you?" she asked, having as much sympathy as a snake.

"I don't fight people like you anymore. I have quit and you know that."

"But past always catches up with you, doesn't it? Ryan McCain, Julius Grief, Yassen Gregorovich? And you have survived them all...you must be very proud of you-"

"Stop it," he hissed and stepped toward her.

She didn't look surprised but amused. She foresaw every step he did, every word he said.

"I have killed people and I didn't like it. But I had to."

"Don't tell me you weren't pleased when you shot your identical twin."

"Clone."

"You fought your enemies and you saw them die. Wasn't there a kind of happiness you felt?" she hissed and he could see the madness reflecting in her dark eyes.

"You've lived among paedophiles too long. We're not similar, not even remotely. Even if we're siblings and even if we share the same name," he said and tried not to lose his temper.

"You're NOTHING like me!" he shouted after it and hoped anybody would have a look in the basements although he doubted it. His siblings has chosen a perfect moment for an encounter.

He gained his self-control again. "What are you going to do with Marc? Kill him?"

"No, not yet. He can still be quite useful and he's good in bed..."

"He's seventy," Alex said in disgust and imagined the seventeen year old in front of her touching the man's face of scars and old wounds.

She smiled seeing how disgusted he was and Alex didn't doubt anymore that she would rather belong into a nuthouse than into a prison isolated from the world. "You're crazy," he muttered and looked down.

That was his mistake. Only a blink of an eye later, he felt himself lying on the floor, his sister above him, pushing his breast down.

He tried to free himself but she was too strong, far stronger than you expected from a slender girl like her.

"You know Alex, to grow up and survive in prison in Alaska I had to learn and to use a lot of violence but also self-discipline and calmness or I would have gone ballistic. It nearly drove me mad, locked up with all those paedophiles and psychopaths and you don't have a single idea what's it like.

I've been beaten up, hit regularly, abused, treated like everyone's bitch and you know what? I fought my way and after I've killed one of these stupid sons of a bitches, I earned respect.

And since that, I fought and fucked my way up until I reached the top. You know what it is like, to fight until you're ahead of everybody else. And we both lost everything we had. You lost your sympathy and emotions and you try to isolate yourself from the world because you fear to be a danger for them...but I know I am."

"You're insane!" Alex cried out as loud as he could. He felt tears running out of his eyes and tried to loosen her grip, impossible.

What followed to that, was an evil and mad laughter that not even Damian Cray, Desmond McCain or Julius Grief could have made better.

"Oh, Alex. I know. I know what I lost, my emotions, by mercy, myself. And that's the reason why I have no pity with you. You could have chosen another way, Alex. But you're just pathetic!" she answered with so much hate in her voice that Alex was surprised when she decided to finish him off.

"And you know what the mistake of all your previous foes was?" she asked.

"Answer me!" she shouted when he didn't respond.

"They...they gave me a chance to flee..." Alex coughed. He had greatest toil not being strangulated by her.

"That's right...do you know, what else? They wanted to kill you. And I want, too. Razim wanted to test your fear, to scare you, Julius wanted to kill you full of hatred and all the others just wanted you out of the way to take over earth.

But it is something different between us, there's a bond! I don't want you just dead, I want you to suffer..." she whispered and her deep blue eyes started to glow. Alex wanted to scream again but couldn't when she even pressed him harder to the ground before she finally let him breathe again. She stood up and looked down on him.

"What do you wanna do now?" Alex asked angrily. He didn't bother to stand up. If she wanted to kill him, then she only needed to start a battle.

"I want to kill you, Alex. But first, I will let you suffer. Expect me, Alex. I will come back, for you, in the moment you'll expect me least," she hissed and before Alex could answer anything, his vision got black and he realized she must have kicked him heavily against the head.

He heard footsteps walking away before he completely lost consciousness.

Expect more...concerning this story. Actually I planned this as a showdown, but I now decided continue writing. :) Hope you like it.