Yeah, I decided to continue this story and I already got a plot in my mind. Don't be confused, just read on. And then look out for a story most probably called 'A well Hidden Secret II'.
This will then be the follow-up and no crossover, but a pure Alex Rider story. So if you're here because of the NCIS part, would you please read on anyway? You don't need to know Alex Rider that much. And when you're disappointed because the first part didn't end like you hoped, please give the second part a chance.
So PLEASE just read and then comment so that I know what I can do this time better. I haven't made any great decisions yet about the story, just know the basics, therefore it's not too late to leave a review.
I woke up and the first time I looked at the alarm clock was around seven o'clock. I was surprised that I had managed to sleep for more than four hours at once and sat straight up. Slowly I felt around on the floor for my slip and bra.
I found them and silently put them on.
"You already going?" I heard a soft and tired voice next to me.
"I have to," I mutter but leaned back into the bed to give her another long and romantic kiss.
"C'mon, stay at least for half an hour," she begs but I turn on the lights for finding my trousers. "Ten minutes," is her next offer but I only laugh while crawling onto her, but just to find my black top and blouse on the other side of the double-bed.
I put them on and now lying onto her I make-out once more. "How was I?" I ask then and she touches my cheek.
"Perfect," she answers and I get up.
"Hey, that's unfair," she protests and I hesitate a second if I should turn back or not. Finally, I sit down on the edge of the bed and she comes from behind. Since when have I become so indecisive?
I sighed heavily and turned around. She directly jumped on me, trying to open my blouse again. But I put her hands away and pushed her down from me.
"What's up?" she asked.
I didn't answer but my hands were rushing forward, grabbing her neck strongly.
"What?" she coughed and wanted to scream but she couldn't.
In the spare light I saw her face becoming red, such a beautiful color. I smiled while her eyes were becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, she didn't struggle anymore and sank down back on the bed.
I lay next to her, just staring to the body next to me. She's unconscious. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, I fully relax and feel how life is coming back to me. Then, with a short movement, I break her neck.
I don't know why, but I like doing this: first strangulating, then breaking the neck. It's efficient…and so personal. It shows me the true nature of my victims.
After a moment, I decide to get up at last and without turning back, I walk out of the room. I feel free. I'm not scared of leaving any DNA traces as they're already all aware of that I'm out. I jump down the stairs and leave the skyscraper.
I see the sun already being up. It's late, I should go 'into hiding' again. As if it were dangerous for me being outside. Nobody suspected me here, anyway. I'm standing in the mid of somewhere New York Bronx.
Even if anybody knew where I was, I bet they wouldn't send any cop down here. So it's my turn to see them again. I take my newly stolen car, a cheap one and drive to where I reside currently. Here in Bronx, nobody asks any questions and I have my privacy.
I run the stairs up of the high-rise where surprisingly nearly all flats are lived-in and already smell the fetor of piss, mildew and alcohol. I open the door, it was hard enough finding one with a working lock and close it behind me.
"You're early," I hear and enter the tiny bedroom.
"Surprised?" I ask and sit down on the bed.
He smiles at me. "She wasn't that good, was she?"
"Yes, she was. I slept more than four hours at once."
"Then you must have been totally crocked," he answers and passes me his joint.
I drag deeply and grind it. "I wasn't," I defend myself and crawl over to him.
Like Marc, he thinks he is the man for me, the only one whose using the other one. I smile and kiss him. He's taking me harder and less gentle than Marc, if that's even possible. He's not that evil but less charming and interested in small talk.
He's direct and mean enough for me, but I only booked one flight. "Hey, you didn't wait the whole night for me, did you? (I was originally planning to call him Casey for 'Casey Biggs', an American actor, but then realized I needed to use this figure elsewhere. And yes, I have a crush on Cardassians [a species in Star Trek])" I tease him. He doesn't even bother to smile but kisses me, not romantically, but as he had the needs to take me once more. I don't complain, let him have fun for his final time.
When I'm finished with him, I pack my clothes. Nobody's going to find his corpse so soon, although I think soon one's going to notice the smell of the rotting skin and discover the bedroom where blood is everywhere, the bed, the floor, the walls.
I've had a shower already and feel most refreshed. It's time for me to go, I've let him on his own for too long and I need to remind him on his former life and what he's become through me.
Mrs. Jones felt that it was a mistake. No, she didn't feel it, she knew it. She had sworn herself revenge and she needed to see her once more. She yet didn't have a plan how to kill her but she'd think of something.
Even if it meant the end of her career. But how should they charge her with a murder on a person that doesn't even exist. She felt being on the safe side. Unfortunately, she wasn't that sure anymore after a ten hours flight and a three hours drive.
Passing these walls for the second times made her feel uneasy. She was glad that when Alex had been brought back to prison, Mrs. Jones hadn't needed to accompany her to the gates.
She talked to the guard at the only entrance. "Alex? Alexandra Rider, the girl? She isn't here."
"What? Are you joking?" Mrs. Jones asked in disbelief. "This isn't funny at all."
"No, I'm not. I already spoke to you guys a hundred of times before. She broke out again, that little bitch. That's the third time, ya know!" Mrs. Jones couldn't move, she didn't feel anything. "With whom did you speak?"
"I don't know, I think his name was Blunt or something like that," the guard answered. Interiorly, something was pulling her down to earth.
She should have told her boss before she went back here. Now, this trip was of no earthly use. "How?" she managed to ask. Her legs weren't stable enough anymore to hold her body.
"We don't know. One night she was there, the next day, she missed the routine control. The inmates didn't say a word, they supported her all the time. We intensified punishment and treatment but it didn't work. A day later or so, one of our guards was killed. We couldn't determine which prisoner it was, but the guard had obviously been corrupt. With conditions like that, it isn't difficult for a charming girl like her to break out."
"Charming?" Mrs. Jones asked in disbelief. But before she could finally faint, she walked back to her car, drove about twenty miles and then breathed again. She leaned back and closed her eyes. "Alexandra," she muttered silently.
"I will find you. And I will kill you for all you did. For Alan. And for Alex. I promise you that."
With that words, she drove against the sundown and cursed herself and the damned world she was living in.
First of all, please look out for the new story. Don't miss it. It may contain some unexpected changes ;) muahahahaha
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