Where is he? Shelley thought. She was starting to get desperate. She knew Alex; she knew something had gone wrong because he wasn't here yet. The daily torture sessions were starting to take their toll on her. She was jumpy; the slightest noises made her tense and look for signs of danger. The heavy footsteps she was now familiar with scared the crap out of her. They signaled the arrival of a man so disgustingly handsome; it perplexed her how such beauty could be in the hands of evil. He looked to be in his mid twenties, with silky looking jet black hair and bright blue eyes that reminded her of the sky during the summer when it was hard to look at. He had lightly tanned skin that made her think he was Italian. She didn't know his name and he never said anything to her. The only direct contact they'd had was when he was tying her wrists into an uncomfortably wide angle with rope that was too short to allow her feet to touch the ground. And she would hang there in that position for hours on end as the man whipped her or cut thousands of shallow cuts into her skin or other even more horror inspiring tortures that she cringed to even think about thinking about.
It had already been two weeks. If anything, Alex would have contacted her.
But he hadn't, and Shelley was worried…more than she'd ever been in her entire life.
But there's nothing I can do but wait.
So she did, putting her trust into Alex's love and the knowledge that he would be doing everything he could to get to her.
Mrs. Jones paced in front of Blunt's desk breathing deeply, clenching and unclenching her fists in a vain attempt at calming down. Blunt sat as gray and emotionless as ever at his seat, not moving a muscle other than his eyes which followed Mrs. Jones movements as she wore a path into the gray carpet. K-Unit stood in front of Mrs. Jones, frantic with thoughts of their missing team mates.
"Mrs. Jones, would you STOP PACING?" Wolf said, ending the sentence at a much louder decibel than the one at which he'd started.
Jones stood still closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose looking, for the entire world, just like a worried mother.
Abruptly she turned towards blunt and asked
"Well? What are we going to do now?"
"At least we know no one's dead. Scorpia would have been gloating about killing Alex if they had."
The speaker was surprisingly not Blunt. It was Snake. Neck brace, cast on his right arm, a leg fractured in three places…but it could have been so much worse. K-Unit had gotten to work as soon as they saw the helicopter go down. Cat, the best swimmer, had dived into the ocean as soon as they could get to a distance that wouldn't break his neck. Less than a minute later, a speed boat had pulled up, a white flag with a red cross flying at its bow, the international symbol for medical help. Three minutes later, Cat's head bobbed out of the water, tank glistening and arms straining as he dragged up a weight almost a heavy as himself. He'd found Snake. But there was no sign of Alex and after thoroughly searching the ocean for a thirty mile radius, a total of 15 hours, they had been forced to declare Alex MIA, although where he could've gone in the middle of the ocean when the only boats in sight were MI6 was a total mystery.
"We'll find him." Wolf stated in the tone he only used when he required full obedience from his team. It was a command, not an offering of condolence.
"You are one man short of an official team. You're not going into the field." Blunt said speaking for the first time since these people had entered his office.
"Get them a replacement," Snake suggested. "Temporarily. I think we'd all feel better about the rescuers being K-Unit then people who've never dealt with Alex before."
"I'll do it," Jones said walking out of the office before another word could be spoken.
The unit left the office, the sound of the slamming door penetrating the deathly silence that seemed to follow the unit.
Where the hell am I? And why am I not dead? Alex thought as he woke up in a room so dark, he couldn't see his hand, even when it was close enough to touch his nose.
its later than i planned but its here... my chapters are gonna be much much shorter than they used to be. theres not enough time!
ugh
fudge monkeys.
im taking down the authors notes too cause i heard they're not supposed to stay up that long.
review!
DISCLAIMER: i forgot to put it at the begginning and now im too lazy to scroll up
i shall own Alex Rider when flying cewy chips ahoy cookies that throw themselves at little evil people called little brothers are invented.