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Alex's POV
I looked up at the flashing sign above my head that was saying "WELCOME TO WASHINGTON D.C!" and I smiled. I was finally free.
Back at MI6
"Damn it!" Alan Blunt said in a fit of anger momentarily losing his emotionless exterior.
He was staring down at the note written in, what the lab confirmed to be, Alex's blood.
Alex Rider can no longer play
for he will never live another day
MI6 has to find a new boy
to replace their old toy
Let us just hope that we never meet
because you now know that we cannot be beat
Scorpia never forgives, Scorpia never forgets
Alex's POV
I walked out of the airport and hailed a cab, and for the first time since my uncle died I did not look over my shoulder. My last act before I left for good was to make sure that MI6 would not come looking for me and the only way to do that was to make them think that I was dead. So that was exactly what I did, a small cut had been all it took and I would gladly do it again because thanks to that small amount of pain I was free.
I cab pulled in front of me and I told him the address to the hotel that I was going to be staying in until I could find a nice apartment, the one good thing that happened to me because of MI6 was that I was now extremely wealthy. I could probably bye a mansion and live out the rest of my life in luxury but the last thing I wanted to do was stand out and Adam was middle class and getting along okay but he was nowhere near rich. So I would have to settle on just a nice apartment.
The cab let me out in front of the hotel and I paid him before walking into the hotel. It was fairly nice, nothing too fancy but nice enough that it was kind of like a vacation in itself compared to what I had been doing the past few years. I checked in at the front desk and went straight up to my room to sleep, jetlag is a-.
Unfortunately the moment my head hit the pillow my good mood ended as I was thrown into a vicious nightmare. I was sitting in a dimly lit dark grey painted room, my hands and ankles were both chained and I was sitting in front of a steel table. As I looked up I saw that Julius was sitting across from me looking the same as he had in life, exactly like me, the only thing that was different was that there was a perfect hole in his forehead where I had shot him and that he was not pointing a gun at me.
"Hello Alex" he said, "how nice to see you again. Did you miss me?"
"No I'm sorry to say that I did not" I said calmly.
"Oh that's to bad" he said and shot me.
Images flashed before me so fast that I could barely identify them, Sorov killing himself, me shooting Julius, Jack dying, Jack dying, Jack dying. Soon all I could do was watch Jack die over and over again. her last scream echoing in my mind.
I sat up with a gasp, covered in a cold sweat. I put my head on my knees and wrapped my arms around my legs. My good mood yesterday had kept all of the flash backs and hallucinations away. I do not have normal PTSD, although I have all the symptoms of it I also have hallucinations during the day, sometimes I see Jack walking beside me, Julius taunting me from across the table, and all sorts of other things. The doctors said that it would be best if I was put in a mental heath facility until they found a way to stop the flashbacks from coming. I never saw or heard from those doctors again.
I finally calmed down enough to lookup at the clock. It was only three in the morning but it was later than I expected it to be, it must be the jetlag. I took a extremely long shower and when I go tout I got dressed and turned on the TV. I eventually found the weather channel and saw that it was supposed to be sunny most of the week, after I checked a few of the other weather channels that I could find to verify that. I looked at the clock again and saw that it was now six so I decided that I would go downstairs, seeming how I had nothing else to do.
I walked out the door of my room and locked it firmly behind me, then I took out one of the going away gifts that Smithers had given me( he was the only one that knew I was not dead and where I was going, he was also my only friend in MI6), a spool of special thread that was practically invisible unless you knew what to look for, and stuck it to the door handle and door frame with the automatic adhesive that was activated when it was cut. He had made it for me so that I would know if anyone opened my door when I was not there, I used to be too paranoid to even open my front door without having a gun out.
After I had the string in place I walked to the elevator and pressed the button to go down to the lobby. The elevator door dinged open and I stiffened when I saw who was waiting for me inside. It was Julius. It took me a moment to realize that he was just a hallucination, I relaxed slightly and stepped into the elevator, me and hallucination Julius's relationship was kind of strange. I didn't loath his very existence anymore, he was just a annoyance. He actually reminded me a lot of myself now that he was dead, he was not completely crazy and he gave me someone to talk to. I know I must sound completely insane right now but I guess the only way to put it is that my mind created him, and I guess it decided that it was better if he was more a of friend than a enemy. I could never forgive him for what he did to Jack but I finally realized that hating a hallucination was just going to drive me more insane than I already am.
The elevator doors closed behind me and Julius started to talk.
"So Alex where are we going today?" He asked sounding bored.
"I am going shopping, you are going to go away." I said but knew that it was not going to work.
"Still here" He said just to get on my nerves and I sighed. This was going to be a long day.
Sorry for a really boring chapter but I just couldn't write anymore. NCIS will come in the next chapter that I will try to update over the weekend but I am really busy thanks to my stupid teachers that have given me a outrageous amount of homework. Review please!
-Yorkiegirl44