A/N: Sorry about this bad updating (and length of this chapter), I hit a wall xD But I do have some ideas left, and the ending to this fic is going to be awesome, if I do say so myself. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, especially to Steff Malfoy1 for ideas. Send your ideas in, people 8D
Alex Rider lifted the hatch of the helicopter door, leaned outside, and grinned.
That was what Julius Grief would have done, but that boy was dead. Dead with a bullet hole in his head, lying by the side of the street. And in the end, what was Julius but a boy with a childhood denied, living by the laws of a dead father.
But Hugo Grief was not dead, not really. His life, his spirit—heck, his DNA—lived inside that kid. But he was dead now.
Alex wondered why he cared. Julius had killed Jack. He was about to kill the secretary of state! And then he would come back to watch him die, and the last thing Alex could have seen was his own face, grinning like a madman, looming down on him before darkness enveloped everything.
Could have, would have, should have.
For a brief moment, Alex even desired that. Anything except this hollow feeling, this disgust towards himself.
And for the briefest moment, even as he mimicked his doppelganger, a tear slipped out of one eye, and dropped into the sand far below.