Not There
A.N. Yay, another chapter written (you should be proud), this chapter is going to be sad so yeah… get the tissues out.
Word count: 1, 032
Chapter 3: Jack
Alex knocked on the front door, hoping Jack was at home to answer. He would have usually let himself in but he had left his keys in his blazer pocket…, which was admittedly in his school bag, which, in turn, he had left at his school. Hopefully, he would be able to persuade Tom to drop it off later!
He heard the thump of footsteps, careering down the stairs and a frantic Jack with her eyes full of worry opened the door a moment later.
"Where were you?" She asked, staring intently at him. He edged inside under her outstretched arm, shutting the door behind himself as she stood there. She must have noticed some of his anger showing on his face, because she next asked,
"What's wrong?"
"You may want to sit down!" Alex replied without really answering her question. He led her gently into the living room. He noticed his black school bag resting on the sofa.
"Did Tom come round?" he asked, nodding towards the aforesaid bag.
"Yeah," she replied "and he also said that you just left in the middle of school, what happened? Was it MI6?"
"Jack, sit down…I'll explain everything!" Alex said.
He started the long and confusing explanation. He told her about MI6 taking him from school, he told her about the threat from SCORPIA and the danger he and she were in. He told her about having to leave tomorrow for the SAS camp and the protection she would have.
The one thing he didn't tell her about was his trip to Smithers' office and the gadgets he had received. Jack didn't approve of guns, not at all. So as the belt dug guiltily into his waist; he felt the sudden need to hide it, deep inside the black bag slung over his shoulder. Now…now he had a gun, it all seemed more realistic. He was in danger, and so was she.
He stood up suddenly grabbing his school bag, Jack looked at him questioningly, her blotchy face (she had been crying) twisted in confusion; he mumbled a quick
"I need to pack!" and left the room.
As soon as he was out of Jacks sight he undid his belt and dropped it into the bag on his back. He leaped up the stairs lithely in bounds. He then stepped into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He dumped the culpable black bag onto his bed, before pulling his school bag in front of him.
He pulled his phone out and looked at the screen, he had four missed calls; all from Tom. He sighed, an affectionate smile threatening to reveal itself on his lips. He pressed a few buttons on his phone before placing it next to his ear, it was dialling.
Alex waited a few minutes but when nobody answered, he settled for leaving an answer machine message requesting that Tom should, 'Stop calling and he, Alex would tell him what happened the next day at school!'
Alex set down the phone and started pulling clothes out of his draw; he only needed a few sets of normal clothes as his SAS uniform would be sufficient for most of the time.
He tucked all the gadgets Smithers had given him into the drawstring bags inner pocket. Then, he neatly packed the rest of the bag with his clothes and uniform. As an afterthought he pulled three dairy milk chocolate bars (the big ones) out of his sock draw and put them in with the gadgets.
He knew he would be lacking energy soon and the chocolate that Tom had got him for his 15th birthday seemed like a great idea!
Well he had finished packing; at least he wouldn't need to worry about that.
A sudden thud sounded downstairs alerted his attention, the sound of glass tinkled against the kitchen's tile floor!
Alex leapt up and before he knew it, he was creeping down the carpeted stairs. He tried to reason with himself, it didn't have to be a bad thing. Jack could've dropped a glass or something, but he knew… he knew it was something else, something was wrong!
He crept through the living room, adrenaline pulsing through him. He peeked around the kitchen door and he saw…nothing…at first. Jack wasn't there and definitely no SCORPIA operatives (that was what he was expecting).
Then he saw them, shards of glass on the tile floor. They shined menacingly. Glinting evilly with premeditated violence! He followed them up to the small circular hole in the window that, although small, seemed to be even more sinister than the glass.
No! He saw Jack's high heeled shoes poking out from behind the counter, like in only the worst films. It would have been comical, if it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation! Tears threatened to fall as he walked around the counter, struggling to breathe.
He saw her with a perfect circular hole in the middle of her forehead. He dropped to his knees. It was over!
What was the point in striving to live, if he had nobody to come back to?
He saw her happy laughing face and rosy cheeks. They contrasted shockingly with her already pale, cold hue. The tears started to fall; he lay beside her prone body and closed his eyes, squeezing a few more tears out. This was the last time Alex Rider cried!
He drifted, not unconscious or sleeping…he was remembering.
Jacks pallid face, Ian's car a bullet hole at head height, Sabina's despondent expression as she left him, Edward Pleasure being carted away. All his fault!
Wolf pale and shaking, Ben Daniels lying in a puddle of his own blood. He didn't protect them!
Ash, face pained, conscience tortured. Yassen, his parents…
Jack…
Jack…
Jack…
A.N. Sorry a bit heavy. No! I'm not going to do a suicidal Alex. Oh and before I get asked Alex didn't hear the gunshot because the assassin was using a silencer XD
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