Okay, my English isn't the greatest. I hope you understand what I meant.

Chapter 4

Alex slowly got used to his old life and really became friends with Sasha. Most of their free time, she helped him getting up with school stuff as he was already tenth grade now.

He understood most of it, but still barely spoke. He didn't want to talk, he wanted to be alone and she let him alone without asking when he wanted.

He felt so empty after knowing that everybody who has ever mattered to him, ended up dead and still wondered who had killed Sabina and her family and who had risked to kill all plane's passengers. The contact to Mrs. Jones broke up, too, as well as the contact to his old classmates.

It was a rainy October Sunday when Alex received a letter from England. He was curious that there was no return address and Alex took the white envelope into his room. He closed and locked the door and sat down on the bed to open it.

His hands trembled a bit because the only persons knowing about his whereabouts were the people of Special Operations division of MI6. He unfolded the white letter and read the content which was written per hand:

Dear Alex,

I hope you got into your new life well and already found a few new friends. In case it may interest you, I agreed with an inner council that the experiment with you was a mistake and will never be attempted again.

Unfortunately, I also have some bad news for you: Tom Harris, I think a friend of yours at Brookland Comprehensive School, died last Thursday. He was found by his parents in his room and the toxicological forensic scientists found minor dosages of cyanide in his body.

They assume it may have been injected and it was identified as the same substance which had been used for the operation 'Invisible Sword'. I am sorry for your loss and we at MI6 try to do everything to solve this case.

We think it may have been the same person who ordered the crash of the plane, the execution of Sabina and her mother and your abduction. But we still have no idea who is that, if he only wants revenge and what he is planning next.

Please do me a favor, Alex, and do not try to solve this alone. We have qualified men here working night and day and you've had enough adventure. You need a secure life out of MI6 and we do everything to guarantee that to you.

Please Alex, don't let me worry.

Yours, Mrs. Jones

Without an expression on his face, he put the letter back in the envelope and stored it in the pillowcase. He wasn't even shocked by the fact that Tom was dead, he had no feelings toward him or toward anybody. And he was sure that he wouldn't try to find his killer on his own, may he find him, may he kill him.

Alex wasn't interested in this spy life anymore, he wasn't interested in life anymore. He put back the pillow just in case as someone knocked at the door.

He stood up and unlocked it and wasn't surprised to find Sasha smiling at him. 'Hey, Alex. How do you do?'

'I'm fine' he answered and let her in.

'I heard you got post from England.'

'Yeah, an old classmate wrote me. Told me how it's going' he lied.

'Have you already finished your homework? I thought you'd probably be interested in going to cinema with me. There's currently Batman 3 and I thought…'

'Yeah, that would be great' he pretended enthusiastically but wasn't interested in the slightest. But he knew he needed to think about something else than about blowing up cars or poison in one's body.

It didn't rain that much anymore and they walked through the big, cold city. They were walking about five minutes until Alex noticed that there was something unusual. He turned around a few times and then saw a man hushing out of his view.

Now it was sure to him that they were being followed but he couldn't decide if it were the ones wanting him dead or anything else or Mrs. Jones' guarantee to protect him. It bothered him not to know and then decided that he had to find out.

'Let's go through here, it's shorter' he told Sasha and pushed her into a smaller street.

They were walking in a valley of huge skyscrapers and suddenly it rained again and all sunlight seemed to be gone. Alex turned around again but didn't see anybody.

'Alex, what the hell…?' she asked but then abruptly stopped when a man was standing right in front of them. Alex and Sasha looked at the guy in the leather jacket who was slowly pulling out a knife.

'Where ya going?' he asked with a light accent and stepped toward them.

'Let us pass!' Alex ordered and didn't want to bring Sasha into trouble. He knew that this guy wouldn't be a problem for him but he didn't want to demonstrate the girl his real 'I'.

The guy with the baseball cap just laughed. 'Come on, guy. I'll fuck ya girl in front of ya and then finish ya off!' he said and quickly pushed him away and pressed Sasha on his body.

'Fuck yourself!' she said but he pressed the knife at her neck and turned around to Alex. He laughed at him and Alex didn't know what to do.

Not because he couldn't but because he didn't want to cause any trouble and didn't know if he could stop when once started.

He decided.

Without hesitating he walked toward the guy, with both hands he pushed his hand away, kicked him into the balls, picked the knife while bending the arm onto his back, the guy screamed and Alex kicked him once more, pushed him with his hands and threw him on the ground. With the knife in his hand, his kicked with his right foot three times into his stomach, one of the most hurting points of the body.

'Never…touch…a…girl…again!' he screamed, pictures of Sabina flashing in front of his eye, Sabina laughed, they were in London, Sabina and he on vacation in France, Sabina's dead body in San Francisco, her father at the port, the men shooting all survivors of the plane crash.

He didn't even notice that he still was kicking the wincing guy into his belly until Sasha suddenly touched his arm. He turned around in surprise and stopped hurting the man.

'It's okay, Alex. It's okay' she only said and hugged him deeply.

He didn't know what she must think of him but she obviously knew how this pleased him. In contrary, Alex admitted that he had felt nothing, nothing at all.

He looked at the injured guy whining on the ground and had no emotional reaction toward it, he didn't feel pleasure or regret, he just saw the fact that he had hurt someone. He pushed Sasha gently away.

'Sasha, listen. That…is not me. I don't…' he started to explain but she put her pointing finger on his mouth.

She slowly shook her head and ignored the man on the floor. 'Let's go' she decided and took his hand. Without turning back she led him out of the passage and Alex remembered again why they had turned in there.

He looked around but didn't saw anybody following them. He needed to explain Sasha, he needed to tell her the truth. But he couldn't. He heard Sabina laughing inside his head, he heard the explosion of the bomb, her father hurt, her father now dead, he didn't want anything similar happen to Sasha. Perhaps it was better then to keep silence.

They decided to walk back to the orphanage and not to visit the cinema and he was quite glad about it. But then he thought it would be a joke of his destiny when his shadow followed them again.

'Someone's following us?' she whispered when he seemed to have turned around too often.

'I think so' he answered and pushed her around the corner.

'Come on' she said and determined the direction. They were again in a dark alley and Alex hoped for better luck this time. Sasha looked around but nobody was in sight. She ran toward the wall and jumped for the emergency ladder. She grabbed it and pulled herself up. Alex had to smile seeing her like this, she obviously liked a bit adventure and followed her.

The rain had stopped a while ago but they still needed to be careful not to glide away. They reached the top of the building and entered the flat roof.

'And where now, Sherlock?' he asked when he stood next to her.

Without answering, she walked toward the next roof which was about two meters lower and jumped on it, rolling aside for not having too much pressure on her body. He followed her and they walked on the roofs of the following buildings. It was already a bit dark and they were glad that nobody was there to see them.

At the end of the street, they climbed down such an emergency ladder again and walked the rest of the way through the open streets. No follower was seen anymore but he knew that she was waiting for answers for his strange behavior.

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