Summary: Every legend has a story behind it. And the kids of Brookland Comprehensive School are about to meet the legend known as Alex Rider.

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It hadn't been too hard to sneak out of class. A simple 'Sir, I need the toilet' was all it took. It was almost disgustingly easy. Though Mr Blueberry was a mean teacher, he would never keep a child from the toilet. In fear that they would pee on his perfectly clean floor. He ran down the stairs, as his maths class was on the top block, which was killer to climb right after P.E. Skidding to a halt Alex walked over to the receptionist, Mrs Kyle he reminded himself. She was a nice lady with dark hair and twinkling blue eyes. She was quick to point out which meeting room his 'grandfather' had acquired for the emergency family meeting and also to offer her condolences for his 'aunts' death. He made himself frown and look down. Glad, for once, for the drama lessons Jack had forced him to take. She quickly apologized but he waved her off with a mumbled 'its fine' He made his way towards the dull grey door, his footsteps fast and measured. He had to convey just enough sadness and anger but not so much that she became suspicious. As soon as he closed the door though it was like he became a totally different person.

"What do you want?" he snapped. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He did what they wanted. He risked his life for these people and the least they could do was leave him alone. But apparently that was too much to ask for.

Mrs Jones looked slightly put out, but Blunt was as cold and emotionless as ever.

"Alex, please, let us explain"

"Explain what?" He was really getting angry. They couldn't just pull him out of school like that, especially in front of his peers. He had worked hard in getting his reputation back and all his hard work just went down the drain. No thanks to MI6.

"Miss. Starbright was deported this morning."

"What?" He was not expecting that. What did they mean Jack was deported?

"A threat was made regarding you, Alex," Mrs Jones continued. "For Jack's safety, she was deported back to America; she left a note."

She handed him a pink sticky note, Jacks messy handwriting on the front.

Alex,

I'm so sorry for not being able to say goodbye.

I want you to know none of this is your fault, you didn't have a choice.

I don't blame you, if anything I want to thank you for being the sweetest person I've ever met.

Stay safe kiddo!

Jack, your lovely big sister

The note fell out of his suddenly numb hands. Jack was...gone? His big sister was gone, taken by the very same people that took his parent's and uncle's life. Taken by the very same people that were ruining his life. Scratch that. Taken by the very same people that ruined his life. Tears threatened to fall but he wouldn't let them, he wasn't going to show any weakness in front of them.

"We understand that it is a very saddening matter but for your safety, you will be staying at Brecon Beacons, I understand you are already acquainted with a Unit there?" Blunt said, his voice not showing any sign of remorse. Alex doubted he was actually saddened.

"Since when did you care about my safety?" he said, his voice calm and emotionless. Calm before the storm.

"Alex," Mrs Jones started to say, but she quickly shut her mouth realizing her mistake.

"DONT YOU 'ALEX' ME!" he shouted; god it felt good. "WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WAS GETTING SHOT AT IN THE ALPS? WHERE THE WERE YOU WHEN A SAROV SHOT HIMSELF?"

"Alex, please, calm down."

"DONT FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"

"Mr Rider, you are going to Brecon Beacons and that is final, as for the matter of us not being there during your...situations, well we did not think it was necessary," Blunt said, appearing unbiased by the sudden outburst. They did not think it was necessary?

Alex took a deep breath; he really didn't want to kill Blunt. Who was he kidding? He wanted to rip the man's head off. The smug bastard. They can't control his life like that, it was against human rights. Glaring at Blunt he sat down but jumped right back up again when something Blunt said registered to him.

"Wait, did you say Brecon Beacons?" he asked. He hoped he was wrong, but that was looking less and less likely.

"Yes," Mrs. Jones finally spoke, "but it is only temporary."

"How long?"

She gulped and began to suck on another peppermint, her eyes staring guiltily at him. She should feel guilty after all the shit they put him through.

"Until we get rid of the threat, we are not sure how long, but it will be at least a few months."

"I would love to know what god I pissed off to deserve this."

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Short, I know, but this is only the beginning. Chapter 3 is longer, at least 1,000 words (I hope). Also does anybody know what time period Alex Rider is set in?

I also want to say thank you for the reviews, 13! Wow! Thank you guys!