Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider. I do not own much. I own an ipod touch, a two year old Sony Ericsson phone and around 90-110 books. Maybe more. That's about it. The rest belongs to my parents, who bought the rest.

WARNING: TABOO LANGUAGE USED.

Alright, last chapter sucked. I know. Some bits didn't make sense. But basically, after Jack was shot in front of his classmates, Alex left the school, returned home, packed a bag, then travelled to Kent via trains and buses, and went to the Channel Tunnel, where he waits for the train to leave to take him to France. Simples.

Hopefully this makes more sense. Enjoy.

Escape Chapter 2

"Shit"

It wasn't all too often that Alex swore, and it was only because of the direness of the situation that made Alex feel like he needed to do more than just say one taboo word.

"Goddamn fucking stupid MI6. Can't bloody leave me well enough alone."

Mumbling and cursing under his breath, he felt much better and much worse at the same time. Better for getting it out of his system, but worse for not feeling the clip around the ear he knew he would have gotten if only Jack was there with him, still alive. But she wasn't; she was dead, all because of those who had decided to chase him.

Alex knew that MI6 would have the many airports and train stations in London to be scouted out to prevent his escape when they would have inevitably found out that he had run away.

What he hadn't guessed was that they would go so far as to come to Kent and attempt to bock off the Channel Tunnel, too.

As the coach that Alex was currently hiding on top of moved forward into the shuttle, he caught a glimpse of the first man to step out of the first black car. Dressed in smart clothing, shoes sparkling and a mobile clutched in his hand, he looked the epitome of a stereotypical image of a spy.

The man looked around, searching for the blonde haired boy and seeing nothing, pulled the mobile open, punched in numbers and started talking into it.

Alex caught a little of what the man said, "move in" before the coach rumbled forward, taking Alex out of sight.

Not having much time before the agents from MI6 and the army, most likely SAS men, started to search inside the train Alex knew he needed to move and get a better hiding place; the men looking for him would be ruthless in their search and the chances of them looking on top of the coaches as well as inside of them and below were quite high. They did, after all, know that finding Alex was of top priority, even if they didn't quite know why.

This meant that Alex would need to disguise himself. He looked around the lit areas as the coach continued its' movement forward towards the front of the shuttle, grills aligning the floor on either side and bright red signs asking passengers not to move from their vehicles before the shuttle starts its journey in both English and French.

Nothing obvious stood out to Alex of which he could use to disguise himself, and when the coach finally pulled to a stop in front of a red car in front of it, Alex finally saw something that looked promising; the sign for toilets.

Before the car behind the coach could move into the lit carriage with Alex in it, he slid quietly down the back of the coach, and moved forward around the side of the coach in a crouch out of sight of the car.

Moving lithely, Alex continued onwards towards the front of the coach, keeping his body low so as to not grab the attention of those inside. He could hear the loud volume of those in the coach, obviously school children on some sort of trip.

A pang in his chest made Alex think of how he should be the one on the coach, having a rightful place in their amongst his friends and peers, not on the outside, running for freedom from those who should be protecting him.

He quickly shoved the thoughts aside, not needing a distraction at the moment when he needed to be fully focused on the task at hand.

Alex knew he needed to distract the driver of the coach to somewhere other than where Alex was crouched, hiding below the front of the windshield, and a bunch of small pebbles just outside of the tires would easily do the trick.

Peering round the side of the coach, Alex grabbed the pebbles, threw them at the drivers window and moved under the car in front all under 5 seconds.

He steadily crawled under the metal of the car towards the bumper, muffling his coughs from the fumes in his sleeved-covered arm. Turning onto his back, his bag of necessities on the floor, Alex faced upwards putting his first plan of disguise into action. Placing his hands onto the newly turned-off and cooling down exhaust, he wiped off the black powder and dark dirt before putting his hands into his hair, scrubbing it black and repeating the action until he felt he had done a good enough job of covering his blonde hair.

From underneath the car, he could hear a man talking to a woman, going over directions of how to get to they hotel that they would be staying in. Assuming that they were looking away from what was in front of them, Alex dashed forwards into the shadowed corner of carriage, his black clothing helping him camouflage into the shadows.

At this point, Alex heard the echoing voices of the agents and army men start to enter the shuttle, shouting orders to each other to search the cars of each of the passengers, looking for a "blonde haired teenage boy, around 15 years of age and about 5 foot 6."

Slightly panicked that the agents had already started searching, Alex started looking for a way to open the doors to the toilets, feeling around for the button to open the hatch. Once locating and pressing it, the automatic doors slid open emitting a whooshing noise that Alex hoped the agents didn't hear.

Moving into the disgusting public toilet that the shuttle provided, Alex looked into the mirror provided, ensuring that his previously blonde hair was now fully black.

With this done, Alex went back to his hair. Although the colour was changed, he knew that his long messy hair may give him away should the agents spot him. As he couldn't wet his hair in case the black soot washed out, and with no scissors to cut it, he was resorted to using an elastic band that he had picked up, fresh off one of London's street, from when, presumably, a royal mail postman had done his rounds, dropping the elastic band used to hold the mail together to the floor as they had been known to do.

Dropping the toilet lid down, Alex pulled his bag from his back and set it down on top. Opening it, he grabbed the pair of trainers that Smithers had provided from his previous mission that he never got around to using. Placing the new trainers on the ground, he slipped out of his old Nike trainers, dropping them into his bag, and into the comfortable less designer ones - well, less designer in that it didn't have any logos identifying who made the trainers, in any case.

Grateful that he had gone home and changed out of his school clothes and into casual wear, Alex picked up his bag and stepped out of the toilet, pressing the button on the back of his trainers to release the hydraulic pump that would lift him several inches off the ground.

Instead of going back into the carriage with the coach, Alex moved even further into the shuttle, and away from the agents, looking for a place to hide.

It had taken Alex less than 3 minutes to change his appearance in the toilet and move ahead of the coach, but in that time the soldiers and agents had covered just over half of the shuttle.

What Alex didn't know was that during this time, two of the MI6 agents had gone into the ticket office for the shuttle and were in a heated argument with the on-duty manager, telling him to delay the Euro train. The manager had continually refused, telling them that they could not delay the train due to the fact that they were on a specific time routine, and another train was due to arrive on that track within half an hour - the train needed to be gone within the next 15 minutes.

All Alex had to do was be unrecognised for those remaining 12 minutes, and he would be fine - at least until he got to Calais, France.

Alright, so this is about 4 pages long, so it's a lot longer than the first chapter.

I apologise in advance if this doesn't make sense either. I don't have a Beta, and right now its just after half 12 at night, so I'm tired and cant be bothered to proof read.

The elastic band thing is actually real - the postmen always drop the elastic bands, and a few years ago it used to be the 'done thing' to collect them, take them to school, then use them to fling paper at fellow classmates. Ah, fun times.

Anyway, review please. I need to know where to go with this story - I'm thinking of getting Alex close to being caught, then the shuttle leaves or something, he makes it to France, Or something like that - meet an old acquaintance - perhaps meet up with Jerry, who gets in contact with Tom or something, who MI6 have been watching…? I dunno, but I want to include some fighting bits in it and such, so I don't know if that plot line would work well.

Also, there is a picture on my profile (scroll down) of the inside of the Channel Tunnel - I'm guessing not many of you have seen a carriage of one, so hope it helps to imagine it.

So yeah. Review.