Alex Rider: Moving On

Sorry! I decided to give myself a little time off from writing! But now I'm back and ready to roll!

This chapter will be short (I think). It will have a small conversation between Mr. Smithers and Alex, one that will prove to be important to the story. It will grow along with one or two more chapters. I plan to do something that I think that no one will see coming.

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Chapter Eighteen:

Worried

Alex and Mr. Smithers sat in the helicopter. They sat seperately from each other and stared out towards the horizon. It had to be nearing noon. The sun was high in the sky.

Alex thought of Sabina. He wondered if she was sleeping. A part of him wanted to go straight to her and be with her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her again. The thoughts made him shiver.

I'm sorry Sabina, Alex thought to himself. A single tear appeared from his left eye.

Mr. Smithers chuckled and said, "What you thinking about dear boy?!"

Alex quickly wiped the tear away before anyone could see it, he turned to Smithers and smiled. But he failed to make some satisfaction into it.

"What's wrong?" Smithers suddenly got concerned. He leaned forward and stared into Alex's eyes. "You can tell me."

Alex smiled again and said, "Just trying to concentrate thats all."

"If I didn't know any better... I think that this is all about a girl." He winked.

Alex chuckled. He liked Mr. Smithers a lot. He remembered the times back in London and MI6. He even remembered the first time they met. The whole incident with Stormbreaker. His very first mission.

"You still haven't answered my question." Mr. Smithers raised his left eyebrow.

Alex looked to the ground.

"I'm just... worried..."

Smithers frowned.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Alex kept his eyes on the floor and then looked back up. He stared Smithers in the eyes and swallowed.

"I'm worried about how all of this is going to end," Alex felt his heart racing. "I'm worried that I may not make it out alive."

Smithers's eyes widened in fear.

"Alex! You listen here!" he pointed towards him and moved to the edge of his seat. "You are not going to die! You hear me?! You have survived countless times against enemies! You even went against Mother Nature and survived! You have the luck of the devil!"

"But how long can my luck last?!" Alex paused and he felt hesitation inside his own voice. "I heard stories about my father and my uncle. Everyone said that they had the luck of the devil. But sooner or later, that luck ran out for them. My dad was blown to bits by his own friend. My uncle was killed by an assassin. What about me?! Huh?! I have taken on evil organizations, assassins, corrupt billionaires, and even double agents! And every single time... I somehow came out on top! But now..." He shook his head. "... I don't know. I just have a bad feeling."

Smithers lowered his pointing finger and folded his hands together.

"Alex, I want to give you some advice. Advice that I should have given you a long time ago."

Alex nodded and said, "Go ahead."

"I want you to leave."

Alex frowned.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"I. Want. You. To. Leave." Smithers repeated in slow and serious voice. "Just leave all of this behind. Go back to Sabina and her family. Go live a happy and normal life. You have done enough! These people! Mrs. Jones! Joe! Alan Blunt! You have done enough for them! Just leave!"

Alex shook his head and said, "No! I can't!"

"Yes, you can!" Smithers protested. "Leave this fight to me and the others! We can handle this!"

"What others?!" Alex shrugged. "There is no one to do this! But me! If I remember correctly, almost all of the missions I have done in the past were all done by me! I saw no one else! No one helped me till the very end! When I had all the intel I needed to allow others to help! How is this any different?!"

Smithers didn't argue.

Alex continued.

"I do this because I'm the only one! I ran back to this life, even when I didn't want to! All because I knew that there would be times like these!"

Smithers suddenly fought back.

"You and I both know that isn't the reason!" He nearly yelled. "This is because of what happened to Jack! I know that it is!"

Alex remembered the moment he had with Sabina last night. He remembered when she told him the reason why he ran back to life of being a spy. This is about Jack, isn't it? He could remember the words like as if they were his own.

He closed his eyes to block out the realization. I was trying to run away from it.

"No it isn't!" Alex said.

"Yes it is!" Smithers was on a roll. "You ran back to the CIA and begged for your life as a spy back! You did it because you wanted to escape the pain of loss! I know the feeling! Even Mrs. Jones knows, just ask her! You thought you could run away from it!"

Alex shook his head hard.

"No!"

"Yes! You know it is true! You just don't want to face it! If you can't come to terms with your past then you cannot move on! Alex... you need to let go! That is the only way of facing your pain! Face it!"

Alex turned away from him and said, "I can't. I don't know how."

Smithers moaned and lies back into his seat. He closed his eyes and didn't open.

Alex stared out towards the sun. He could feel the pain coming again. He started to remember the moments in Cairo again.

Just make it stop! He roared to himself. Just stop!

Alex closed his eyes and allowed himself to sleep for the rest of the ride.

Hope that you guys liked it. I wanted to have an emotion part between Mr. Smithers and Alex. There will be anther moment like this again. But next time... it will be more emotional.

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