Authors note: I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE. I have had some of the worst luck with the severe weather that ripped through my state this past week. Also, I had to contend with an important application as well. I lost power twice at home and three times at school. It is times like these, that I am glad that I write out my stories first before typing them. I lost some of the chapters due to the lost power. But don't fret, they're all written down - as a means of back up. :)
I am trying to win at the local regions again this year for Agricultural Education through the FFA. I have recieved amazing support through various kinds of "Good Luck Kayla". My favorite was that someone wrote that for me on my car! I will also be competitng in a public speaking competition on the same day that I find out if I win or not this year.
AP exams are comming up soon. As well as finals. Those are in 7 weeks too. My graduation date is nearing and my senior year in high school is almost over. So, if I miss any deadline dates, then it could be any of those reasons listed above. Please dont get angry with more.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Alex Rider series, nor its characters. However, I do own this story that I am writing as fan fiction. Try to steal it and I'll be furious. Write your own story, even if you are bad at writing. I'm not the best either, but practice improves your writing skills.
Okay, Okay. I'm shutting up now. Here's the next chapter. p.s. I will probably be changing the rating soon. This chapter contains a horrible scene with two murders revolving around Rebecca Strome's past and why she is what she is. You've been warned.
Chapter 6:
"Alex, how has school been?" Alex's psychologist began. Dr. Medlynn was a short, average looking woman. She had a roundish face with soft green eyes and brown hair. She had fair skin and loved to talk.
"Egh. The same." Was his ownly curt reply.
"Please, describe." Dr. Medlynn counteracted to Alex's previous response.
"Ap German is easy because I'm already fluent in German. Biology - honors is... consuming." Alex struggled for the right word then.
"What do you mean by that, Alex? How is it consuming?" Spoke the psychologist.
"It takes a minimum of two hours to complete a typical cascade - which is more of a curt form of annotating." "I see." Was her response. "And your other two classes?"
"Teacher assisting is tiresome and art class is plain easy. Nothing much to say really."
Dr. Medlynn paused to take some notes. "What about sports and work, Alex?" She asked sometime later.
"Soccer is great. My team is excited, we're doing very well right now. I personally think we have a shot at playoffs." And your work, Alex?" Geez, way to switch the subject Alex thought.
"Payment is good. As I said many times before, I just have to be careful when I spar with younger children, like Sensei Ricardi. What would hurt a lot to an eight year old, barely would phaze me. I teach unarmed offense and defense. Kicks and punches can pack a lot of power. Sensei Ricardi is a great man - who, like me - cares about the kids."
Alex stoppeed himself suddenly. Unconciously, he revealed another part of him that he tried to keep hidden from everyone else for so long. Alex knew the exact dangers of becomming emotionally attached to someone - anyone really. He lived with the consequences on a daily basis: Sabina's father being targeted and wounded (though that really wasn't Alex's fault and he knew it. Still, he blamed himself for it), Sabina being kinapeed, Tom getting shot while he attended Brooklynn with Alex, Alex's family - all murdered and dead, and even Jack was murdered because of Alex. All of these people had their lives placed in unnecessary peril - all because of Alex.
Now the psychologist revealed a new aspect of Alex's life. Right in front of him as if he was merely an open book.
Dr. Medlynn knew she would not have this opportunity again for a long time. She took advantage of the "revelation" to dig a little deeper into Alex's mind. "Do you fear hurting the kids, Alex? I mean this as in hurting them in ways that are more painful than a little bruising?" She smiled at herself. She had finally managed to chipped a little more of the ice awaqy - so to speak - and felt proud for it.
Alex bit his lip; struggling for a good, neutral response. In the end he just replied: "Yes, but I do my best to hold back and that has helped me teach the lessons better. I KNOW when to act and react without hurting someone. Holding back when necessary too. But, that does not mean that I don't know how to kill."
The last sentence was a clear, subtle warning that Alex gave which told the lady to back off. She caught on immediately. Afraid of what he might say next, she moved on to her next question. Slowly, pissing off Alex more and more.
Glancing at the clock, Alex knew he had 45 minutes left before his 60 minute session was over.
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Ms. Lyell and Mr. Strome was sitting in the newly designed confrence room in the recently finished warehouse. Well, mostly finished. Now, the designers were placing all the items stragegically around the converted warehouse. It was four in the afternoon and everything was on schedule. The three interior designers were currently stocking the medical offices. Once they were finished, they too would leave silently. Passing the security desk to log their final departure.
Michael and Rebecca was staring that the finished document that the yound man presented to them. It contained over 600 pages of information. It was designed perfectly. Micheal remembered the meeting last night very well.
It was almost 7 o'clock pm and the meeting between Rebecca, Michael and the young man - Dimitri was comming to a close.
"Well, Dimitri, this is an impressive document and I am quite... pleased with it. Yo soy estoy contentento con el documento." She reverted back to her native language for a moment. She only did this when she knew she would become even happier with what she did next.
"You are hereby accepted by the Tribal Regimen." As soon as she said this, she pulled a gun out from under the table and shot the man as she stood effortlessly. He collasped immediately. Michael was not shocked one bit with what he saw. "Michael, be a dear and have the guards collect Dimitri. He needs to be sent to our training facilities now, while he sleeps."
She stood to leave the room. Her copy of the printed document was left of the table. Michael did as he told. She was technically, his boss for this assignment and did not want to piss her off. Even if she was only eighteen.
Now, Michael and Rebecca was reviewing each child that was going to be sold on the black market. Kidnapping was a serious crime. Michael felt utter despair. He knew what would happen to these kids, but he wasn't in any condition to stop it. Not yet at least. Rebecca on the other hand couldn't wait to "play" with some of the kids.
Michael knew that Rebecca's father had molested her until the age of 16. He also abused Rebecca's mother as well. Rebecca's father was litterally a drunk, crazy man. He always reeked of alochol.
One evening, Rebecca's father became furious towards his wife when she did not inform him of her workshift at the hospital the night before. In his fit of rage, Rebecca's father slammed her mother's head on the ground repeatedly over and over again. When Rebecca found out what had happened - she even saw the tail end of it - she grabbed the closet kitchen knife and stabbed it into her father's skull. Killing him instantly.
Fearing the worst, Rebecca picked up her mother and placed her in her mom's car; driving as fast as she could to the hospital. But, she was too late. Her mom died in the car. Rebecca cried when the doctors wheeled her to the morgue. All the doctors and nurses cried for Rebecca's mother as well. She was the best nurse that the hospital had seen since Helen Rider worked there, in London. Helen too had passed away, sixteen years ago.
Later, police questioned Rebecca. Who killed her mother?... Where was her father?... etc. All Rebecca told them was: "He's been taken care of." Three hours later, when the police went to go and question her father, they found him dead at the scene.
By then, Rebecca had changed. She was no longer the sweet and bubbly girl that people knew her to be. Now, she tortured people to try and get rid of the horrible last memories of her mother. Three days on the run, the Tribal Regimen leader found Rebecca in Rome and gave her a home and a seat on the board. He saw the unstableness in her and wanted it for his organization. Since then, she has been a valuable asset for the founder - just like Michael.
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Ben sighed as he watched Alex's therapy session in a seperate room. He could see that the psychologist was making Alex angry with each passing minute; but it had to be done. MI6 WANTED Alex to finally open to people around him. Until he did, he was forced to go to two therapy sessions a week. Each, 60 minutes long each Thurday and Sunday.
Now Alex stopped talking altogether. He refused to answer Dr. Medlynn's remaining questions. Ben actually saw Alex's fingers curl in and uncurl themselves. The wasn't good. Ben wanted to help Alex, and stop him before hurting the psychologist. Ben couldn't blame Alex either for the fury that was consuming Alex. If Ben had had Alex's therapist as well, he would have punched her weeks ago. He was amazed at how Alex restrained himself. But, that didn't take away from the current seriousness of the issue.
Ben took notes on the session - everything he saw had he furiously written in a timeline table with five minute intervals. Mrs. Jones needed to know about this. The psychologist was not helping him at all.
"Dr. Medlynn, why did you ask Alex all those questions? Could you not see that he wanted to punch you?" Ben demanded answers from the psychologist.
"In order for Alex to come to terms with himself, he needs to accept all his faults that he created during his days as a spy. Only then, will he be able to forgive himself and move on." was the doctors only reply. She was watching Ben with avid curiosity.
"And how does this get Alex to open up to people again?" Ben replied in an annoyed tone. This is what he wanted to know the most. She was preventing him from knowing the answer and it was really beginning to piss him off.
Dr. Medlynn shrugged in the red velvet chair that she was sitting in. The she stood up and left her office. Never answering Ben's question. Ben, now felt remorse for Alex. Ben only lasted 5 minutes talking to this woman, and wanted to slap he silly. Alex on the other hand had delt with her for the past year. This psychologist was only creating more problems for Alex, not fixing the current ones.
A moment or two later, Ben deduced that the psychologized left the building. Only her secretary remained in the psychologist's office. Ben too stood up before walking out the french doors and out into the early evening that Thursday night.
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"... Mrs. Jones, I do not see any progress that the therapist has made when concerning his therapy sessions. You should have seen Alex today. He looked like he was going to punch the doctor. I don't care if she is the best therapist doctor for secret service men in the United States. She is going about Alex's therapy in a wrong way and it's hurting him more than its helping him!" Ben did not realize that he was ranting on the bed in his hotel room. But it felt good. He knew, deep down that this was the best way that Ben could help Alex.
"So, what do you propose we should do; Ben?" Mrs. Jones asked?
"Alex needs a new therapist - but one who understands teenagers better. Is there anyone that you know of Mrs. jones?" Ben was sincerly concerned for Alex. Alex should have improved in the past year, but there was nothing about him that did improve.
"I do." was her reply.
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AN: So, what do you think, oh, and if you've been reading this story closly, then you would know that the kidnappings have started. The next chapter was begin with all the action scenes! I promise. I've even started writing it! I know that I am behind in updating some chapters. I'll be caught up by the end of next week. Until, then, review whenever you want to. It helps me improve my writing, but it would be nice to read reviews every once it a while without any advice in it for improvements.
Also, I just wanted to give biblioholic. One of her reviews gave me the idea to dig some into Rebecca's past to explain why she is on the board at the age of 18. I purposely left out some information about Rebecca's past. Those tidbits will come in later, as well as Michael Strome and the leader of the Tribal Regimen whose name will not be mention yet.