Okay, so maybe I've been a 'little' mean to Alex. –shifts eyes- But he's tough! He can deal! Mwauahaha...
And to those people who are wondering how Yassen,(aka, Mr. Most-wanted-all-over-the-world)could get sneak across a high security airport unnoticed...well...let's just say he knows what he's doing :D That, and, airport workers are idiots in my stories.
To readers: Thank you for reading :)
To Anthony Horowitz: Thank you for not creating a lawsuit against me :)
Disclaimer: I may not now, but oh, I will...I will –evil laughter-
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The week had been pointless. Useless. Full of nothing.
He had tried. Truly, he had. There was nothing that he wanted more in the world than to find out why his brother was killed.
But maybe, it wasn't just that. The air felt colder now. People passed by soundlessly. Nobody saw him. His eyes didn't find them. Gravity had stopped in his head and something new had replaced much of his mind.
No, David might never admit it to himself, but he wanted more than just the truth.
He wanted vengeance. Revenge.
And he wanted to hunt down every being that so much as had caught whispers in the wind of what happened and hadn't stopped it. He would kill them like they had so mercilessly destroyed his little brother. Bottom line; They would pay.
And this is what flashed through David Javenson's head as he sat blankly on his plane flight to London.
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He awoke once again, the same way he had so many times in the past year. The menace of the whole situation still lingered in his memory. Alex was about to drive himself mad with the unfairness of the concept. And just when things were looking up...
Squinting his eyes to adjust them to the dense, almost foggily lighted room, Alex noticed he was sitting on an average sized, sturdy, metal chair. Trying to move his fingers for circulation he frowned.
Ah, scratch that first part. He was bound to chair by his hands. Luckily, his feet were free so it wasn't the worst news he could have foreseen. This might give him a chance for an-
"I hope you're not thinking up plans of escape..."
Alex jumped in surprise at the sound of the voice. But it is hard to jump very high when you are tied to a chair.
There, in a corner, now walking towards him was the bronze haired man again. Alex had seen him only once. Yes, he did have the air of a soldier. Confidence was written so clearly across his face. And he appeared completely at ease. Calm. Secure.
Alex was quite unsettled at the moment himself.
The man was now within four inches of Alex's face. He frowned.
"You're younger than I expected."
Alex shrugged weakly. "I get that a lot..."
But the man paid no mind. His brow creased. "They didn't tell me we were taking a kid," He said more to himself than anything else.
"Why am I here?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Where am I?!"
"I can't tell you that either, mate."
Alex glared at him, suddenly alert. This conversation lacked the logic he was looking for.
"Well...then what are you going to do with me?"
The soldier man straightened up some. "Hopefully nothing for your sake. If things go according to plan and they cooperate, then you can walk away without a scratch."
"...You're talking about MI6? They won't do anything to get me back. You're wasting your time." It was worth a shot. Alex didn't think the man would kill him if he couldn't get anything out of it. He didn't give off the senseless killing attitude Alex was familiar with.
But this obviously wasn't the case. The soldier man suddenly widened his eyes. Surprise flickered across his face. Then he regained composure,
"I must say I am shocked. And here I thought he was lying when he told me that you worked for Secret Intelligence. Perhaps it is a genetic streak"
"You...didn't know that?"
" I do now."
"Then who are you talking about?"
The soldier, as Alex had started to refer to him as dropped his eyebrows once again.
"You don't know do you? John Crawford didn't tell you before-"
Alex suddenly remembered something.
"-before you killed Jack!" His eyes bore down on the solemn man and he spat at his feet. Grinding his teeth, Alex was plainly furious. The man was bored.
"You need to stop doing that."
"Don't tell me what to do and not to do you bas-"
"-She's not dead Alex. Not yet."
Alex blinked.
"I didn't kill her. She wouldn't cooperate peacefully, so I simply subdued her."
"Oh, she wasn't the peaceful one, was she? Wow, I would've never guessed it by the blood curling scream filling my home..."He fumed.
"Don't take it so personally Alex. You will see her soon. She will be fine. And you both can get on with your lives. Don't worry about it."
This position made no sense in any form or kind. But Alex managed to calm down. There was a reason for all of this. He would figure it out eventually. With his breaths coming smooth and even, he addressed the man, still waiting for a response, in front of him,
"What is your name?"
The soldier sighed in impatience. "I can't tell you."
"Okay. What can you tell me?!" Alex matched his mood of impatience.
"I'll get back to you on that one, kid."
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"Oh, that is gross!"
"It's just hair, Jimmy."
"Yeah, but do we know where it came from? It could be from anywhere and anything. C'mon, you've got to admit, normal minded people don't send you hair inside an unlabeled envelope for fun."
"...point taken." James Hoskins stared at the yellowed envelope. Jimmy was gagging across the room.
"So, how long will it take?"
"For..?"
"For him to wake up?"
James glanced at the back room. he had cleared out the, for the most part, empty boxes and years old clutter. The once closet-room looked fresh out new. And smelt a lot better in his opinion.
"It could take days, Jimmy. And even when he wakes up, his vitals will have to be re-stabilized. I wouldn't get too excited about it."
Jimmy nodded politely. For once.
"Okay, can I take a break then? I need to pick up my cousin at the airport. He just finished up summer camp in the US and I promised him we would have sibling bonding time this summer and my aunt will kill me if I leave him at an airport alone."
I'm surprised she hasn't done it yet...
"Ah, I see. Go ahead. Keep this to yourself though."
"Can do. Have fun with the vegetable."
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The world swayed. And then she came. Reaching out a delicate softened hand, she touched his own roughened palm and smiled.
Helen?
The woman was a ghost though. She had no reply. The deadly beautiful deep brown eyes stared into his own cold emerald ones. They were beckoning to him. Trying to tell him something.
"Get up."
I don't want to leave you Helen. I love you. Let's stay here forever.
The angelic figure would not give up. She smiled and touched his cheek lovingly.
"Wake up John."
I can't...
The eyes were familiar. He didn't want to turn away from this angel.
"Trust me."
And then she leaned over, with her graceful posture and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
I trust you...
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Dr. Hoskins slipped the envelope on the desk. A few strands of hair and a short note were frankly a waste of his time. They had no meaning to him. The only fact of it that worried him was that someone left it in front of the door of a laboratory that supposedly nobody knew existed.
Shrugging, he dropped the note to the desk also. It read;
You know what we want.
And that was it. No heading. No signature. Nothing.
It posed little importance to James Hoskins.
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"Well it's been fun Mr. Alloway" The annoying boy that sat beside throughout the entire flight hurried down the plane ramp.
Yassen grunted. It had not been 'fun'. If he wasn't an internationally known criminal, he would have pleaded his rights as a citizen and complained. At least his alias had passed without question though.
He stood up and walked down the steps of the plane. There was no line because there were few passengers to start with. A man walked aimlessly into him by accident. He grumbled a 'sorry' and glanced up at Yassen.
His eyes were dulled and un concentrated. If Yassen hadn't known better, he would have suspected the man was high on drugs or something of the similar interest. But of course Yassen knew better, and stared as the solemn man walked away. He seemed vaguely recognizable. Maybe Yassen was seeing the ghost of a target. Yes, it was a possibility, he mused.
"...What do you mean you've found a hidden machine?!"
Oh...
It was the boy that had sat next to him on the plane. And he was with an older boy. More of a young adult, really.
"Yes, I did. But you can't tell anyone. There's an old agent or something locked up inside..."
"Cool!"
"Yeah, I know, but keep this to yourself, okay?"
"Okay..."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Okay, let's go see a movie or something..."
And then they left. And Yassen watched them walk away. He felt a disturbing presence. As if a ghost from the past had been awakened.
But that was a foolish idea. Even for him.
Yassen too, walked away.
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"Get that away from me!"
"It won't hurt much."
"BACK OFF!!"
Alex squirmed and kicked his feet, which were still unbound. He knew two things. One, the soldier man had a knife in his hand, and two; Alex was tied down without any defenses.
"You said I would walk away without a scratch!" he angrily spat out.
"I said if there was cooperation. There is no reply, so I assume there is no cooperation thus far. They obviously didn't take my last message seriously. So now I will get serious."
Alex had no idea what he was talking about, which only added to his rimmed panic.
"What?!"
"I cut a sample of your hair off while you were out, to prove that we really have you."
Uh oh...this is not looking good...
Alex thought back to the last time someone tried to cut off one of his fingers. He cringed at the thought.
But that man did not push the knife toward his fingers. He untied one of Alex's hands and turned his palm over. Then he lightly cut a gash across the smooth skin and lifted up a handkerchief Alex had failed to notice before. Alex felt faint when the man wiped the cloth across his bloody hand. Then he released the grip and dropped the cloth in a plastic bag.
Well, thought Alex, I suppose it could have been worse...
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She was fine. The knife had missed any organs and vital veins. Crawford thankfully smiled as he left the hospital. He had been a hard job explaining why she had gotten the wounds in the first place, but a flash of his MI6 badge took care of his worries.
Huh.
An envelope was carefully placed in front of the door. As far as he could see there wasn't any address. It was probably a medical record that James had dropped.
So now he walked through the freshly cleaned office and looked for James. And, sure enough, he was sitting at his desk reading a heavy book on long term coma effects. Looking up from the desk, he waved him over.
"I think I can get the right equipment for his rehabilitation without trouble. I wish I could get my hands on the engineers who made that machine though. It's brilliant. Pure genius."
"I've been wondering about that too." And he placed the new envelope on Dr. Hoskins desk politely.
"I think you dropped this."
"No...that's not mine. But another one was left this morning." And James handed him the earlier, yellowed envelope. His face showed no worry.
Crawford slipped the contents out and felt his heart drop. He knew the fair, light hair.
When he opened the second envelope, Crawford felt sick. He didn't need a blood test to know the owner. He had suddenly thrust Alex into a dark game out f his own curiosity, and Alex was the one to pay.
At this moment, all of his thoughts of John were gone.
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John cracked open one eye, very slightly. Then it closed. He was awake. But he was so tired. The air felt heavy on his lips, and it was as if his heart was beating slower than he had ever experienced before. But,
--He was awake.
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A/N-Wow, that took all of my energy out. Let me know what you think. I 'finally' have a twist for the story :) So stay tuned!
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