AN: I can really not apologize enough. I have been so busy at school so I have not been able to write anything. I will try to update sooner, but i can not guaranty anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to Alex Rider, all rights go to their respective owners.

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Alex heaved a sigh as he walked home from school. It was really tiring, he thought as he looked over at the men following him. One thing was to have Yassen's men following him, but now it was starting to become ridiculous. MI6, Yassen, CIA, Some random dude, some random writer dude. Did they really think he was that oblivious? Every time he walked outside it was like a bloody parade behind him.

Then again, it was not really the following thing that was tiring, it was more the pretending and constant awareness. He wondered when Yassen would come. A week had passed since the Mr. Pants thing and he was still not sure if he was happy or afraid about the fact that Yassen was coming. He had felt himself wonder when he looked at the parade, why they where following him.

Tweedledee and tweedledum was obvious since Yassen had sent them, MI6 was following him for more than one reasons. One they wanted to see if Yassen attacked him, Two, they wanted to see if he actually was insane. CIA probably wanted something from him, but could not make contact as MI6 would notice. The random guy and the random writer dude were harder to figure out.

He thought it over some more before he shrugged and walked on. Why should he care? He sat back down on the swings and let a crazy smile adore his face. Recently he had found himself wondering whether or not he really was insane. Maybe it was just a matter of opinion, being insane certainly made life much more fun.

He made the swing, swing higher and higher and watched as his stalkers surrounded him. That in itself was not abnormal, they did it every day. But at the corner of his eyes he noticed that the random guy was coming closer out from the bushes and it looked like he was actually going to approach him.

He didn't stop swinging, but followed him with his eyes. He was a rather big bloke, with big muscles and a rather empty face. The man did not speak, just kept on walking towards him. Alex could hear the others moving restlessly in the shadows. . This was a break in the norm. When the man was so close that Alex could count the freckles on the man's nose. The man stopped and spoke for the first time.

"You are Alex rider." It was not formed as a question, but as a statement. "You are the reason my brother is dead. You should just have let him kill you, and then my brother would not have been killed because he failed Scorpia. You have to pay for that."

Alex just raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious? DO you hear what you are saying? Who the hell would just stand there if they know they are going to die. Sure my sanity is questioned, but even i am not that crazy, and when that is mentioned. How the heck was I supposed to know he was going to shoot me, and if i had know how was i supposed to know that if i stepped down from the sidewalk i was going to survive. I am not a bloody psychic. "He was breathing hard by the time his little rant was over.

The man was just standing there for a while before he decided that the boy had used to big words. He snapped into action and threw a punch. Alex who had figured it would happen easily sidestepped him. He giggled and rolled his eyes at the big man. He knew it probably made MI6 question his mind more, but didn't really care. He waited for the next punch, sidestepped it, grabbed the man's hand and twisted it over his shoulder, prepared for the weight and threw him into the swing set. The man who was too stupid to realize he didn't stand a chance so he got up again. Alex prepared for the man again, but just before he was going to move, he saw a glint of someone familiar in the forest. He lost focus and the man got a hit. Alex felt his mind fuzz up and he hit the ground. The moment he hit the ground he felt his head clear again, and he quickly rolled around and got to his feet. He worked completely on instincts now, as his mind had flown somewhere else.

The glint he had seen, could it really have been him? Surely he would not be stupid enough to show up here. He really wanted to believe that. That Yassen was smart enough not to show up in the same place as both MI6 and CIA. But at the same time, he knew that Yassen was not a normal man, and if anyone could show up in front of these people without getting caught it would be Yassen.

He felt his focus return, and jumped and flipped over Mr. Random dudes head and kicked him in the back. He landed on the ground grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. He followed him with the eyes and gasped when he saw where he landed. "Yassen" he mumbled and looked at the smirking man.

"Hello, little Alex. How are you?" Alex just stood there gaping. He had actually showed himself, and he was the one that was insane, really?

"Yassen G..." he had no idea of what to say, but decided to play along with the thoughts of the spies watching them. He met Yassens eyes and saw how they almost glowed with mirth.

How are you little Alex" Yassen asked again and moved towards him. Alex just stood there gaping and blinked. Had he been wrong? Was Yassen really that stupid? Or did he have a hidden motive. He tilted his head and just watched Yassen move towards him.

"I have been totally fine," he hummed and pouted. "They all think i am insane now though." He nodded to himself. "They are totally rude."

Yassen smiled and stepped closer again. Alex heard the spies move closer too. "I am really happy to hear that little Alex." He smiled gently at him and Alex was really freaked out.

"OMG" he shouted and stumbled back. "Are you here to suck my blood!" he threw his hands up to cover his neck. "Is that why you wanted to know?" His eyes where wide as he starred at Yassen. "It all fits, the creepy gentle smile, the coming out of the dark woods." They both heard thumps coming from the shadows as all the men following Alex hit their heads against something in exaggeration.

Yassen laughed a little. "Now why ever would i want to drink your blood little Alex." Alex just shrugged.

"How should I know, that's just what MI6 told me." The moment Alex said that both MI6 and CIA came out of the woods. The men from CIA looked weirdly at the MI6 ones.

"That was not what we said Alex." said the man who looked like the leader. The other men tried to sneak up and capture Yassen. Yassen of course saw them coming, but decided to let them have their way for now. When Yassen to every ones surprise, was caught, the leader looking man turned to Alex. "Please come along now Alex, Blunt wants to see you." He started to walk away, but stopped when he noticed that Alex was not following.

Alex huffed and crossed his arms. "Why should i want to follow, when i know you will just let CIA borrow me now that you think I am safe from Mr. Pants." The man Alex had started to call leader dude swore and tied him up. "Hey, are we bringing Mr. Random writer dude that's hiding in the woods?"

All men froze and found themselves facing an interesting dilemma. Was this just another one of Alex's crazy ramblings or was there really a man hiding in the woods. Yassen knew Alex was right but did not really care. He just stood there, now in chains, starring at Alex almost hungrily. The leader made a quick decision and sent a couple of men into the forest. They returned a few moments later dragging a swearing man behind them.

The man was screaming, swearing, calling out things like that his lawyer would here about it, how they had no rights, some really bad words and a lot of glaring. The spies just sighed and shook their heads. They really wanted to get out of this and get Yassen and Alex delivered before something else happened. They showed their three captives into the back of one of the cars and hurried away. Already a few feet away they started regretting putting Alex between Yassen and the mystery guy. And they started to wonder, how ever would their sanity survive?