DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alex Rider, because if I did I would get paid to write about him and it would not be classed as copyright.

- So this took longer then it should have to write. Basically the tab shut down and I had to start again. Enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, which is a lot. -

CUB: ALONE

The woman applied her basic training in order to mask her surprise, but to Alex it was obvious that the news shocked her. After all, they were holding the one they wanted hostage. There's got to be some kind of surprising element. "This makes it easier." The woman muttered. Alex bit back a sarcastic retort, the woman wouldn't hesitate to kill someone else in his class. He couldn't risk anyone else dying because of him. He wouldn't be able to live with that guilt. The woman nodded. Curiously, and sensing a presence behind him, Alex turned around. He had to duck quickly to avoid the man's blow that was aimed at a pressure point on his neck. If it had hit he would have been useless to anyone and everyone.

Maybe it was the fact he knew them all personally, even if they were rude to him, that gave Alex the protectiveness in which he used to try and stay conscious. Alex swore quietly as the man kept raining blow upon blow on him, he managed to block some of them - however a few landed on him. Evidently they were like lions and he was the prey. They were just toying with him. They didn't want to kill him just yet, that would take any fun out of it. However, Alex knew people slipped up when they were angry. So he needed to start pissing them off. It wasn't much of a plan but it was all he had. "Is that all you have?" Alex taunted. "I'm sure a 5 year old girl could do a better job." The man grunted, visibly becoming more and more blinded with rage as his attempts to hit the teenager became more and more sloppy.

Alex dodged a stray punch as he realised that the assassins were beginners. There was no variety to the hits. It was just fists. Plus someone who had been trained for a while would have realised that if a teenage boy had almost collapsed an entire criminal organisation it was wise to get rid of him while they could. Alex used his foot to hook the back of his legs and sent him sprawled onto the floor. Alex quickly squatted down, pressure pointing him until he laid unconscious. Alex stood up, turning around. It was obvious they were sent to fail. They didn't expect them to succeed. So why did they send them?

"Impressive." The woman said with a blank face. She rose her gun. Alex waited for the impact, but it never came. A loud bang echoed around the room for the second time. Realising he wasn't dead Alex looked around, seeing who was hit. It was Ryan Craft. He was the captain of the football team, having secured his place from Alex where he left constantly for missions. He was the 'pretty' boy of the school with brown hair and blue eyes. The shot was a direct hit to the forehead. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he fell to the ground.

The screams and crying of students was blocked out. A sense of numbness had spread amongst him. Alex lunged at the woman while she watched in glee at the devastation she had caused. He twisted the gun out of her grip and took a step back. He pressed the trigger.

Yet another gunshot.

Then silence.

The woman was dead. Alex walked to the window. As he watched a helicopter with a red Scorpion on the bottom rose in the sky. Alex turned to the camera the school had installed (one for every class room) so nothing like the Science labs blowing up happened again. He knew a few agents had watched it and when everything was going south, ordered the other agents out of the other classes. Alex tucked the gun into his waistband, walking out and patrolling down the corridors, peering into classrooms to see who was alive. It seemed for every class there was no deaths.

With a sigh Alex walked to the school's reception, gulping when he saw Mrs Bedfordshire and Mr Bray laying dead on the ground, faces twisted into shock.