Chapter 4:
I don't own Alex Rider
Sorry for the long wait but first I lost the whole story so far including the start that I had on chapter 4. Then I had exams and work experience as well as Highers that I am currently doing.
Alex groaned as he weakly pushed himself up from the floor. He gave a small gasp as the wounds opened up further. Propping himself up against the wall, he scrutinised his surroundings with half closed eyes. He was still in the same room but the weapons had been removed. The blood seemed to stop after pooling in a small puddle at his feet. The young spy regarded it in disgust. He hurriedly glanced up as he heard the door bang open.
"So Alex, how do you like your accommodation?" Connor asked cheerfully as he strolled into the room. Alex glanced around the room again before making a show of scrunching up his nose to show his repulsion.
"Well, I don't know much about your sense of decoration but you should really hire an interior designer. Also, you should really fire your cleaner," Alex remarked snidely.
Another two men walked into the room and grabbed Alex pushing him up against the wall. Alex pushed them away. Spinning on the spot, he thrust his right arm up and hit the man full force underneath his chin. The man fell against the wall dazed. The other attacked without hesitation. Alex ducked to the side barely avoiding a punch to the face. He swept his arm to the side blocking the man's jab to his chest. Alex pushed off with his left foot and kicked him in the groin with the top of his foot. The man fell to the ground curling up, eyes bulging in an almost comical way. The second man curled into a ball whimpering. The first man pulled himself up and thrust his hand into an alarm next to the door. Ringing echoed through the room before more men burst into the room. The men quickly surrounded Alex, all pointing their weapons at him. He froze before slowly raising his hands in a classic 'I surrender' gesture.
Connor stood at the side watching with curiosity. Alex stood immobile as two of the guards walked forward and grabbed his arms roughly pushing him to his knees. Alex gave a gasp as his wounds were stretched. Connor walked forward and stood directly in front of him. The young spy's hair was seized by Connor and he was forced to look up at him.
"You know, Rider, it's a shame you decided to betray Scorpia because you would have made a great assassin but don't worry you can still be useful to us," Connor sneered.
Alex had a black, bag shoved over his head as he was pulled to his feet again. A man prodded him in the back. Alex stumbled forward trying to regain his footing.
His arms were seized behind his back and he felt the cold, unforgiving metal of handcuffs being put on his wrists and click closed. He was pushed from the room and he heard the door slam closed behind him. The warm air from the hall irritated his wounds and he could feel the blood congealing as he walked.
It was a short walk before he was led down a bunch of stairs. The men let go him and he tripped falling down the last few stairs and landing hard on his chest. A loud cry escaped him as his wounds impacted with the ground.
He was picked up and thrown into a room at the side of the hallway. The bag was ripped off his head as the door slammed shut leaving him cold, hurt and alone.
"I beat Scorpia once. I can do it again," Alex said trying to encourage himself. The words echoed back at him from the walls. Even he could hear the doubt in his voice.