A/N: Sorry I haven't updated so long! I was on vacation, and than I got sick, plus I tripped over my fan, tore the top of my foot and ended up twisting my ankle. Anyways, due to a new ban my parents have imposed saying that me and my brother will only get electronics on Saturday and Sunday, I will no longer be able to update regularly. The only way I have managed to write this is because I 'borrowed' my mother's computer for a few hours so I can update all my stories. I might be a bit late in saying this, but happy holidays and happy new year everyone, if you celebrate anything. I didn't really wish for anything for christmas, except that Alex Rider were real. :)
Disclaimer: No, it's not going to change. Alex Rider is always the brain child of Anthony Horowitz.
The moment before the knife plunged into his skin, Alex's brain went, this always happens to us! Why us?
Because we are all idiots who live of getting nearly killed everyday. Also, MI6. Alex said back.
There was a stabbing pain in his shoulder. Aah, the knife had made his mark. They hadn't even given him a sedative. If there wasn't cotton in his mouth, he would have opened his mouth and asked them what type of hospital performs surgery without a sedative.
Great. He was going delirious. While someone was trying to remove his organs or whatever, he was trying to get killed by asking questions with answers that he wasn't supposed to know. Like politics.
There was another sharp stinging pain. Alex knew better than to look down. Something wretched inside his skin. He wanted to yell. His eyes were watering and there was the sudden feeling of being horribly exposed. What if the person wanted to plunge the knife down into his heart? Alex couldn't even fight him, because he was tied down, and if he tried anything, it would take less than a second to plunge the knife into his heart.
There was momentary relief as the person put the knife down and opened a packet of something. Tissues? Alex highly doubted it.
He was proved correct when they pulled out something small and metallic. Carefully, he picked up a tweezer, picked up the metallic thing from the palm of his hand, and gingerly bought the tweezer close to Alex's shoulder.
Alex's eyes widened. He glanced down at his shoulder. There was a small cut there with a flap of skin moved aside to form a small cavity. He put two and two together as the person gently put the metallic thing into the cavity.
It was a curious feeling. The metallic thing was light. He would probably have never noticed it had it not been that the thing was impossibly cold. The person pushed the flap of skin down over it. There was a slight bulge, but the person pressed down. A sharp stab of pain. Than it was over.
The person stitched his shoulder up, than left the room. The person never once gave Alex a second look.
Alex was glad it was over, and also glad that he hadn't had any of his organs removed. Sure, he was stuck in this horrible room, but he considered himself lucky to be alive. Although what about that little metallic thing?
He had not been able to get a close look. A microchip? Possibly. But why would a hospital place a microchip inside a patient's body? Didn't they need some sort of special permission for that?
Alex's head hurt. Someone entered the room again, but his eyelids were too heavy to get a look at them. Soon, all he could see was the darkness of his eyelids.
A/N: So I'm going to be editing this story a bit. Give me some suggestions so I know which parts to edit. Remember, your contributions count!