History class began slowly. The new teacher was late, the girls were all chatting about some boys and some boys thought it would be funny to slam my face into my desk a couple times. MI6 had told me not to start fights no matter what so I couldn't defend myself.

"Alright class, sit down." The new teacher said. I looked up and was shocked to see a man with black hair in a ponytail and wrinkles on his face standing in front of the class.

"You will address me as Mr. Smith and nothing else. You will stay seated and quiet unless called upon the whole period. Any objections? No? Good." He said. "Roll call," he began calling off peoples' names.

"Alex…Rider." He said his head snapping up and scanning the room.

"Present." I said. His eyes shot to me and he sighed, continuing. When his eyes met mine I thought they looked familiar. They were a cold blue. Mr. Smith was Yassen.

He had us read a chapter and sat at his desk. I got up to sharpen my pencil and when I returned to my seat to sit down a boy pulled it out from under me causing me to fall to the ground. Yassen was standing over me in two seconds.

"Detention." He said to the boy who'd pulled it away.

"What? It's not my fault he's to dumb to remember where his chair was." The boy scoffed. Yassen gave him a glare.

"De-ten-tion." He pronounced each syllable. He went back to his desk, filled out a detention slip and handed it to the boy. I was now sitting down and finishing the review at the end of the chapter quickly. Around the middle of class I finished and closed my book. Getting up I walked out of the room and stopped in the hall. As I thought, Yassen followed.

"What's your excuse for leaving without permission Mr. Rider?" he asked angrily.

"Drop it Yassen." I said. He glared but seemed to relax slightly.

"How?" he asked.

"Your eyes. That's what gave it away the most." I said standing on my tippy toes and poking his forehead a couple times. It was a dangerous move to do that to the Yassen, the killer assassin, but I still did.

"Don't touch me." He said.

"Still so tense. Why are you here?" I asked.

"Mr. Brown the science teacher. I was sent to kill him for his repeated rapes and assaults." He said. I froze. Mr. Brown. He was one reason why I don't bother fighting with anyone also. He rapes every person in his class I just so happened to be one of those people and also one of his favorites. He has me at least once a week.

"Alex. Alex. " Yassen called my name shaking me.

"What? Sorry um right you're here to kill Mr. Brown. Um, do me a favor and try to do it by the end of this week please." I said almost pathetically.

"Why?" Yassen asked. I shook my head silently.

"Alex, you have to tell me why." Yassen growled.

"How many people do you think he's raped?" I asked.

"Probably every...student…in this...school."Yassen said and looked at me.

"Exactly." I nodded. Yassen stiffened and glared.

"And you haven't told MI6? They aren't doing anything about it?" he asked.

"They don't care at all. I'm just a weapon, as long as I'm still breathing hey couldn't care less. They've also told me not to start any fights or draw any unnecessary attention to myself." I said hitting the toe of my shoe against the ground and looking down.

"Just start saying no to them Alex." Yassen said placing a hand on my head. "I'll see what I can do for you Alex." He whispered in my ear, walking back into the class room. I smiled slightly and stood there until the bell was about to ring and waked back in the room, grabbed my stuff and waited for the bell to ring.

When it did I stood slowly.

"Hey Fag." The boy who'd pulled my chair out from under me called. Yassen watched quietly.

"What do you want?" I asked still walking. When we were in the hall the boy pushed me against the wall and punched me in the gut. I coughed and heaved for air.

"You got me a detention." The boy said throwing another punch at my eye. He pulled me into the bathroom and beat me up to where I couldn't even move. I passed out after thirty minutes. I had to guess it was near the end of the day when I heard the door open.

"Ohhh lucky me." I heard Mr. Brown say. I whimpered softly, still unable to move as he croutched next to me and turned me onto my stomach with my ass in the air. He pulled my pants and boxers down in one motion and thrust into me with another motion. I couldn't even scream in pain as I felt blood trickle down my thigh. I closed my eyes hoping it would end soon and it did. So I was left there, my body bruised and bleeding, my pants around my knees, tears flowing down my face.

I heard the door open once more, my back was facing it since I had fallen to my side. I heard footsteps come to me and someone put there hand on my shoulder.

"No." I cried trying to get away from the hand.

"Alex. It's me. Yassen." He said softly. I whimpered in pain.

"Who did this Alex?" he asked.

"It-It was the boy who got detention and Mr. Brown. The boy beat me up and Mr. Brown well…" I trailed off. Yassen nodded in understanding. He pulled my pants up carefully and picked me up in his arms. He carried me to his car and put me in the back seat, lying me down and closing the door. He drove for a while and I passed out on the ride.

When I woke up I was being carried into a pent house and Yassen was the one carrying me. Surprisingly his body was warm and comforting. I leaned against it more inhaling his scent of old spice.

"I'm going to have you take a bath." He said walking to the bathroom. He set me down carefully and I swayed on my feet, trying to take a step forward and succeeding in falling. Yassen caught me before I hit the ground.

"I don't think I can." I said in a small voice.

"Do you trust me?" he asked. I thought for a moment before giving a small nod.

He sat me on the toilet and took off my shirt revealing old and new bruises. He unbuttoned my pants and lifted me so I was supported against his shoulder as he pulled of my pants and boxers, setting me back on the toilet and moving to the meter deep bath tub. It took almost twenty minutes for it to fill up and then he lifted me into it on a seat connected to the edge. He scrubbed all the blood of with a wash rag and drained the water. After leaving for some clothes he helped me out and dressed me in a pair of his boxers and sweat pants and a black shirt. He carried me to his room and lied me on his bed.

"Goodnight." He said. He turned to leave but I grabbed his arm.

"Where will you sleep?" I asked.

"Couch. First I need to get this stuff off my face." He said. I dropped my hand heavily and pouted. I didn't like the idea of him giving up his bed for me but didn't ponder it for long because I drifted to sleep.

MIDDLE OF NIGHT

I awoke in a cold sweat. I was panting, nightmares still haunting my consciousness. I moved slowly, padding down the hall with pain in my lower back and supported myself with a hand on the wall. I couldn't have gone back to sleep if I wanted to, not wanting to go back to those vivid dreams. I got to the living room and sat in one of the chairs. Yassen was asleep on the couch. One leg on the armrest the other on the ground, lying on his back with and arm thrown over his eyes. I sat there, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.

I fell asleep in the chair that night with no nightmares.

Yassen pov

I woke up to find Alex asleep in the chair across from me. He was curled up in a ball and looked peaceful.

I got up and went to call in sick then started making breakfast. I was finishing the omelets when I felt Alex come in to the room. I stiffened slightly and heard him sniff the air.

"It smells good." He said quietly. I turned off the stove and took both plates to the table with two forks.

"Here." I said setting his down and taking the furthest chair from him. I didn't like being near people. He sat down and ate quietly and slowly while I ate quickly.

I was reading the file on Alex's science teacher when I finished. 163 accounts of rape and 56 assault charges. His brother was a layer and a damn good one at that if he'd kept Mr. Brown from going to jail. I slammed the paper down and ignored when Alex jumped then wince in pain as I rubbed my eyes.

"When you done just put your dishes in the sink and I'll drive you to your place so you can pick up some clothes. I'm not letting you out of my sight considering teachers have access to their students address. You'll be staying here." I said grabbing the papers again and walking to the living room.

"Kay." He said so quietly I almost didn't hear him. I sat there for five minutes before going into the bathroom and taking a shower.