So, I've decided to write another Fanfic, this time on a favorite book series of mine, the Alex Rider series. And of course, my all-time favorite character, Yassen.
Basically Yassen is a live, he survived the bullet, blah, blah, blah. There are plenty of stories like that out there, but this is way different than any of them.
This is after Scorpia Rising, so if you haven't read that book, you better not read this story until you do because there are MAJOR SPOILERS!
Anyway, Alex has been living with the Pleasures for 6 months, he's over Jack's death (see? Told you there'd be spoilers!) and he's being hunted by Scorpia. I know, I know, Scorpia split up and a bunch of its members were arrested, but some of them are still lurking around out there, and they're out to kidnap and kill Alex. Enjoy! Oh, and I will be switching between Yassen and Alex's POV for each chapter.
Sorry I jump right into the story, I don't like introductions too much, so that's why I write it all out here. Also sorry about the title I didn't know what else to call it.
Oh, by the way, Yassen's hair is red, like in the movie, because I like his hair red rather than blond so…yeah. All right, enough talking. Here's the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider, Yassen, or Mrs. Jones (although I wish I owned Yassen because he's the love of my life!).
I'm really sorry guys! The chapter I posted earlier was the wrong one, so I had to repost it! Really sorry! Enjoy the actual story!
Hey, for all you people who like this story and are following it, there is now a sequel. It is called Pythia if anyone wants to look it up. There might also be a third book, which I have already titled, but I'm not giving that title away right now. Thanks for reading my stories!
Chapter 1- Liverpool Street
I walk down Liverpool Street, toward the Royal & General Bank. I can't believe I'm back, only 6 months after I left for America. This is all so familiar; the bank, the street, the city, and most of all, the resentment toward MI6 for screwing up my life.
The first person I see is Mrs. Jones, the new director of MI6.
"Alex, so good to see you. How are you? How do you like America?" she greets me.
"I'm all right. I like America," I reply curtly. I don't feel like talking to her.
"Look, I'm sorry we had to do this, but Scorpia is still a big concern for us. You're in danger," she sighs, leading me to the elevator and to her office.
"I just wish they would leave me alone. What's the point? I'm not dangerous to them anymore, so why keep hunting me?" I exclaim, exasperated with this whole thing.
MI6 got an alert last week that Scorpia is hunting for me. They called the Pleasures immediately, and they got me on a plane so I could be safe.
"Alex, you know it's more than that. This isn't just about you, it's about revenge," she explains.
"So what am I going to do? What are you going to do, for that matter?" I ask.
"Well, while we find the members of Scorpia who are hinting you, you will have to live under constant watch, unfortunately. We believe if they capture you, they will try to leak the information that you use to work for us. They will most certainly kill you.
"You will be living with me for the time being. You will go to an online school. You'll be perfectly safe,"
"Yeah, and I'll also have people watching my every move," I mutter.
"You know there's no other choice," she points out. I sigh and nod my head. I do know. I just wish there were some way I could stay in America, with Sabina. It looks like that won't be happening, though. I miss her already, and I've only been here for an hour.
A few days later…
I bike down the street, enjoying the feeling of wind rushing through my hair. Agent Todd, a young 21 year old, rides next to me. He's the one they assigned to be my bodyguard. I have to admit, he's pretty cool. He basically lets me do anything I want, and he lets me buy whatever I want as well. I think maybe he feels bad that he has to watch me like this, so he's trying to act like a big brother instead of a bodyguard.
We stop at an ice cream store, where we buy ice cream. Then we walk over a short ways to a small park, where we sit on a bench and eat the ice cream.
I watch some boys skateboard around the street, laughing and joking with each other. I watch a little boy flying a kite with his dad. Suddenly, some instinct tells me I'm being watched. I glance around, and I see a man. Yes, he's staring at me. I recognize him instantly. It can't be…that's not possible. He's supposed to be dead!
The man I'm looking at is skinny; he has the body and grace of a dancer. He has ice blue eyes and red hair.
Yes, now I'm certain he's who I think he is. I don't know how, but somehow it's him.
The man who's watching me is Yassen Gregorovich.
That's the end of the first chapter! Thanks for reading! Remember to R&R! I don't care if you give a bad review; it helps me with my writing. Any suggestions about the story are also appreciated and welcome.