First fan fiction, first chapter! So, since I'm new here, I'm going to need all the feedback I can get, so PLEASE REVEIW! constructive criticism is encouraged. And a girl's gotta love the compliments.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider. That would be Anthony Horowitz.

Chapter One

A group of individuals were gathered in a warehouse in the industrial district of China, wearing masks to prevent the polluted fumes from poisoning them. This group, with ranging cultures, backgrounds, and criminal records, were the leaders of the once-most-powerful terror organization on the globe, Scorpia. Yet, in a matter of a few months, they had been thwarted three times and reduced to nearly nothing by a MI6 spy. And the most ridiculous, appalling, and unbelievable fact was that this spy, Alex Rider, destroyed Scorpia at the age of fourteen.

"We've hit rock bottom, no doubt about it." A woman with a pinched face and pointed nose grumbled, her voice muffled by the mask. "it's a miracle that we were able to initiate this meeting without the authorities catching wind of it."

"Let us not complain, let us take action." Hummed an old- yet fit in every aspect- man who seemed to be the only one unfazed by Scorpia's current status. The rest of the group inwardly rolled their eyes at the philosophic statement.

"And how do we plan on doing that?" The woman argued, leaning forward in her chair. Her demeanor seemed to almost challenge the old man to prove her wrong, it dared him to surprise her, which he happily obliged.

"We need to get rid of the spy that ruined us six ways to Sunday. We need to destroy Alex Rider." He waited for the onslaught that he knew would follow his proposal.

"We've already tried to kill him- multiple times- and it never worked. All we're doing is wasting precious income!" A man shouted from the opposite end of the round table. He was hot-tempered and young, with a trace of an iraqi accent on his lips.

"Now, I never said we should kill him." The old man spoke, waiting for the full attention of the remaining Scorpia members. "I said we should destroy him- ruin every chance he has at normalcy, every sliver of happiness and love- and replace it with the fear and paranoia of a constant threat. We need to plant a seed of terror in the boy's heart and watch it grow. If we can't kill him, we'll make his existence a living Hell. Soon enough, he will be on his knees at our doorstep, waiting for us to mercifully deliver a bullet into his heart and stop the madness."

"And how do we plan on doing that?" The woman repeated her first question, but now it had hints of curiosity and interest. The speech had certainly lifted her spirits. The man took a deep breath, soaking up every drop of tension and suspense he had created in the atmosphere of the warehouse. He certainly had a soft spot for theatrics.

"We still have Horseman."

"Hurry up, you dork, or we're going to be late!" Sabina called as she threw a pair of socks at Alex. He caught them, and tried pulling them on while simultaneously eating his breakfast. "You think you'd have learned your lesson about sleeping in from last time."

"We could always tell them your car broke down. Or the house caught fire. Or a whole bunch of terrorists-"

Sabina cut him off. "How did you ever survive as a spy? You're lies stink!"

Alex couldn't help but smile at the jab. He had been living with the Pleasures in San Fransisco for nearly three months, his life with MI6 so far behind him that he was able to crack jokes about it. It was truly over. He still remembered the day he stepped out of the airport with Mr. Pleasure, and immediately being greeted with Sabina's tan arms squeezing him until he couldn't breathe.

Sabina was his anchor, helping him through Jack's death, the big move, and coping with memories of his past. The cold, hard look in his eyes had nearly vanished, but still lingered, like a ghost of what he used to be. He used to have flashbacks of his missions, filling him with fear and panic until he couldn't move. But none of that mattered to Sabina. She stood by his side through it all. He didn't know what he would have done without her, and he was grateful for her every single day.

"I've already packed your bag for you, let's move!" Sabina ordered, snapping him out of his reverie. They raced out the door and slid into Sabina's volvo, and sped off in the direction of Ashton High School.

Alex plopped down in his seat next to Sabina in his first period class, maths. Math, he had to remind himself.

"Mr. Rider, Mrs. Pleasure? late again?" The teacher tsked. Mrs. Monroe was a gentle woman. Her fair hair always pulled into a bun, where she would absent-mindedly stick a pencil or two in throughout the day.

"Sorry, Ma'am." The teens replied in unison.

"Yes, well, I suppose I'll let it slide this time." She shrugged, turing the projector on to show the lesson on the board. "Now, as I was saying. If a right triangle has the angle measures 30-60-90, the relationship-

She was cut off with a large burst of static coming from the computer. The whole class jumped, and shifted their attention towards the teacher's desk . The static abruptly ceased, as quick as it had started, but the image on the screen was replaced with a symbol that Alex knew all too well. It was a Scorpion.

Sabina whipped her head towards Alex. She had been told enough to know what that symbol meant. She tried gauging his response, but he was staring ahead- frozen- his hands gripping the edge of his desk. "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen." A cold, hard, voice hummed from the computer. The Scorpia symbol was replaced with the sound waves of the speaker's voice, sharp green lines rising and falling against the black background.

"This video is currently playing on every computer in the world." A smile could be heard behind the voice, as if proud of the accomplishment. I was very impressive, to be able to wire every computer to play what you wished. "I am here to talk about someone. You may know him, you may not. But either way, you will be interested in what I have to say."

The image changed to reveal a picture of a boy. He had blonde, shaggy hair, serious, cold, brown eyes, and he was shouldering a sniper rifle. That boy was Alex Rider.

A collective gasp echoed through the room, and everyone turned to look at the boy in the picture. Alex continued to stare at the screen his knuckles white from the intense clutch he maintained.

"I'm sure you all remember the attempt on the the American Secretary of State's life in Cairo. This boy, Alex John Rider, is the culprit." Alex's classmates eyes widened, and he visibly blanched. Yet he continued to stare, motionless.

"Now, this may shock you further. This boy, only fifteen years of age, works for England's MI6." Alex ground his teeth as his classmates got even more taken aback, if that was even possible. "He was sent to assassinate the American, as she was about to make an anti-British speech. He almost got away with it, but was thwarted by a CIA agent. He promptly killed the agent and fled."

The image changed to a security video of Alex running from the room above the stage, jumping over the body of the fallen agent. The video froze to show Alex's enraged and sinister expression. In reality, the boy on the video was Julius Grief, but the betrayed students of Alex's math class didn't know that.

"Rider has worked for MI6 in the past on eight different missions. During these he committed unspeakable acts, such as hijacking and crashing Air Force One, nearly activating America's nuclear missiles and sending them to various countries across the globe." The screen showed the duo hopping out of the president's plane after it dived into the runway.

Now the outrage in the room was aimed at both Alex and Sabina. Shock and betrayal could be seen in every single teen's face. Even Ms. Monroe seemed disgusted. Sabina wasn't as silent and still as Alex had been. She stood up and turned around, addressing the class.

"This is bullshit!" She shouted, pointing behind her to the video, which now showed clips of Alex firing at human-shaped targets in Malagasto, hitting square on the chest for every shot.

"For a while, he even worked for a terrorist organization, and nearly killed the deputy head of MI6." The voice narrated.

"Alex would never do any of this! This guy- he's making it look like something it's not!" Sabina continued to protest, flustered and enraged. Alex was snapped out of his frozen state by Sabina's outcry.

"She's right." He confirmed, rising and standing next to Sabina. "I did work for MI6, but I never did any of that. The people who orchestrated this video are terrorists who've had it out for me for a while. This must be their idea of revenge." He could tell form the locks on everyone's faces that no one was believing the truth.

Alex's muscles were locked, and he was visibly stressed. He could normally keep a cool head during dangerous situations, but he had never dealt with something like this. Everyone- not just his class, the whole world- knew his secret. And it was too late for damage control.

Alex could practically see the repercussions in front of him- Alex and Sabina in jail, everyone thinking the worst of them, America and Britain becoming hostile towards each other, British citizens losing trust in their government for employing a teenager… the list went on the more he thought about it.

"We are currently in the dark about Alex Rider's whereabouts. If you know where he is hiding, call the police immediately."

There was only one option to at least avoid a life in jail- and maybe help solve the other problems- but it was unthinkable. Alex dropped it and tried to come up with another.

"He is a highly dangerous individual- do not underestimate him."

But as he went through and discarded plan after plan, his mind kept going back to his first, ludicrous idea.

It was bad, but better then anything else he could think of.

"He has killed before and will do it again- mercilessly."

Alex had no choice but to run.

To become a fugitive.

Yeah, that wasn't that long, but hey, we're just getting started. Remember- every time a reader reviews, a writer gets their wings. Just kidding. But it would make me feel very happy inside.