It's My Life
Alex was running through the Amazon rainforest; the tree tendrils reaching out to grab him from their deep slumber. He avoided the venomous snakes and spiders that could smell his blood, sweat and fear. He could hear the shouts of men and the blast of machine guns from behind him. But the twenty-five year old put on an extra burst of speed keen to get out of the hell hole which was Raven Enterprises. He hoped that MI6 would send back up soon. He snorted at this thought; MI6 never sent back up on time. Well not for him, anyway. It was too late or nor at all for Alex. He heard the sounds of helicopters. Looking up he saw three large black monstrous machines. Each had the large golden head of Raven Enterprises.
Diving to the ground in a vain attempt of trying to avoid being detected but apparently they had some sort of sensor. Because next thing Alex felt was the thick feeling of a rope net that he knew from his training at SAS training camp. But in this case it wrapped around Alex. Then the helicopter returned to Raven Enterprises with Alex in its clutches. Before they had even landed Alex had two sets of hands on his arms, preventing him from escaping, again. He was led to a room where sat the leopard skinned man; the scientist. The Alex had been sent to investigate who had been interfering with the DNA of both humans and animals. So much so that he was nothing more than a freak hiding in the middle of the jungle.
For the next fifteen minutes he heard how the man previously called Doctor Charles Gold had started out as a disabled child. But in order to find a cure he had gone on to study genetics in Dundee. During this time he came in contact with a group called Raven's Research Society (RRS). Although a respectable student society on the surface underneath a darker heart beat. What they really did was experiment with the DNA of animals and humans. Gold was in his element and became increasingly obsessed with it. At first he kidnapped the innocent unwanted; orphans and the homeless. But as he got more and more obsessed he began to experiment on himself and his underlings. This led a young French woman, Vera Decie, to find MI6's headquarters and reveal what had been happening. She was frightened and had the claws of a wolf on both hands and feet (making shoe wearing impossible). She was brought in for questioning as MI6 couldn't understand how a woman ended up with claws.
When they found out what had been going on from underneath there very noises Alex was on the top of their list of agents to send in. Not only was he the top spy in the world but he was also a Doctor of Medicine having graduated from Cambridge with honors two years and a month ago. So Alex would understand the science and his status would make him an ideal candidate for being recruited as a member. Everything had gone very well for Alex, better than many of missions in fact. Until he was found hacking into the computer systems of Raven Enterprises; as Gold had changed RRS into and releasing the animals. Then he was brought to Gold's assistant who was about to shoot him when Alex's smoke bomb went off he escaped into the Amazon.
When Gold was finished talking about how he had healed paralysis and how he would get rid of the side effects. Alex had snorted at this – side effects? He was flung into a dark cell. Alex was more worried about this than normal because of the way the two local guards couldn't wait to get out of the cell. Alex was just picking the simple lock when he felt a blinding pain on his back. Feeling blood trickle down his back Alex twisted around. Looking behind him he was shocked at what he saw. Standing behind was a huge Bengali tiger (Alex could tell it by its markings). Running down its chin was trails of blood from Alex's back. Alex looked slightly sickened about how it was being kept. It was skinnier than any animal Alex had ever seen. He felt a surge of pity for the caged creature. But this didn't stop Alex from reaching out and snapping the beast's neck.
Alex returned to the lock. He was free, but he was not done. He needed to stop this sick practice. He remembered the oil cans that provided the fuel for the whole enterprise. Racing outside he used the small piece of explosive in his syringe flinging it into the oil drum. Alex then raced into the forest flinging himself to the forest floor just as heat exploded behind him. Alex picked himself off the ground to see the previous genetics centre burning up. Then another helicopter appeared with three white characters: M.I.6. Safe was the last thing Alex remembered thinking before succumbing to the pain of his back. He fainted.
The dark haired man leapt out picking up the wounded man lying on the floor. Placing the blonde on his front on the floor of the helicopter Ben watched as Snake gave hurried stitches bandaging the man up. They all knew that Alex had to get to a hospital soon. They flew across continents landing in Heathrow and getting the teenager to St. Dominic's where he was stitched in a snap. K-Unit and Ben were in there everyday or the week that Ale remained in the hospital. Mr. Crawley turned up on the day after or a full debriefing which Alex readily gave him. Mrs. Jones turned up after work on Alex's third day at the hospital. Not bothering to check how he was having already asked the doctor. Having been told of what Alex had done she shook her head at the young man.
'Honestly Alex I hope we're not going to go up in smoke with you around,' she smiled.
'I'm not that bad,' Alex pouted.
'At fourteen you blew up your school,' reminded Mrs. Jones.
'To stop a homicidal clone from putting a bullet in me,' shot Alex putting.
Mrs. Jones just laughed at the young man in the hospital bed. Alex was released the next week walking into his home in Chelsea he had inherited from Ian Rider. Turning on his answer machine he checked his messages. Tom was organizing a get together with himself and his colleagues and asked Alex to be there if he could make it. Alex looked at the time if he hurried he could be at a local restaurant in time. Turning the lights back off Alex hoped on his black motorbike; the quickest one to get to the other side of the town where Tom worked. Arriving at Nikita's Alex slipped off his motorbike. He didn't worry about it getting stolen; it was fingerprint sensitive meaning that only Alex could drive it. This was good considering the assortment of secret weapons and gadgets that the Harvey hid. Alex spotted his old school buddy as soon as he entered the bar. Alex saw that Tom had chose a seat on the balcony. Walking over to them Alex sat down close to the door but with the ability to see everyone coming into the restaurant and far enough away from the balcony not to be in a sniper's range.
'Hi,' smiled Alex.
'You're back' greeted Tom looking like Christmas had come early.
'Yup,' agreed Alex, giving Tom a later look.
Looking at the table where there were already five women, three men, and Tom. There was the white blonde haired woman a few years younger than Tom and Alex; Sara Kiss who Tom was currently dating. She was one of the three physics teachers; the only female teacher in the physics lot. She was sitting hand in hand with Tom sipping a lime cocktail (which Alex knew from the last time he'd gone out with the teachers was her favourite drink). Next to her were the other two physics teachers; Jono Samuels a red haired Scotsman who was drinking a large whiskey and anyone could tell he was no novice. The other was balding Kyle Green a deeply tanned, dark eyed and haired man with a rich South African accent reflecting the country he had lived until he was twelve and moved to England for his mother's job (Alex got this from the background check he ran on all Tom's friend – not that Tom knew this). He was sipping a glass of Vodka. There was a new teacher that Alex knew was Chemistry and Tom had been looking for a replacement to the old teacher who'd retired last year. Alex planned to give her a background check when he popped out to the toilet; he always did this when he met Tom's friends. The newbie was drinking a glass of champagne. Opposite her was the other Chemistry teacher a silver haired older man with a rich, upper class English accent, Michael Spencer. The three Biology teachers sat beside Alex. There was old Holly Spencer (Michael's wife of twenty-five years) who had a broad cockney accent; a complete contrast to Michael's posh. Her kind blue eyes and scruffy grey hair hanging down over her violet dress that she always wore for get togethers, drinking a can of beer. Beside her was a woman in her thirties with mahogany hair and eyes of the deepest brown; Rachel Adams drinking cherry red wine. And beside her was the twenty-six year old, Lily-Rose Gardiner, who Alex knew had a crush on him. She had tried to get him under the mistletoe last Christmas. But Alex wasn't interested; he hadn't dated since Sofia. Though they hadn't met since she left for Scotland and hadn't even spoken since he left for university Alex still loved her and wouldn't betray her memory. Although he could appreciate Lily-Rose's beauty; all curves and red hair with sparkling gems of ice for eyes drinking a blue drink.
'Hi,' smiled Alex at the new Chemistry teacher; young Alex thought she must be just out of university. But he could see the intelligence in those hazel eyes surrounded by thick glasses which the odd curl from her dark hair fell on.
'Hi,' she smiled back, warily taking in his hard eyes and physical appearance.
'This is Alex,' explained Tom, 'we went to school together I invited him.'
'Oh,' said the girl blushing, 'well I'm Hannah Owens.'
'Rider,' said Alex and two shook hands.
'What do you do anyway?' asked Hannah taking in his muscles.
'I'm a doctor for the government,' shrugged Alex telling half the truth.
'Oh what do you do?' she asked, 'my father worked in accounts.
'Save lives,' explained Alex knowing that she would think he worked for charity.
'Cool,' said Hannah looking at the young man in respect giving up his time to help those in need.
She looked like she wanted to continue questioning Alex but Tom began talking about how her first week of school had gone. Tom and Alex had a conversation on what their friends were currently doing. Tom informed Alex that Hattie and James were tying the knot next Easter; Alex hadn't been home long enough to check his mail but was sure he would have an invite when he got back home. Alex noticed Sara giving Ale very pointed looks and Alex had to bite down a smirk knowing exactly why the young blonde woman was giving Tom this look. Tom it seemed didn't because he asked Sara whether she needed help with her soup. The glare Sara gave her boyfriend was reminiscent of the look Alex had worn before blowing up Raven Enterprises. Unsurprisingly Tom skirted towards Alex looking completely out of his depth. Alex, who was used to hiding his emotions from his enemies, was easily able to hide his emotions. The other seven teachers had no such skills so couldn't help but let out a series of snorts. Several of the other dinners in the restaurant turned to look at the group of teachers and the young spy, wondering who'd let loose the heard of pigs.
'What?' asked an oblivious Tom causing much hilarity amongst his colleagues.
Alex just shook his head at his completely hapless friend. The starter came breaking up the uncomfortable conversation. Alex sipped his tomato and lentil soup glad of the change from hospital cooking. Alex then went to the bathroom where he ran a background check on Hannah Jane Owens. When she came up all clear he returned to the table with the teachers.
'Just in time for you taglitella, my boy,' smiled Michael in a very Smithers like way.
Michael then gave Alex a heart slap o his back. Alex hissed as the old Chemistry teacher aggravated the wounds that the Bengali tiger had left Alex. Tom noticed and gave Alex a sharp look and Alex shrugged, trying to throw them off the nature of his wounds. Not working where Tom was concerned, of course. The rest of the teachers looked between the two Brookland alumni worried about the blonde.
'Are you okay?' asked Lily-Rose.
Lily-Rose was genuinley worried about the young man she fancied but he just shook his head in an unconcerned way, easing all the teachers nerves. Everyone but Tom turned back to their Italians but Tom whispered in Alex's ears.
'We're talking about this late,' he hissed.
Alex muttered back, 'tonight come home we'll talk then.'
Alex went back to his meal as if nothing had been said. But no one could ignore the looks that Tom kept throwing Alex. Alex found this really annoying; they'd all find out in no time that Alex wasn't who he said he was if Tom kept this up. So Alex kicked Tom softly under the table. Tom got the message and nothing happened for the rest of the meal and they all went their separate ways; Tom and Alex leaving for Alex's.