3SECRETS
*Blunt wasn't fired in this one-shot...
Alex POV
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
I looked out of the window. Rain splashed down, sliding down the glass panels of the window. Clouds were grey, so grey…I supposed that's the colour of Blunt's life. And it's becoming mine too. My life felt so…grey.
A plane was sent to retrieve me from my latest assignment.
Yes, an assignment.
The name's Rider, Alex Rider.
Maybe I shouldn't quote James Bond. But anyway, I'm Alex. I'm 17 years old.
I spent one year in America with Sabina. But that was well in the past.
I'm back in Britain. (Of course, I can't live in America forever!)Life in America was better than I asked for. I had everything I need as a normal teenage boy—friends, football, a girlfriend, a family… I didn't need to worry about anything. But I knew that one day I had to give this life up. It's a kind of life that doesn't belong to me.
Sucks to know that. Sabina slapped me after I told her I'm going back to Britain. Ow.
My official guardians are MI6. I don't have a choice.
Why didn't I stay in America?
I miss being in Britain. Well, duh, I'm a patriot. Well, maybe I was forced to be one. To be a spy for me country at the age of fourteen, patriotic much, you think?
So I made a deal with Blunt. I get to live in Chelsea, Ian's house, and I work for him. And I wanted a paycheck. Good to be back though. But it's more than lonely here. The feeling is beyond thought. No friends, no family…I wonder how many people still kept me as a friend in their Facebook…
Technically I'm still under the control of MI6. That it, till next year, when I reach 18. I'll fight for my freedom till the end. There's nothing to lose. Not now. Not anymore.
Okay, can we forget about random introductions already? I'll move on.
After my last assignment at the North Pole (it's so cold. But no, I didn't see Santa, I think he lives in Finland), which includes some bomber penguins and extremely large ice bergs with homing missiles(I think they were man made anyway), I got sent back to Britain with a frost bite on a finger. I didn't have a choice. That madman tortured me. I was standing near-stark naked an icy castle below 20 degrees Celsius! Wasn't nice, I swear. I'll never crunch on ice the same way ever again…
But I didn't lose my fingers, thank god.
So that's how I wound up in St. Dominic's Hospital. Again. To be treated for hypothermia, frostbite, and a lot of other terms that I didn't bother to remember. I mean, I'm a spy. My memory capacity isn't all that large, and they were preferably used to store important information for my bosses.
Life gets a bit boring as a spy, don't you think?
I get home, rest, called by MI6, sent to some country, get some suicidal adventures, finish the mission or die, go back to Britain, go to St. Dominic's, get well, get home, rest…
You get the pattern…
Yup, so pardon me now, I'll stuff my earpiece in…and sleep…
…I need another story…something to get off my chest…
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Pretty true, innit? My life is kinda boring. Wait, scratch that, it'd downright boring.
What do you know about it? Being a spy. I get out there to some country, destroy the evil mad man's plot, occasionally, plots, and wreck everything before finding out that I'm are on the brink of death. After all that being unconscious and such, I wake up to find myself still alive. Amazing, right? Before I know it, *bam*, I'm back in school, and give a random medical certificate saying that I'm sick for whatever reasons, and you know, looking back at all those MC I given the teacher, I'm lucky to survive through so many illnesses. One day I should really get an MC stating that I'm allergic to the Military Intelligence, especially sector 6. And every time I get too close to a certain Mrs Jones, I sneeze and break into hives, and have reactions so bad I wind up into the hospital after every meeting. I wonder which is more boring, really…a normal teenager life, or a spy's life? Well, I suppose the part on going back to school doesn't exist now. I quitted school, officially, and work for MI6 full time. Occasionally I drop by the gym, see a friend who calls me a druggy, and show off all my scars. Dude, I probably don't even look seventeen.
Damn the OSA then, I can't confess anything. Need something I can confess? Yeah, pretty much. No, I'm currently single. But that ain't gonna be the topic. I'm not ready to go through another relationship. I left Sabina on my accord, what do you expect? Yeah, she's beautiful, and the type of girl I want, although she's older, she's pretty and brave. What more do I want? Oh, and she knows about my involvement with MI6. I'm definitely straight, so I won't say I had hit on Tom or any random guy, so that's it, I have nothing, or rather, can't, confess anything. *sulks*
How am I to switch girlfriends frequently? I can't, obviously. Probably when they ask questions about my injuries and such, I have to tell them about me being a spy. Soon, the whole world will probably know about British's secret weapon. A human. A teenager. I suppose my dad was lucky to get a girl like my mum. But look, Ian knew no girls. Life as a spy is like this…you only know the spies, and you are cut off from the outside world. The norm, I mean. Not the insane and the cruel.
'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Truth? You want truth? Hey dude, I can't say anything. I would have my mouth taped shut and whisked away to another mission before I can tell anyone I work for MI6.
At least I get a car and a gun for my work.
But I don't like the bad guys who come chasing bright and early in the morning. Gotta run!
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink,
No I've been on the brink, so
Brink? I heard you say brink? I'm standing on the edge of the subway platform now. Do I look like I'm gonna fall? Do I look like I'm on the bri—whoa~
Sorry, train just went past.
I think I'm more likely to be on the brink of death, most of the time.
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
What do you want to hear? What do I want to hear? Hmm…I want to hear that it's all a dream. I want to hear that my parents were never involved in the espionage, and they never died. I want to hear that I back at school, normal and all, just a schoolboy who's waiting for the bell to ring and get out of class. I want to hear that I can play football with the guys, tease Tom endlessly, get a girlfriend and kiss her. I want to be able to love someone. And more importantly, I want to be love. I want to feel human. That's what I want.
Damn they were insincere. NEXT!
If that was true, MI6 will already be dead. Blunt would have been fired. Now, it's the other way round. If I give all my secrets away, I'll be dead the next day. Secret weapon or not. That's the cruel truth.
This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
My God
Amazing that we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
If I didn't care about everything falling perfectly in place, I would have given my secret away. Heh, too bad, I'm a perfectionist. I do everything well. Like blowing up every madman's compound I can. Accidentally.
I miss my dad. I miss my mum. If what the song was saying was true, they'll be stars. Driving limousines. Oh yeah!
And every day I see the news, all the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises, just write it into an album
Seen it straight to go
I don't really like my flow, no, so
You know what, the problems were probably solved by me! HA~! So all the problems that I can solve…what kind of problems can we really solve?
My God, it's amazing how we got this far…without getting killed, really. People always say, "Go with the flow" or in Chinese "船到桥头自然直". (Yes I can speak Chinese, problem?) But I don't like the flow. I don't like THIS flow.
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'mma tell you everything
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away
All my secrets away
All my secrets away
Can I really give them away…? It's equivalent to giving my life away. There was nothing left. I had no parents, no relatives, no siblings, no friends (not anymore), no guardians, no hope, no love… My life was the only thing I'm left with. Although what you probably see is a shell. An empty one…
They said that empty vessels made the most noise. You see that now? I make everything explode.
Sorry. That was a lame attempt at humour. Because a nutshell don't make jokes…
Author: Yup, that's it...! ^^ Just a bit of writing because I was bored from studying...and I just typed...and typed...and voila~