DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alex Rider.

WARNINGS: This story will contain swearing, mild descriptions of violence and so on. Rating prone to change.

A/N: This is an idea I had in September during college and started writing back then. I hope you enjoy it. There's a lot more to come. Everything mentioned in this will become clear of why it happened in future chapters.

The idea of having an agent on the field that was a teenager was a strike of brilliance to Blunt. Who would ever suspect such a innocent youth would be a spy? Of course, when he saw Ian Rider's nephew and John Rider's child he knew that he would do. His determination to get into the office (to the extent he flung herself over a flagpole) had only increased this want for him as an agent. He knew that he needed someone like Alex. Someone who was full of spirit and had an open mindset. Blunt could've sat around and considered the boy's welfare, the simply fact was that he didn't care. He couldn't care less if Alex was to die. It would be in the name of his country, isn't that what everyone wanted? To die for a cause.

If Alan Blunt was honest he only cared about himself. He had learnt quickly that the only way to survive in this world was if everyone looked out for themselves. That's why he had no qualms with employing Alex Rider. He used the word employing loosely. If you considered blackmailing and using force while not giving the teen anything in return as employing, then yes he was employing the teen. Of course when the teen had been given permission by the soft-heated Jones (she always had a soft spot for the boy for no reason other than the teen reminding her of the children that had been kidnapped some time ago) to live with the Pleasures over 3 years ago.

Blunt had decided to retire from MI6. He was tired of the foolish rule following he had to do to a certain degree. Sting, a new criminal organisation had approached Blunt. They had offered him a place as the one who ran the organisation.A few members of Scorpia that had survived had decided to create this group with one intention: to bring down Alex Rider. After that objective was covered they would begin where Scorpia left off. This proposition sat well with Blunt. Especially since he received some information that could force MI6 to his every whim and command. Life was good for Alan Blunt.

Alex Rider let out a smile to himself as he finished his day at work as a personal fitness instructor. He drove home in an ordinary silver Mercedes and pulled up at the detached house that sat at the end of a fairly long drive. He let himself out of the car, locked it and walked into the house. He could smell some kind of food cooking. A soft hum of music and a quiet voice singing alone could be heard coming from the kitchen. Alex shut the door, immediately the singing stopped. "Alex is that you?" Alex walked into the kitchen, his eyes meeting the bright blue, shimmering eyes of his fiance, Sabina Pleasure.

Some people may have commented it was peculiar that the Alex didn't care. Sabina's dark hair was scraped back into a ponytail, a few strands escaping. She had an apron on with a smudge of flour across her beautiful caucasian face. She was beautiful in everyday to the 19 year old. Once again Alex reminded himself of how lucky he was to have her. Many guys would kill to have Sabina Pleasure as their fiance. "Yeah, it's me." Alex smiled as he wrapped his arms around Sabina in a tight hug. He didn't care that he had gotten some flour over him.

"Good day at work?" Sabina asked relaxing into his embrace.

"Same as usual. How was your day?" Alex inquired breaking away and watching as she returned to making dinner.

"I helped dad with his story." Sabina chirped. She was a journalist, just like her dad. She had chosen to become a journalist after reading a particular article. She was often going off to different places to write. For example, today at 8pm she was leaving for Hawaii. Sabina was following a story about a man and a woman. She hadn't gone into details about it with Alex, claiming it was a surprise.

After Sabina had finished cooking dinner they settled down to eat it: Chilli Con Carne with apple crumble to follow. The rest of the evening was spent together, watching reality TV shows and making comments about the people in them. It was enjoyable for them both. By the time it had reached Sabina's leaving the pair were clinging onto each other tightly. "Promise me you won't end up in some mad man's plot like you use to when you were with MI6." Sabina whispered.

"I promise." Alex mumbled, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. The couple kissed and parted ways reluctantly. Sabina couldn't help the feeling she had that something was going to go terribly wrong.

Alex couldn't believe it. He clutched onto the edge of the bathroom sink as tears wounded down his cheeks. He glanced up at the mirror, scowling before he turned and left the bathroom. He thought that everything was over. He thought that it had all stopped. Someone had obviously decided somewhere that he could never get away from it. He was doomed to be in this life.

He was packing his suitcase. He numbly folded up his clothes into the suitcase until it couldn't hold anymore. Lacing up his trainers was a challenge. His fingers kept fumbling as he hand shook. His whole world had came tumbling down. He left the house, locking it up and got into his car. He drove to the airport. There he collected his ticket and made his way towards the gate. Only when he was on the plane did he relax slightly. His mind was still a muddle of fog. He was heading for England.

There was only one reason why he had accepted this.

Sabina Pleasure is dead.