DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alex Rider

Title: How to save a life

Sequel to: End of innocence

Rating: T! for language, violence and death.

Language: English.

WARNINGS: Swearing and violence/death.

Summary: After the Pleasure's sent Alex back when they realised he was beyond help he just doesn't want to live...but he wouldn't jump up and kill himself either. Wolf and K-Unit, his former bullies, may be his only chance to uncover himself again, before MI6 lose him forever

PROLOGUE

Alex Rider was a teenage spy, one who was a "lost cause" according to the many physiatrist he had seen. His mind was a lethal weapon, used upon himself. He didn't want to live, but at the same time he wouldn't kill himself. He was quite happy to die on one of his suicide missions. Where he may have escaped eventually in impossible situations he gave up, hoping death would consume him.

Now at age 17 Alex was a danger to himself on missions. He was a former shell of what he use to be. The only people who could be blamed for the way the teenager turned out was MI6. If they had not insisted he became a spy for them he wouldn't feel this way. He might of had friends, a girlfriend who loved him and parents, if MI6 had left the Rider family out of the equation entirely.

Alex was trapped in a world where a crying child could lead you to your death, a friend could stab you in the back - literally- (he had lots of experience with that one) and where you couldn't trust anyone, especially yourself. It was a world someone his age should be use to and accept...it was the world of spies and assassins, a world that he wished he didn't belong in. He was far too gone to be saved.

Each mission had sapped away at him, until it left the inside of him feeling like nothing. In reaction to what he had seen he had became like a robot. He wouldn't have eaten if he didn't force himself since he never seemed to be hungry and he walked around on auto pilot. It terrified MI6. Along with his eyes he seemed like a killing machine. As cold and heartless, perhaps more, than even Scorpia's top assassin.

With his shaggy blonde hair sitting in a permanent scruffy state and his brown eyes as cold as steel he was intimidating, yet handsome.

It was with the old Alex: sarcastic, sassy, confident, brave, stubborn and wouldn't take anything lying down, that Mrs Jones, the head of MI6, picked up the phone a dialled a number...the number in which sat her last hope.

They had given up in trying to fix Alex. It wasn't plausible. They had been forced to watch the teen on self-destruct mode.

"Sergeant Kurt? This is Mrs Jones, head of MI6. I need to ask you a favour."