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

A/N: Oh my god! It's my final year at school so I took some time off to concentrate on getting the main coursework done and the followers of this story has increased- Oh my god. I promise to finish it for you. Pinky promise. And I hope you like it, I figured MI6 agents and stuff still should show emotion because their human, also I made Alex a kinda depressive-rebellious teenager.

CHAPTER ONE

Alex Rider let out a bitter laugh, icy cold as if he commending someone to the part of hell reserved for assholes, as he looked at Mrs Jones. "So you want me to willingly go to somewhere that people refer to it as hell on earth?" He demanded as if she was stupid, which - considering how he was currently sitting on a hard wooden chair in a empty room while she stood in front of him - wasn't exactly far off of the mark. He was MI6's top agent, he could kill her with his bare hands and escape without anyone even knowing.

"Alex, we don't expect you to go willingly." Mrs Jones sighed, tired of his actions every time they even suggested something that was even in the slightest beneficial for him and for them. "This will be good for you, get your fitness back up. You seem to be slacking when your captured in attempting to get out." Alex looked back at her. His usually steely eyes, showing no emotion, was cracked slightly as the faintest glimmer of defeat shone through. Even without saying anything they both knew why he no longer tried to escape.

He had given up.

"I just get tired." He said, quickly regaining his guarded eyes as fast as they had slipped. Mrs Jones had not failed to notice it though, being a trained professional. Mrs Jones studied him with a small frown and forced a small smile.

"I understand." Unknowingly she had let a slither of sympathy litter her voice. None of them would tell the other, every MI6 employee liked to think they was perfect. Perfect at hiding their emotions. They was only humans, so the slips was never mentioned within the office. "A car will take you to Brecon Beacons shortly." She turned on her heel, walking away, her heels clicking against the hard, concrete floor of the cell.

As she reached the thick steel door she paused, as if she was going to say or do something. She lifted her head high and knocked on the door, the sound echoing around the room. She waited until it had opened before stepping out. The door shut with a loud clang, leaving Alex Rider alone with a light bulb hanging down. It shone it's dim light above the teenager. He sighed, leaning back on the chair.

He let out a loud groan as the lightbulb flickered out. "Just my fucking luck." He swore loudly.

"No swearing!" A deep, loud voice snapped from outside. Alex snorted. He had already seen how thin the walls where, so they could hear everything he said or did. It was risky, but they all knew he wasn't going anywhere.

"I'll swear is I fucking want too. Doesn't the word 'fucking' sound okay in every sentence!" Alex yelled at the guard. He still had a spark of his mischievous ways and his rebellious ways, but unlike before he just sat there. Like a teenager would, waiting for the pressing weight of their parents to hit them.

Except he wasn't waiting for his parents, they was dead way before he remembered them. He was waiting for his mind to begin cornering him in with scornful thoughts. He was at war. Not with a visible enemy.

But with himself.