You Won't Get Away With This

Continuation of The Whisper

K. Had an idea for a continuation for this and wrote it in two hours. I hope you enjoy.

They all say the same thing . . .

He hated what they had turned him into; he hated what he had been forced to do, all because of his family legacy.

All the lives he had taken, all the people he had been ordered to kill. Was it all for nothing? The world was corrupt, and no matter how much of the corrupt mold that he hacked off, whether on the orders of the government or by his own means, it always grew back. Sometimes he wondered if he should just let everything go, let the rot destroy itself instead of saving the world again and again.

What was the point? To honor his parents? His uncle? He didn't really know anymore. The world had become twisted in his eyes. He had never been normal, and now he knew he never would be. They had made sure of that. He could never go back to what he had been.

It wasn't the terrorist organizations or the governments that used him that he hated, it was the monster they had made him become. They did what they had thought was right; sacrificing the one too save the many.

He just wished that he wasn't the one they had chosen.

His parents lost their lives to this. His uncle was killed on a mission. Sometimes he wished for death as well.

So long as there was breath in his body, however, he knew that he wouldn't die; he couldn't die. They had tried, many times.

He had the scars to prove it.

Every scar had its own tale to tell. The bullet scar over his chest? Assassination attempt when he stepped out of the 'bank'. The jagged knife wound in his side? A training exercise . . . in resisting torture. The raised pattern on his hand? An acidic spider web . . . don't ask.

Almost all of them had come from his 'work'. The ones that hadn't were from his early years when his uncle was training him for this life. Even if he could escape his past, escape his life, the scars would always remind him of what he had lost.

The other kids at school had started to notice the difference in him as well. They whispered about him being a drug dealer or maybe a gang member. To tell the truth, those options would be better then the one he has, the one he will never be able to escape.

Sometimes he wondered if death would be the better option.

. . . You won't get away with it . . .

"You won't get away with this!" Ranko Vanala snarled as he glared at the shadowed figure on the other side of the room. His companions, who were tied up with him, started at him as if he were insane to speak out.

The shadowed figure snorted as he fiddled with something on the table, "What makes you say that?"

Ranko scowled. He couldn't believe the audacity of this man. First he comes in without permission (what happened to the guards at the door anyway?), dares to attack them as well as tie them up (most of the members in the group were martial artists), and now was just standing there with his back turned, ignoring them. He may be new to the criminal underground, but even he knew that something like this would not go unpunished.

"Enjoy freedom while you have it," Ranko said arrogantly, knowing that the man would be caught and destroyed by the bosses for doing something like this, "There's no way you will get out of this."

The man turned around and for the first time Ranko saw what he had in his hand. The gun flashed as it spun between long pail fingers, and then settled firmly in the white palm, pointed straight at his head, "Who says I already haven't?"

The gunshot echoed throughout the warehouse. Ranko's companions felt no sorrow over the newbe, nor did they try to save him.

Those who challenged this man – no, boy – never made it out alive.

Such an interesting choice of words. In cartoons it is normally the captured superhero or victim who says it . . .

Tulip Jones, head of MI6, the spy organization that had ruined his life, was heading straight for him.

Alex groaned near silently, glaring down at the cup of hot chocolate clutched in his white knuckled grip. What did she want this time? Did she need an assassin? Maybe his stealth skills were required. There were those rumors about another terrorist organization trying to rise to power. No matter, they were weak and not nearly strong enough to bother with.

"Alex Rider," Tulip said civilly, her posture stiff as she glanced around the café in clear disgust. An unmarked, manila envelop was clutched tightly in her hand.

Alex smirked inwardly as he realized that he had been forced to make the trip all the way out to him when he had refused to go with her agents.

"Jones," he replied in the same tone of voice, sipping loudly out of his cup to annoy her.

Tulip twitched slightly, her eyes flickering around and out the window for a moment.

Ah, can't leave home without the guards, Alex thought ruefully, having already spotted all of the agents that were trying to blend in and failing.

Tulip took a deep, though to normal people unnoticeable, breath and slid into the seat across from him. "We need your help, Alex," She said, lowering her voice slightly so that it would be unheard by everyone else besides him.

Alex snorted, glaring down at his drink and hunching his shoulders, "Yah, I kind of figured that when you came down here instead of forcing me up into your little office. Trying to get on my good side, right?" he chuckled softly, though it held no humor.

Tulip's face remained impassive and Alex silently cursed the 'spy face', as he had dubbed it. He had one too, come to think of it, but he didn't use it often. Manufactured emotions were so much more fun to work with, and it tended to throw your enemies off.

Was it sad that he saw everyone around him as potential enemies?

The older woman didn't say anything as she slid the folder across the table to him. Alex hesitated in opening it, but one look at her steal cold eyes told him that she wasn't leaving until he did. Sighing softly he flipped the cover over and began to read the information inside.

Agent Hanks

Full Name: Jeremy Hanks

Mother: Sarah Isabel Hanks (Reese)

Father: Nigel Frank Hanks

Occupation: Agent 56 of MI6

Description:

Hair Color: Dirty Blond

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5 ft. 10 in.

Habits: Has an uncontrollable twitch in left eyebrow and tends to pick at buttons that he is wearing on his shirts or jackets.

Current Status: Traitor.

Last Seen: London, England.

Alex raised an eyebrow and whistled lowly, "An Agent, huh? What did he do for you to set me on him?"

Tulip grit her teeth slightly, "He sold important information to several terrorist organizations and currently has in his possession several files pertaining to some of our more . . . secret missions."

Alex felt the corner of his lip twitch in amusement, "Those files wouldn't have anything to do with some of the missions that I have been on, do they?"

The silence that answered him was enough for him to smirk and close the file. "I'll look into it."

Tulip nodded sharply, "That's all I ask," she got up and turned to leave, but paused at the last moment and glanced back at him, "If I wanted to find a body where would I look?"

The dark, slightly insane smile that stretch across his face did nothing to change her decision, "I hear that the bottom of the river is a good place to look."

Tulip almost regretted setting Rider on the traitor. Almost.

By the time Rider was done with the turncoat he was going to wish he had turned himself in. The boy was very protective of his files and mission information.

That was probably why so few people had found out about him, actually. No one dared to look at his reports.

. . . You won't get away with it . . .

Two days after giving the file over to Alex a mutated body was fished out of the bottom of the river. He was vaguely recognized as Jeremy Hanks, and even then they had to take DNA samples to conform it.

No trace of his murderer was ever found and his case was filed next too all of the other 'unsolved' murders.

. . . But the thing is, I already have.

If there are any ideas for another one-shot based on this one feel free to send me the ideas. I'm already considering doing another one from MI6's point of view.

Hope you enjoyed!