He landed on the floor of his cell letting out a yelp. His captors lips twitched, but that was the only sign of his annoyance. Pale blue eyes narrowed in on the injured boy and he spoke. "I told you to leave when you had the chance. You stayed. That is why you're here now." The mans voice echoed down the long hallway, adding to the weariness of the soft glow of the lanterns lining the walls. "I can get you the medical attention you need if you would only give me the information I desire.

Alex glared up at the man who had chosen to save his life so many times in the past. He couldn't place it, but Yassen seemed different. When he 'died' on Air Force 1 to Cray, he was cool, calculating, albeit a bit dramatic. Now, he was ice. The few things that had made him human seemed to have disappeared-like he was unhinged.. Regardless, Alex had a streak and he was not going to fail a mission because of Yassen Gregorovich of all people.

Swallowing down the vile that had risen up his throat, he crawled onto his knees. "I'll never do anything for you." He stared directly at his captor and clenched his fists. Yassen raised an eyebrow at his forced bravado, but didn't speak. Alex took in a deep breath, flinching when he felt a cracked rib moving in his chest. "If you pay for my silence, i'll scream. If you beg me to speak, I'll sew my mouth shut." He looked into Yassens eyes, zoning in on the flicker of amusement that flashed there.

"I can arrange for your mouth to be sewn shut, or maybe I'll cut out your vocal cords instead." Alex's breathing picked up; his body started to tremble, but he didn't break eye contact with his uncle's killer. "Think on that, little Alex. It may not be my wish to do so, but I will do what is needed to complete my job." Yassen walked away with the grace of a cheetah and left Alex to his thoughts, no matter how twisted they may become.

He could feel his lungs burning, his body pulsing in pain as it tried to keep itself from deteriorating further. His arms pulled him down like lead and his legs felt as heavy as concrete. Dr. Three's methods were good. Alex knew he wouldn't die from this, the good doctor would make sure of that, but it still hurt like hell. For the umpteenth time, Alex cursed the MI6 for what they had gotten him involved in. He should have been in school, bored out of his mind with lectures but no, he was in the middle of god knows where because Scorpia, or rather what was left of it, couldn't leave him alone. Really, it wasn't his fault Julia Rothman couldn't let go of her petty grudge with his father.

He ran a shaking hand through his hair. Getting angry at the mess that had become his life would do nothing. He had to think of a way to escape. It wasn't the first time he'd been kidnapped and tortured- it definitely wouldn't be the last- but Yassen being involved changed the game. The contract killer was one of the best in the world; even after all these years, Alex still wasn't sure if he had what it would take to escape from him. All Alex really had was some sort of sentimentality Yassen had towards his dad, but even that small advantage seemed like it was gone.

Alex would just have to deal with that problem later. Right now, he had to focus on escaping. He would just have to hope that he didn't run into the killer when he set his plan into motion. Alex looked around the small cell he was in. He didn't see any bugs which was good, but that wouldn't help him now. The cell was made out of concrete, the door was locked. Maybe if he had a knife, or a bobby pin he could've opened it, but they had taken anything that could have been useful to him. Unfortunately, he would just have to make do with whatever he could. This would be hard enough even if he was in full health, but he was badly injured. A broken hand, cracked ribs, and an assortment of cuts and bruises ensured he could barely move. It was near impossible to think he would be able to get himself out of this predicament. But then again, he had done the impossible before. If he wanted to survive, he'd have to do it again.

The best time to do it would probably be when the guards came to bring him food and water. Usually only one guard came, armed with a gun and a taser. If Alex played his cards right, he could take him. Then with the weapons he would break out of the entire building and put this entire thing behind him. He'd go back to school, play some pranks with Tom, and eat dinner with Jack and-. Oh, who was he kidding. He'd have to report to MI6. At the very least, he would have to go to St. Dominics for medical attention. Alex wasn't blind to the fact that his position was compromised. He would have to lay low, maybe even stay in a safehouse after this. After all, MI6 wouldn't want their little toy more at risk than he already did. They needed him for missions.

Alex sighed. He really wished that he didn't only get protection because someone wanted him to do their dirty work, but at least it was something. For this plan to work, he would need as much rest as possible. Resting his body against the corner of the cell, he groaned. Inside his mind, he vowed this was the last time he was getting kidnapped. He was so damn tired of this routine. That was fine, he'd just have to be more vigilant once he got out of here. With that resolution in mind, he tried to get as comfortable as possible. Once he woke up, he was going to have a hell of a time getting out; best to be as rested as possible.