My first ever fanfic people so bear with me

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider

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Alex Rider was biking through the park on his way home on an March afternoon after a long, uneventful day at school. He was taking the long way around, through the middle of the park where the pine trees grew, and blocked out the sounds of the outside world. Here, there were no sounds of traffic, of arguing commuters and crying babies. Here there was only peace.

After everything he had seen, Alex found himself constantly seeking isolation. He had seen more violence, more hatred, and more killing than many adults see in a lifetime. Returning back to school and the life he had once known did not provide him with the sense of sanctuary he was seeking. What he really wanted, was someone who understood him.

Sure, he had friends at school. He had Jack at home. But no one could understand the horrors he had witnessed. The betrayal he had felt. The loneliness he experienced.

This was why Alex so enjoyed the serene trees in the center of the park. They were strong, dependable, stable. So unlike the way his last year had been. He loved riding through the silent forest, absorbing the rich pine smell from the trees around him and enjoying the shade.

He was almost at the end of the path through the trees when Crawford suddenly stepped out in front of him. Having been lulled into automatic pedaling by his sense of inner peace, Alex had to brake hard and swerve at the same time to avoid crashing into the agent. He came to a clumsy stop inches away from Crawford.

"If you want to be bowled over by oncoming traffic, might I suggest the highway? It would probably hurt less," Alex grunted as be pushed his bike back from his uncomfortably close position to Crawford.

"Alex, we need your help," Crawford said simply, as though this were the most expected thing in the world.

"Sorry, my New Year's resolution was to stay alive. Find someone else." Alex wasn't in the mood to deal with MI6. But he was glad he wasn't talking to Mrs Jones or Alan Blunt.

"I'm afraid we're not asking Alex." Mrs Jones stepped out from behind a tree a foot away from the one Crawford was behind.

So much for that.

"This must be my lucky day. Let me guess which one Alan Blunt is gonna step out from." He gestured to the pines behind Mrs Jones'.

Crawford sighed. "No he isn't Alex."

"That's why we need your help." Mrs Jones explained.

"You really must keep an eye on him during these picnics. It's a big park. Have you considered one of those child leashes?" He really wasn't in the mood to talk to either of them.

"He's been abducted."

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Thats all I have right now.

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