Just a random sort of thing that went through my head. In my opinion, it needs a bit of editing, but I have decided to post it up here anyway and see what people think.
It could be a multi-chapter fic, it could be a oneshot. I haven't decided yet.
Disclaimer: I am legally required not to say that I don't own Alex Rider, as that would be disgusting plagiarism, stealing a line from several other people's stories!
It was nearly nine o'clock (1) on Monday morning and Alex was in a very bad mood. He had slept in and was going to be late for school- not a problem for most, but as he had been trying rather enthusiastically to catch up (and become normal,) this was extremely annoying for him.
He grabbed a slice of toast, shoved it into his mouth, gave a muffled goodbye to Jack, and walked out the door.
Jane Bedfordshire hadn't had much of a week.
Her sister Ellen had just been diagnosed with cancer, her boyfriend's (and room mate's) car had broken down and they both didn't have the money to fix it. Now she was in debt and had to drive Matt everywhere.
Alex hated walking to school. After all that he had experienced, all the maniacs that he had stopped… everyone he walked past were a potential serial killer. He wasn't paranoid. He just had a…um… baseless and excessive suspicion of the motives of others.
Yeah, that was it, he thought, giving an innocent looking woman with a stroller a death glare.
Alex thought he spotted one of his former friends Dan walking ahead of him with his girlfriend Charlotte. He wanted to say hello, but didn't. He had no idea what to say.
Alex was deep in thought as he crossed the road. He was getting there, but he also had yet to gain everyone's trust.
Jane was stressed. She rushed towards the hospital that poor Ellen was in with Matt sitting next to her, comparing the car ride to one with a suicide pilot. Ellen had a mad obsession with lateness; with her sister's days being numbered, Jane would have done anything to make her happy. After a lightning-speed visit, she then had to race to work.
This was why Jane didn't stop at the red light.
This was why Jane didn't notice the blonde teenager who had stepped in front of her car.
Alex didn't know what had hit him.
Actually, that was a stupid thing to say.
He had been hit with a one-ton rather shoddy second-hand 1989 SAAB, which he was fully aware of. In his baseless-and-excessive-suspicion-of-the-motives-of-others state, Alex naturally took in everything, including the make and registration number of several cars that passed him.
Then everything went black.
She screamed. She couldn't help it.
What else is there to do when you have just possibly killed someone?
Except sit there in shock, which she proceeded to do afterwards.
Matt rushed out of the car to see what had happened. Dreading what she might see, Jane followed him.
Matt had no idea what to do for a second. All the first-aid training he had undergone with the SAS suddenly left him.
He knew how to treat a gunshot wound in the middle of a battlefield, yet what do you do when you do something as ordinary as hit a boy with your car? It seemed stupid, somehow, that this should happen!
Matt edgily made his way out of the car. He had just decided to check the boy's vitals and hope for the best.
The kid was sprawled on the road, white as a sheet. He lay face down.
Apart from that, Matt had absolutely no idea what to say on his condition… A small patch of blood appeared on his side, steadily growing. It looked like he had broken several ribs, with one poking through his side.
Matt checked his pulse, and was relieved to find that it was erratic, but still there.
Matt turned him over, and gasped.
Jane was panicking. She had rushed over to his side and found he was still breathing. Apart from that, she didn't have a clue what to do.
She helped Matt turn him over.
Oh God.
Oh my god.
I may have just killed Alex Rider.
Cub.
This was Cub.
I've probably killed Cub.
That thought went through Matt's head. He could have killed a kid.
Matt had fired shots before, that had killed foreign troopers. He was aware of that.
But this… this was so much different. It was more personal.
He knew Cub.
Cub was only a kid.
His thoughts were interrupted by Jane screaming:
"ALEX!"
Matt got out his mobile and quickly dialled 911.
The first thing Alex felt was annoyed.
He had just been hit by a car. That was an inconvenience,
For some reason he was noticing the little things, like the gum on the road next to him, and the dust on the underside of the car. It helped him in a way. What else was there to think about?
He could panic, lose his head, and die, or just stay here and think of the good things.
Eventually he came to a decision. It involved opening his eyes.
But he wasn't expecting to see Wolf, the Wolf, staring anxiously back at him.
I think this is a oneshot. I'm not really sure. Review and I might continue.
Please don't review. (I've been told that reverse psychology is effective. So, if you understand, then you would make the deluded author VERY happy if you clicked that little button in the middle of the screen and told her what you think…)
(Hopefully I've managed to make this arrow point in the right direction.)
I have no idea how school times work in London so I just assumed they are the same as they are where I live.
I did it!!!!! Nearly 1,000 words! I am capable of it, after all!!!