my first fanfic do you want me to write more chapters or leave it as a oneshot????

Suicidal Courage

Dear MI6,

This is your fault. It's all your fault. Every day, when I wake up, I think of my uncle, Ian Rider. I think of my guardian and faux sister, Jack Starbright. I think of my best friend, Tom Harris. I think of them, because that's all I have left. Memories, and a gravemarker in the cemetery. They're all dead, killed by you.

Then, later in the day, as I think more about my life, I remember all of the nicknames. Double-O-Nothing, Druggie, and others. Oh, so many others. You started them. There was one in particular that hit me hard, because it was real. Addict. No, I wasn't addicted to drugs like cocaine and heroin. I'll explain. You blackmailed me into my first two missions. You hired me out to the CIA for my third. When Cray came around, I couldn't resist. I knew he was up to something, but you refused to believe me. You refused to help. By then, I was hooked. Unwillingly, I was addicted. Not to drugs, but to spying. I was in way over my head.

I've watched so many die. Too many. Too often I wonder when I'll join them. Too often I wish I would. I've finally gotten my answer as to when–soon. Sooner than everyone thinks.

You see, I'm not a normal teenager- you've made sure of that. I've seen too much. It's changed me, permanently.

After reading this, you are welcome to hire as many psychiatrists as you like. But it'll all be for naught. I'll be long gone by then.

I plan on finishing what SCORPIA has started. They might not be pleased, though. I'm sick of them, sick of you, ruining my life. So I've decide to end it. I'm writing this quickly or someone else will find me. They'll try to talk me out of it. I don't want that. They may make me change my mind.

And so, as this letter comes to an end, I have one request to make of you. Never hire another child or teenager ever again. I don't want anyone else ending up like me. As I raise the gun up to my temple, I remembered something else. I smile as I write this down. While I'm making SCORPIA's job a whole lot easier with this, I'm also making yours a hell of a lot harder.

The cold metal of the gun in scary, yet welcoming. I'll be reunited with my family and friends again. I'll be able to see my parents for the first time I'll remember. This information comforts me. And now, as I put the gun to my head, I think I'll have the courage to pull the trigger.

-Alex Rider

The gunshot echoes throughout the camp. Four men are the first to hear it. They run to the woods, where they find the youngest member of their unit lying dead, a bullet through his temple.

"We're too late," Fox chokes out.

Wolf is the first to see the letter on the ground. He bends over and picks it up. Silently, he begins reading it.

"They killed him," says Snake. "Somehow, SCORPIA got through our defense and killed him."

Tears well up in Wolf's eyes as he finishes the note.

"Looks like Cub's luck of the devil finally ran out," Eagle states.

"No," Wolf disagrees. Everyone looks at him. They see the paper he's grasping tightly in his left hand, the tears threatening to leak and run down his face. "They haven't killed him. He's killed himself."

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