Hi. So, after trying and trying I think I've managed to come up with my first story in English. It will be about three-four chapters long and will contain K-Unit. If you read, please review.

Summon: So, it's basically just another K-unit-find-out-about-Alex-and-his-life-as-a-spy story, made my own way. Hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: Alex Rider ain't mine. Sorry to disappoint you.

Warning: English is not my first language, so I hope you can forgive me for any grammar mistakes. I've only known the language for about four years and I've learned most of my English by fanfics and youtube. Though, I'm not that bad.

Simple Things

A hug. Such a simple thing and yet it warms so much.

A glare. Such a simple thing and yet it hurts so much.

Love. Such a complicated thing and yet it's just a mix between different simple things.

Simple things. So simple and yet the whole world is build of them.

So, if everything is difficult, can simple things really be simple?

Alex Rider seemed to be an ordinary boy. If you looked at him you would see almost no difference from his classmates. His hair was blonde, his eyes chocolate brown, he was quite short and didn't seem to be much for the world. Yes, he looked as a bit of a athlete, with muscular arms and torso, but if you didn't take a closer look you would never see the differences between him and a average boy at age fifteen.

Alex' blonde hair was cut short, so that he wouldn't have to bother about it getting ripped of when he did something dangerous. His brown, deep eyes were eyes of someone who had seen to much. His muscular arms had many times killed, and the killing had left scars in his mind that would never go away. If you really tried, you could see bloodstains on his clothes and on the street behind him, caused by the many wounds on his body.

However, at the moment Alex did not wish to be normal. If he was normal, he would get killed instantly. While he was running for his life through the streets of London he did not think about death and he was not scared, like any other boy or man would have done and been. He cursed himself and a mister Alan Blunt, over and over again. A Tulip Jones seemed to get cursed a few times too, just like three men with three weird names; Eagle, Snake and, mostly, Wolf. Had it only been a few months earlier a seventh name would have been on the list, but Ben Daniels was now somewhat a friend of Alex' and did not deserve the harsh words.

He was cold and shivered slightly but did not give in, that would just result in a quick and painful death. His only chance to survive was to get to the safe house before the men in the black cars caught him. He knew nothing about who would be in said house, only that once he got there he would immediately call the MI6 and tell them what he knew and then go to bed.

It felt like hours later when he finally reached the building which would contain a safe place. Forth floor, apartment six B, he thought, tiredly making his way up the stairs. There it is. Better knock.

He did. And someone he thought he'd never see again opened it.

"Cub? Holy shit."