You know those normal days? Those days that just go from waking up, going to school and getting bored out your mind, going home, maybe go out with friends then crash out and sleep 'til 10 the next day?

Yeah I don't have those. Oh I could but I'm not allowed. Hell I barely remember my own name anymore; oh I remember my designation, but not my name… not really. I don't even exist except in a few very highly secured databases, and most of those are in paper form those that aren't are isolated – no outside connection.

All that's left of me beyond those rare places are rumours, whispers, fear. To those I'm bound to I'm the most successful weapon ever. To those they send me after I am a shadow in the dark, that small flicker of motion in the corner of your eye, that brush of air across the back of your neck…

I am the Ghost of MI6. I am Fifteen years old. I am an Assassin. I have a 98 percent success rate.

I am Rhith.

And I have found a way out.

AN: Right then boys and girls and… various others. I LIVE! And I have the capability to use word again so expect updates for major stories in a couple of months at most. This is a preview of the idea that finally pushed me to fix the problem I had with word and start writing again (oh so many ideas in my head!) so expect more of this as well; it will be an Alex Rider story and I expect it to stay quite short, however I already have ideas for sequels so there may be that as well. So yeah I'm here and I'm writing so all is good in the world.

DarkAngel-N7 – signing out.