Safe Haven

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider or anything related to it. This plot is entirely fictional and any similarity to real events is purely coincidental.

Author Note: This is my first FanFiction. All reviews are welcome, especially ones with constructive criticisms. Any and all mistakes are my own.

Chapter 1 – Making an Entrance

School was supposed to be a safe place for the blond teenager. It was supposed to be the one place that MI6, and everything associated to that part of his life, couldn't get to him, until today. Even with heightened sense and instincts, Alex Rider could not foresee what was going to happen that day, and how it would end.

Alex knew he looked like crap after his latest suicide mission for MI6, but he knew there was nothing he could do about that. He also knew that there was nothing he could do about the rumours that erupted around him as he walked along the school corridor, with Tom by his side.

It was 5th period for Alex, the lesson just after lunch, when everything went south. Art sounds like a fun lesson to most people, but for Alex and his class it was just a lesson where you sit on too small stools, in a dirty room, and listen to the teacher drone on about some artist no-one in this century has ever heard of. It was dull. Or it was. Alex, sat at the back by himself, trying to catch up on some of the coursework he had to complete, when the door to the classroom smashed into the wall. A tall, lean man ghosted into the room. He was lightly muscled, handsome, with blonde, lightly styled hair. He had a presence around him that captivated the attention of the hormonal teenage girls in the room. The teacher jumped and dropped the book he was reading from when the door was slammed open. He stood there mouth gaping at the figure standing in the door way. The teenage boys in the room sent envious glares at the man in the door, because of the stares he was getting from the girls. All of the guys, except for one. When the door slammed open Alex looked up and felt his jaw literally drop. Standing in the door of his art class room was a dead man. Standing there was Yassen Gregorovitch.

A/N Do you think I should continue with the story or not?