14, nearly 15, years ago when the plane blew up, John Rider survived. Now he's back to teach at Brecon Beacons. John never expected what happens next. Alex... well Alex has never been more angry than when he found out...
--sneak peak--
All they hear...
AN: whoever made that art i put up there is literally a God🙌 I love them 😙! I spent forever tryna find an alex rider fan art and when i found this i went full on fan gurrrllllll... yk that kinda internal screaming...
*ahem* I'm avoiding the situation...
so um like... 3 months 🙂 sorry. It is all thanks to this convo!
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Yes yes I did literally forget about this 🤦♀️ and then i forgot again but that was only for a day so... I'm here now 🥱🤟Friggen satan the emojis i use... 😽
Suspicions
Alex went out of the hut's door and closed it softly, well aware that if he slammed it then Wolf will come charging out. He slid down the back of it and clutched the left side of his chest which still hurt a bit.
He slipped his left arm out his jacket and his t-shirt so he could get a good view of the healing scar. It was healing... slowly. No thanks to Wolf and his tender skin, a purplish bruise had already formed that was no doubt going to turn into a more blackish colour.
*little time switch back a min*
John (AN: *snigger* yes yes 😌😗😏) was wandering around the camp as he recently found himself doing for no reason he could put his mind to when he saw a small iddy biddy tiny winy(AN: i'll stop ok 👌)figure slip out of a hut and sink against the door.
He recognised the figure as Jaguar and frowned. What's he doing? Passed through his mind so he slipped behind a tree not far off and peaked around as Alex slipped his arm out of clothes and lifted the tops up to reveal his chest.
John gave a little gasp. He may bee reasonably far off but he sure did had a good view of the most visible scars littering the boy's top half. The most noticeable was the bruised one above his heart.
John slipped some glasses on, something he had stolen, though he calls it 'was given' from MI6 and tapped the right side twice. His vision through the glasses zoomed it. John silenced his gasp with his hand.
Alex felt the sensation again, the sensation that someone was looking at him. Quickly, he was standing in some shadows and his t-shirt and jacket were back fully on him.
John was fast to hide behind the tree. He knew a scorpia trained agent when he saw one. The movement and the recognition of being watched was done extremely fast and the actions were gliding and in a way, sort of satisfying to see a human move that way, not stumbling at all and no sharp movements.
Carefully, John headed away from Alex, the supposed 'scorpia' agent and towards the sergeant's hut to speak up about his suspicions.
