i dont own the alex rider stories or this fanfiction this is TheUlmuri's story
Lethal Secrets
Mr. Bray was the headmaster of Brookland Comprehensive School in London. He was in his mid-fifties, beginning to bald and wore nondescript metal-framed glasses that went well with his collection of boring grey suits. He was the kind of principal that, despite his responsibilities, managed to find the time to take a personal interest in the lives and education of each of his students. It was one of these students that was sitting in his office across the desk from him now.
He was a young man in his late teens-seventeen to be exact- but he could have been easily mistaken for someone much older. He was well built; standing about 6'2" and well muscled, though not distractingly so. He had fair hair that flopped over his eyebrows and into his eyes and a piercing in one ear, in which he wore a simple steel stud. The young man moved with a smooth air of practiced control, and he radiated power and martial expertise even in stillness. His physical appearance alone was enough to hint at his dangerous nature, as well as attract plenty of women, but it was not the most shocking thing about him. No, the most shocking things about the young man were his eyes. They were brown and serious and it was obvious looking into them that they had seen much more than any person should seen in their first seventeen years- more than most see in a lifetime. They were a soldier's eyes, and while the depth of experience could clearly bee seen, they were otherwise emotionless, examining the world with a cool steadiness. The young man wore a black tee shirt, covered by a forest green Gore-Tex windbreaker, just tight enough to hint at his musculature, and a pair of camouflage cargo pants.
Alex Rider had been the mystery of Brookland since the death of his uncle just over three years previous. He had done well in school, was one of the football team's star athletes, and had many friends. He had been open and friendly to everyone. But it seemed that his uncle's death had started a downward trend. Soon after the incident, Alex had begun to disappear without notice for weeks at a time only to come back with an assortment of injuries, the flimsy excuse of sickness, and the threat of another disappearance to happen at any given time. Hardly anyone believed that Alex had really been sick- his appearance alone was usually enough to confirm that- and naturally, rumors of every shape and size had sprung up in the information gap. They ranged from drugs to gangs, arrests to prison sentences, and even a few of the more outlandish sort. Needless to say, none of them were positive as the student body preferred rumors of a more scandalous nature. Over time the doctor's notes had morphed into more plausible excuses but his track record and their frequency kept the student population- and the teachers for that matter- from giving them any merit.
When he was in school, Alex was left with excessive amounts of homework to catch up on- a feat Mr. Bray had to admit he tended to accomplish quickly and efficiently. It had been touch-and-go at the beginning, but Alex had soon found a balance between his schoolwork and his absences. There was no doubt that the boy was extraordinarily intelligent- his GCSE scores were enough to prove that. But in the three years since his uncle's death, Alex's friends had dwindled down to a single individual, his best friend Tom Harris, and the other students made a point to avoid him, warning the new students to follow suit. Although he had miraculously maintained a captain's spot on the football team out of pure skill and an uncanny ability to keep others in line, he was rarely there to make use of the title and he had become reclusive and solitary, alienating himself from his team members. On top of all that, it was now known that Alex lived alone in his house in Chelsea, having become an emancipated minor when his guardian had died mysteriously just over a year earlier. There was no doubt though that he could take care of himself. It was apparent to many of the adults that the boy had aged and become more and more hardened with each absence.
