Alex Rider- Flying Free

Flying Free

How fitting that the colour of remembrance is red. It was the colour of her hair. It was the colour of the fire that would rage inside of her. Some think that this child in front of them couldn't understand true grief. But he did. For Alex Rider was well associated with the way of death. Many times had he cheated it, but, many times before have his loved ones been killed.

"Come on Alex! Is that the best you've got?" Jack's voice yelled at him. She was running with a water gun in her hand. Alex was 8 years old.

Alex remembered that day perfectly. Jack had been looking after him for one year by then. It was one of the rare times when Uncle Ian was home to play with him and Jack.

"It's going to be okay. I'll take care of you now." Jack firmly said, tears running down her cheeks.

They were at a funeral, much like this one. Only that one had taken his uncle away, this one was taking his only sister away. Mrs. Jones and Blunt were standing several feet away. There was no sign of emotion on Blunt's face, only looked the tinniest bit sorry.

"Stay here Alex, let me give them a piece of my mind." She had ordered him. Storming out of his hospital room Jack had then yelled of the heads of MI6. They didn't bother him for month after.

Rain poured down, soaking Alex Rider. Unknown to him, tears were slowly falling. For the first time in several months, Alex Rider was showing emotion.

"It's okay, you can cry. If your hurt really bad, it's okay not to be strong." Jack murmured into his ear. Alex tripped and fell out of the tree. He was 7 years old.

Slowly the casket was lowered into the ground. The minister spoke with a sad heavy voice.

"Today we are here to remember a much loved Jacqueline Starbright. She was a daughter, sister, and friend. She may have died young, but"

Alex stopped listening

"You're never to young to die." Darius Sayle hissed anger gleaming.

How true that had proven in the last month. Tom had been sniped at school. Alex was away 'sick' at the time. One week later when he returned, he had to attend his best friends funeral. Looking up, he realized there was only a few people left. Approaching the grave he placed the red and orange flowers on her grave. Only one week ago Alex had spoken to her. But now, now she was gone. Jack would never return. MI6 had lost their bargaining tip, however now, Alex had nothing to lose.

"Hi, are you Alex?" An older women asked quietly. She had flaming red hair, just like Jack. Slowly he nodded.

"I'm Laura, Jack's were her ward? Right?" She asked.

"Yeah. She, she was like a sister to me." Alex whispered.

"She loved you. When she started to take care of you she would only speak about how adorable you were." said Laura, her voice was coming close to breaking, "I'm glad that we got to met you, thank you for getting us plane tickets for her funeral."

"It wasn't hard. She would've wanted you to be here." Alex managed to rasp. They stood together for a couple of minutes before Laura excused herself and left with her husband.

"Hey Alex, I was thinking that this summer we should go on a holiday. I haven't seen my parents in ages and you've never met them before. My Dad is even a teacher, I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you out with your courses!" Jack said, looking up at Alex. Alex nodded and said

"That sounds great! How about you book the tickets right now, I think we could both use a break right now." Jack laughed and they continued to eat their dinner.