With rusted shackles, Alex Riders arms were held to the wall. After five days in this position with no change, Alex's limbs were hurting so bad he was ready to just die. Of course the pain wasn't just from being chained to the dirty wall, there was the ten torture sessions that Dr. Three put him through as well.
He knew there were broken bones, internal bleeding, external bleeding, a concussion, dehydration, and cuts and bruises everywhere. Alex knew he wouldn't last much longer but he also knew he wouldn't be able to get out of the compound alone. He also was well aware of the fact that his torture sessions were live streamed thought it the world.
Hope was slim. Scorpia wouldn't let him go easily. People would either let him die or get killed trying to save him. What he didn't expect is for a certain assassin to be thrown into the cell next to him.
Seemingly unharmed, Yassen Gregorovich made his way over to the injured boy.
"What are you doing here?" Alex asked the man.
"Saving you," he replies. "CIA, MI6 and ASIS are sending in some people to get us out," Yassan says while releasing the shackles.
To the mans promise, Alex soon heard the distance shout of gunfire. It echoed in the walls but Alex barley noticed it. He had gotten so used to the sound of bullets hitting walls or the screams when a bullet broke skin.
The assassin gave Alex some water which he was in desperate need of and bandages some cuts. He had items supplied in his boot which surprised Alex because nobody took them off of him.
"Can you walk?" He asks the boy he'd become quite fond of.
Alex being the prideful kid he is insisted that he could. Yassen watched him warily as he tried to stand up. While Alex stood up Yassen picked the lock of the cell.
Alex leaned against the wall dizzily. He realized it was best not to exert yourself with a concussion but ignored it the best he could. He followed Yassen out of the cell only to collapse to the ground or almost collapse to the ground. As if expecting it, Yassen gently caught the boy before he could harm himself more. He lifted the skinny boy into his arms despite Alex's protests.
Carrying him swiftly through the halls, Yassen and Alex got closer to the fighting. They had managed to avoid most agents but here it would get harder.
Gunfire was still constant in the air but it was seemingly less loud meaning someone was winning. Hopefully the latter.
The assassin leaned close to the side as footsteps came closer. Cautiously he took a glance at the incomers and recognized them.
Ben Daniels was Alex's current guardian and Tamara was someone he had heard of in Alex's file. Yassen was given access to his full file for some reason.
The two agents came rushing to the boy and Ben lifted him out of the assassins arms. Alex was on the verge of unconsciousness as they ran to the choppers prepared to take them away from the Scorpia base.
Alex was laid on a stretcher when they reached the chopper. A sharp slap caused him to open his tired eyes. All he knew is that someone said something about 'go to sleep'. Or was it you 'can't go to sleep'. The boy couldn't find it in him to care.
Alex was just ready to return home. Or at least to Bens home. His home? He didn't know. He missed Jack and Sabina who died in a boat crash with her parent. He missed Ian and his parents.
Tom was his only sense of normality.
Alex was glad to have Tom. And Ben who had taken him in when he needed it. And the rest of K unit for helping him get better alongside Ben. He was glad to have Yassen. Though the man killed his uncle Alex almost understood him.
Yassen was doing the job he was trained to do. He killed for money. Alex killed for the country. Yassen killed his Ian. Alex was saved by Yassen on multiple occasions. They were both trained by Scorpia but they used those skills for opposing sides. The world isn't as black and white as it seems sometimes. There's always a gray area sometimes it's hard to notice though. What is good and bad, evil and enemy? It's was hard to tell sometimes. In the end you work for whatever you're paid for.
And to think, last week was going well until this. It was just going to well.
A/N: Been a while hasn't it? Sorry about that. I've been a little preoccupied. I'm hoping I'll have a chance to write some over Christmas break. ✌️🥺
