After The End: Alex Rider FanFiction

~Chapter Twenty-Eight~

Alex's (POV)
*Intense Scenes Ahead*

       Pain.

      That's all I feel. That's all I'm capable of feeling.

       A deep throbbing, hot pain in my calf that spreads out to every inch of my body.

       I take a shuddering breath, my eyes half lidded from drowsiness.

       I'm sitting down in the corner of that little room. My back is up against the cold wall, my shackled wrists laying on my lap, legs stretched out in front of me.

       I glance with heavy eyes down at my right leg.

       Blood.

       My stomach turns.

       Rats' handiwork doesn't look so good.

       My pants leg from my knee down is none existent, my calf covered in messy, itchy stitches. The skin underneath them a sickening reddish purple.

       I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall.

       It's been two days now since my leg was almost chewed off by that dog.

       My breath catches.

       Four days since Tom was killed.

       A deep despair settles in my head, and a thought refuses to leave me.

       I'm never getting out of here.

       I swallow, my throat dry like sandpaper.

      When was the last time I had a drink of water?

       I mentally shrug.

       It doesn't matter.

      I wince, grinding my teeth together as another wave of hot pain washes through my leg, pulses being released in forceful spurts.

      I push my sweaty head further back against the wall, a fever burning at my skin.

     My thoughts are all cloudy, a headache pounding away - like thorns in your skin.

     I jerk my eyes painfully open as the door to the room opens.

     Razim.

     My heart speeds up, and I feel myself involuntary tense up.

     He walks up to me, his expressionless mask on.

      He stops a couple feet in front of me. "Alex." He looks me over - like an insect getting ready to be dissected.

   "What a mess you've made indeed." He suddenly kicks my bleeding calf.

      I gasp as sharp knives run through my leg, black spots invading my eyesight. I lean forward to grab at my knee, taking deep shallow breaths as I try to lessen the pain.

      It doesn't help much.

     Breathing hard and with my headache feeling like nails being driven into my forehead. I look up at the face of my enemy.

      He smirks, clearly enjoying my pain.

      He walks over to the other side of the room. Taking a device out of his pocket, he presses a button.