Alex Rider: Luck of the Goddess

The Figurative Trip to Hades

The summer came to a close, with Percy Jackson missing, and Alex Rider returning home across the pond.

There was a lot of explaining to do with Jack. She was positive Alex was just covering for spy stuff, but after an intense conversation, Jack was swayed.

Alex had started settling into a routine when he got word that Percy Jackson, the camp legend, had gone missing.

Chiara wasn't worried. "If anyone's luck will save them, it's Pery's."

Alex didn't know the guy that well, but he got the impression he was a good person. He Told Chiara he'd keep an eye out, although he severely doubted Percy would show up in Europe.

After that matter was settled, things went to Hades.

It went by the name of Scoripia, and they severely doubted the capabilities of Alex Rider.

He had always been jumpy at school and home. He wasn't built for the simple life, but that was all he wanted. After, Scoripia, that wasn't going to happen ever again.

Maybe it was such an ironic situation, since it revolved around Grecian art of their gods, or possibly it was the fact that despite all his demigod and spy trying, he still failed, and maybe it would have been funny if the gods had intervened when things were still ok, but Chiara had explained to him that, that wasn't the way things worked.

Now Jack was dead, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Now he had killed, he had killed someone nearly the same age as him. Not in the obscure way he usually did, where they always had another choice, but at point blank, where he begged to be shot.

Alex was certain he would never be the same.

MI6 tried to help, but he just wanted to disappear. One of the only people who tied him to his life before all the crazy was dead, his best friend. Alex was sick with himself. He forgot all about Percy Jackson and his supposed 'good' luck, and cursed the gods, he just wanted to be left alone.

MI6 offered to move him in with the Pleasures, but was that what he wanted. He could disappear to camp, never have another agent approach him again, but was that what he wanted? He didn't know anymore. He went with the Pleasures because he wanted to go to America, there he could start piecing together some of the pieces.

He didn't expect to see Percy Jackson.

Uhh, so me bad, me sorry, me hope you like, me puking at me bad grammar. Anyway, I don't own Alex Rider or Percy Jackson.

I wish you all the luck in the world,

Me