Alex Rider Stormbreaker (x reader) (on hold)

Funeral Voices part 1

Third person POV

When the doorbell ring at 3 in the morning, it's never good news. Alex Rider was woken by the 1st chime. His eyes flickered open but for a moment he stayed completely still in his bed, lying on his back with his head resting on the pillow.

He heard a bedroom door open and a creak of wood as somebody went downstairs. The bell rang a second time and he looked at the alarm clock glow beside him. 03. 02 a. m. There was a rattle as someone slid the security chain off the front door.

He rolled out of bed and walked over to the open window, his bare feet pressing down the carpet pile. The moonlight spilled on to his chest and shoulders.Alex was 14, already well built, with a body of an athlete.

His hair, cut short apart from 2 thick strands hanging over his forehead, was fair. His eyes were brown and serious. For a moment he stood silently, half - hidden in the shadow, looking out. There was a police car parked outside.

From his second - floor window Alex could see the black ID number on the roof and the caps of the 2 men who were standing in front of the door. The porch light went on and, at the same time, the door opened.

"Mrs Rider?"
"No. I'm the housekeeper. What is it? What's happened?"
"This is the home of Ian Rider?"
"Yes."
"I wonder if we could come in..."

And Alex already knew. He knew from the way the police stood there, awkward and unhappy. But he also knew from the tone of their voices. Funeral voices ... that was how he would describe them later.

The sort of voices people use when they come to tell you that someone close to you has died. He went to his door and opened it. He could hear the 2 policemen talking down the hall, but only some of the words reached him.

"... a car accident ... called the ambulance ... intensi care ... nothing anyone could do ... so sorry."