AN: I know that this is a few days late, but its still a Halloween story. Since you guys enjoyed the choose your ending story I've done before, I hope you enjoy this one as well. Of course if this is your first story like this, the info is at the bottom. Now, enjoy, and I hope you like a little magic in your stories. I've lacked Alex's wizards skills in the past one-shots and sequels, so I want you to enjoy the best magic has to offer.

Also DO NOT read the chapters in order, you will get confused and lost. I know it may be hard to review each chapter, but try please, I like reviews.

Halloween night. All through the day everything goes on as normally as any other day, but once the night rolls over, its like all hell breaks lose. At least, that's the norm in Waverly. Like every city or town, there's a good side, and a bad side, almost like every person on this planet. I, Alex Russo, refuse to take part in childish antics. Toilet papering houses use to be my thing a year ago. Getting candy from strangers, not really my cup of tea after that kidnapping incident last year as well. My best friend, Harper Finkle, a short reddish-brown haired girl with a very different sense of style, was dressed up for the night. There was a party going on at Fifth Avenue, and honestly, I couldn't believe she was invited. I sat on the bright orange cough in my living room, eating into candy corn as I studied the girl.

"You're good to go." I gave her a thumbs up with my free hand as she smiled, clapping her hands loudly.

"And this is your costume." You see, there are a few words you can say to a girl like me, and other's you can't. A costume, was one of them. I faced the girl dressed up from head to toe in a pink and green striped prison uniform as I snarled at her.

"Oh come on Alex," she bounced on the balls of her feet and I only ignored her. There was no way I was going to go to a Halloween Party, no way in hell. My older brother Justin was also heading over to the party. He dressed up as a mad scientist, how much more geekier can you get?

"Have fun princess," I waved over to my brother as he placed glasses onto his face, making sure the rim touched his nose.

"Just remember Alex, mom and dad are leaving you in charge of the house."

"Big whoop," I waved my finger in the air, feeling a small tingling sensation build under my skin. Didn't expect anything to happen really, but a small blue spark shot from my finger before dying out in the air.

"Wow Alex," Harper gasped, "keep your magic concealed at the party got it?"

"Look." I stood up as my brother left. "I am not going to a party, and even more then that, not dressed up as a freaking little red riding whore," I rose the short red outfit up to the girl as she nodded. She bought it, so of course she knew what it looked like.

"Can you just walk with me over there?" She asked, as I sighed. What harm could that do? Besides, it was a seven block walk.

"Fine. But no funny business," I scolded her as she crossed her heart, speaking of 'scouts honor.' I always thought that was a boy thing.

"But you have to wear the costume." She shook the fabric in front of me and I swear if we weren't as close as we were, I'd tear the thing into shreds. "Its Halloween. I thought witches like this kind of thing."

"And I thought you Finkles stayed in during all holidays. I guess we're both disappointed." After a few more back and forth comments, Harper finally agreed to let me go as myself, on one condition. At least I wore the cape. I had no objections. The streets were filled with kids and their heavy candy bags, as screams and laughter echoed from every street corner.

"You do realize I'm leaving once you're inside right?" I asked as Harper ignored my statement. In the short distance, a tall two story brick building, with fake spider webs and other themed items were hung all around. There was even a very realistic graveyard on the front lawn.

"Okay Alex, we can go inside and find someone I know, and then you can leave." Harper's words were music to my ears as I nodded. I've never been on Fifth street, the thing was, I never really had to. We stepped up to the house, with the front doors wide open, and bright lights flickering from a nearby room. I was froze where I was. Not because of what was happening inside, but because of the girl I spotted. Now let me set things up for you guys, I have two types, the shy type, and the quiet type, and usually there mixed together. Mitchie Torres was a brunette girl from school, with long brown curls and very deep brown eyes. And usually she'd be in her standard uniform of blue and white, but tonight she was dressed up, just as every other person was. I looked away from the girl and back at Harper.

"Are you coming in?" She was actually one step over the threshold.

"Um, yeah sure." I nodded. I followed Harper into the house, as the lights flickered, and fake screams echoed from the radio player.

"Gather around, come on now," a boy began yelling in the middle of the room. He was standing on top of a round table, clothed in a black tarp. "Guys, shut up and come closer."

"What's this idiot up to?" I asked my friend as she squeezed my fingers. She was just excited that she was invited to something. I spotted a few jock guys from football, of course standing tall in their jersey's, sipping on hopefully punch. But I wouldn't put alcohol past them.

"Alright, I'm Marty Green," the boy on the table announced, as he shifted around to glance at people. "I have a little game that I would like to play with you all." His smile seemed to reach from one ear to the next. He was actually dressed up as a vampire, with both bottom and top sharp fangs, and fake blood running against his chin. "Lets take attendance. Close all the doors."

A creaking noise shot through the house before the front doors slammed. A cold wind shot past all of us just before the boy stumped against the table.

"Give me my chart," he called to another vampire kid. Out of the entire cold room, I felt a warm heat run against my back. I held my breath, turning around to spot Mitchie looking at me. But once our eyes connected, she focused on the floor. She was dressed in a maids costume, but not in a usual black and white uniform, but more of a gold and silver color. She also held a duster in her hand, it was gold as well.

"Alex, pay attention." Harper jammed her shoulder into my side as I sucked in a deep breath through my teeth.

"Harper Finkle!" The boy on the table called out, as she waved. "OOO a jailer, this should be fun. And…" Once the kid laid eyes on me, the smile on his face grew even wider. "Little Red I proclaim?"

"I'm Alex with a cape," I announced as he chuckled, finishing the list. I was ready to go, but something was telling me to stay. Maybe it was the fact that Mitchie was standing right behind me, and I knew she was staring. I took a great breath as the boy finally came down onto the floor.

"The game is called, the last survivor," he smiled, waving his hands into the air as I rolled my eyes. This was no time for childish antics. "In one minute you all will turn into your costume, meaning…" the boy rose both arms, "whatever you came as, that is what you shall become."

I was about to laugh, until a loud banging noise bounced off the walls and the lights shut off. My heart only began pounding for a quick second, as screams shot off around the room. Then, just as if planned, I heard a loud growl from one of the corners, but above it, I heard a gentle voice screech 'no.'

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" I yelled, knowing whoever was next to Mitchie, was trying to have a few free fills in the dark. Harper was still holding onto me tightly as the lights flashed on, and before me, I could see a full hairy beast, with teeth and claws as long as hair, and eyes as dark as night. I was surrounded in screams, as people pushed around the room behind me. Mitchie seemed the same in her little outfit, but the only difference, her eyes had terror written all over them. I ran over to her, before the beast, a werewolf I presume, stood glaring at me. He exposed his teeth, as I faced Harper. My own best friend stared at me with such hate and disgust. I hadn't noticed before, but her nails were peeling into my skin as her grip grew tighter.

"Harper stop," I hissed out, almost tasting the blood in a way, as she held onto me tighter. "Harper!" I yelled as something went past my face, knocking Harper onto the floor. It was a girl who decided to dress up as Flash. She had tears streaming down her face as she tugged on the door.

"Mitchie stay there." Although I rarely spoke to the brunette, she knew me as a girl that was in her class. The beast was still staring at me, with hunger in his eyes, and with every slight move I made, he jerked the same way. Harper was finally moving again, her eyes on me as I took a deep breath. I had a decision to make, try to work with my friend, or let Mitchie get mauled by this beast thing. But what if I ignored Harper and then helped Mitchie, would I sit and watch my friend get clawed to death?

Okay guys, basically read below to choose the next chapter. This is where you're making a choice. Choose wisely. Don't read the chapters in order, or YOU WILL get lost.

Also before you choose, just a heads up, ALL chapters are different, so there's a little treat in some of them for those who read all of them. (The treat is knowing the entire story, and getting a kiss from the story, there's only one.) – still don't read in order.

Chapter 2: Help Mitchie, and hope Harper's new jailer skills comes in handy for her.

Chapter 3: Help Harper, the beast is watching me anyway.