A/N: That was one crazy season finale, huh? I had barely gotten over the shock of how it ended before I already had this idea floating around in my head. I practically started writing it as soon as it was over! I'm extremely impatient when it comes to waiting for answers that may never come. So, without making you wait any longer, I give you my best interpretation of what will happen in the Season 2 that quite possibly might never be. Hope you enjoy it! :)

Oh, also, I have no idea how to spell the theatre Chloe was in, I couldn't find it anywhere, which makes me think it was simply made just for the show, so how I spell it is my best guess.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Nine Lives of Chloe King or its characters. I only own the plotline(s), dialogue, etc aside from what was in the season finale.

Chapter One

Alek walked into his apartment—and stopped dead as he saw two figures lying motionless on the floor. It took almost a full, horrified second before he realized they were Jasmine and Valentina. His eyes wide, he looked to the dark figure standing in the middle of the practically destroyed room, taking a sharp breath as they turned around. "I'm gonna kill you." Alek growled.

Zane smirked at him. "Is that any way to talk to your brother?" he asked, his voice suddenly accented.

Alek felt his blood run cold, unable to move for a moment, and then clenched his fists, shock turning into anger in a heartbeat. He lunged at the teen, knocking him to the ground. He grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him, picking him up and shoving him into the wall. Zane hardly seemed affected, landing a blow on him and smirking as he staggered back. He recovered quickly, however, and Zane grunted as his fist caught him in the jaw. Zane angrily struck him, grabbing his hand and flipping him over and to the floor. He bent over him before he could get up and reached into his pocket. Within an instant, Zane was holding a knife to his throat, preventing him from moving.

"I was ordered to kill you." Zane hissed softly, as if there was someone who might have been listening. "And I'll do it, too. But considering you are family, I thought I might allow you something of a choice…"

"You're not family." Alek breathed, not letting him continue, wincing as he pressed on the knife a bit harder but refusing to break eye contact with him.

Zane chuckled. "Like it or not, Alek, I am." He looked over at the unmoving others. "And as of now…I'm all you've got left."

Alek exclaimed and grabbed his hand, anger giving him strength, wrenching it away from him and bringing his foot up to kick him in his stomach. He jumped to his feet, still holding onto Zane, and swung him around into the wall. Zane somehow managed to get out of his grip, however, and lashed out with the knife. Alek ducked and then reached up in the same instant, grabbing his arm and getting behind him. He twisted Zane's arm behind his back and then brought his elbow down hard between his shoulder blades. Zane went limp in his grip, and he shoved him roughly to the ground.

He staggered over to Jasmine's body and fell to his knees beside her. "Jasmine!" He tried, but she didn't respond. He reached out to her and, with a start, realized she was bleeding heavily. He got to his feet, looking over at Valentina; she had no visable wound, but was obviously injured as well. He rushed over to the phone, hesitating only one moment before he called the emergency number. No amount of healing he could do here would cure them in time, and he simply would not allow them to die. If they had any chance to survive, they needed proper help, no matter what the consequences of getting exactly that could be.

As he held the phone up to his ear, he heard a bit of movement from across the room, and whipped around just in time to see a gray flash go out the door, and it shut loudly. He slammed his fist as hard as he could on the table, but was unable to do anything. "Yes," he said shakily, "I need an ambulance."

Amy and Paul burst into the Halady Theatre, seeing Chloe on the stairs and the motionless body of Brian lying across her lap. They skidded to a halt in front of them as she looked up, tears running down her face. "He's dead." She whispered slowly.

"Oh my God, Chloe!" Amy cried, and both of them hurried to bend beside her. Chloe inhaled sharply in pain as Amy tried to help her up, suddenly becoming aware of her injuries. "Oh God, Paul, call for help!"

Paul stood, already on his cell, and then began speaking into the receiver. Chloe, too distracted to hear him, looked at Amy, who took her hand. She barely felt it, placing her other hand on Brian's chest. "No…" she murmured for what must have been the tenth time, closing her eyes as more tears fell from them. She blinked, lightheaded and feeling as if none of this was real, though she knew it was. She sensed Paul on the other side of her, but could now only focus on Brian, detached from the rest of the world as she stared at him. I killed him, was the only thought going through her head, repeating over and over again as if seeing it wasn't enough.

Amy looked at her boyfriend, now crying herself, and Paul replied to her silent question. "They're their way."

Amy sniffed, struggling to hold back a sob and placing her hand on Chloe's shoulder, realizing she was trembling. The Uniter closed her eyes weakly as the pain from the gunshots began to grow stronger again, wondering if she was going to lose yet another life. She vaguely heard Amy speaking to her, but couldn't quite make out the words before she faded into darkness. When she opened her eyes, she saw blurred figures around her, unsure who they were, and felt herself lifted and placed onto another surface, a bit softer than the stairs. There was incoherent yelling, then movement, and then she slipped off again.

Finally, Chloe got a firm grip on awareness and blinked, sitting up before she had a chance to take in her surroundings, gasping at the pain it caused. "Chloe, don't," a familiar voice said, and hands gently pressed on her shoulders to get her to lie down again.

Chloe leaned back and blinked several more times, realizing she was in a hospital bed, and she glanced down at her mid section, which she could feel was bandaged tightly under the white shirt-type covering she was now wearing. She raised her head to Alek, who solemnly looked back, appearing dazed and exhausted. "How…?"

"Zane attacked Jasmine and Valentina." He said before she could finish, and she took a startled breath. "Are they all right?"

"Jasmine's in bad shape, but she's alive."

Chloe could feel tears welling up in her eyes again. "…And Valentina?"

Alek swallowed hard and glanced to the window briefly before looking back, struggling to hold back tears but not quite managing it.

"No. She's gone."

A/N: So! Kind of short, but it's a bit more like a prologue than a chapter. Please review and tell me if you'd like me to continue this! The chapters will be longer if I do :D Most likely this will be a Chloe/Alek pairing…although, I'm not quite sure someone else is out of the picture just yet. x) Next chapter, my readers, next chapter…

Again, I hope you liked it!