So sorry it took me so long to update this story, but after a lot of different responses I have decided to let everyone win. I will post alternate endings to this story. So here's the first one. Enjoy

Buildings spoke back as the gun shot reflected off of them. Neither car horns nor thunder could cancel out the life ending sound. Crimson blood covered the ground, only spreading more as seconds past.

Michael blinked realizing what was going on and where he was at. The gun clanked as it hit the ground. "What's going on?" a voice in front of him spoke out.

"Alex!" He ran to her, "Are you all right?"

He put his hand on her shoulder, not just to support her but to make sure it was real. Everything felt like a dream to him.

"Yeah," she took a second to see if she felt any pain, "I think so."

Her head was thrashing. The room felt as if it was rocking back and forth. Alex couldn't shake the feeling of sickness. Something to her just didn't feel right. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," Michael looked around at the destroyed room.

Papers were scattered everywhere as if a tornado had blown through. A desk was broken apart, with its drawn thrown across the room. But besides all that the room seemed fine. There was no bombs, no bodies, nothing. Nothing seemed right.

"Was I about to shoot you?" her voice was shaky. She was scared of the answer.

Michael looked at her. "I think I was about to shoot you," he couldn't believe what he was saying, but he knew it was true. The girl was like his daughter, and yet on he had his barrel pointed at her a minute ago.

It hit them like a ton of bricks. The fact that they were about to kill each other in cold blood sunk in.

Alex heart couldn't believe it. The last thing she remembered was Amanda saying a gun shot was the last thing she was going to hear…. And then it was blank. Alex had no idea how she got to the point of almost killing Michael.

She looked up as she watched Michael move towards the window. His eyes were squinted as h e was trying to focus on the building across the street. Something seemed off, but no matter how hard he tried to see it was too dark.

"What is it?" Alex was confused by him.

"I don't know," he tilted his head curious.

All of a sudden lightning flashed, illuminating the roof tops.

His mouth dropped, his breath taken away. No words came out from him. Michael could feel his hands shake at the sight. Now more than ever he wished it was a dream, that he would jolt awake and be safe at home with her.

"What's wrong?" her heart fell to her stomach as she saw his pale face.

His lips tried to move but couldn't. He blinked repetitively, trying hard to hold back his tears. But he couldn't they fell like anchors. Michael couldn't breathe from the sight.

Alex walked over to the window. She covered her mouth in shock. The lightning flashed once more, lighting up their nightmare.

"…Nikita…" Michael said in his breath.

Across the street her body laid there. Her arm dangling down from the rooftop as her finger hung onto her gun.

Michael and Alex took no time to think. They slammed the door open running as fast as they could to the building. Puddles splashed, their hair and clothes soaked, the rain had no sign of letting up. They ran up the blood stained steps in the building. A trail of Nikita's moments was at their feet. The more floors they climbed the more blood that covered the floor.

"Nikita!" Michael yelled out as he reached the rooftop.

Alex stood back as she could see Nikita's body lying on the edge of the building. She couldn't bring herself to go to her. She didn't want to see all the blood.

Michael ran to her. No… just please no!... He stopped inches away from her lifeless body. Her body camouflaged crimson and water.

He fell to his knees, picking her up in his arms. "Nikita please!" he lifted her head, hoping for any kind of response.

Her head just fell right back down, splashing blood on Michael's face. "Nikita… Nikita... what happened?!" a small voice came from the inside of her ear.

Michael took out the earpiece and put it in his ear. "Birkoff what the f*** happened?" tears waterfall down his cheek.

"Michael?..." Birkoff paused, "Does that mean Alex is…"

"She's right here with me," he wrapped Nikita in his arms, hugging her tighter than ever, never wanting to let go, "Why is Nikita…" he couldn't say it.

"She… only had three choices," Birkoff could barely speak, "It was you, Alex or her."

"Birkoff what the h*** are you talking about. Nikitas dead!" he became wired with hate and sadness.

"… Amanda brainwashed you and Alex to fire at each other," he took a deep breath pushing his hair back, trying to get a hold of himself, "The only way to snap you guys out of it was if either yours, Alex's or Nikita's heart stopped… for good."

"… She killed herself…" Michael breathed out in shock.

"It was the only way… or else one or both of you guys died… I'm sorry Mikey."

The drops of rain slowly fell, making their home on Nikita's face. Each time looked like a tear as it streamed down her cheek. Michael brushed her face, erasing her tears like he did so many times before. But this time there was no one there to erase the pain in his heart.

Michael buried his face in her hair. She had made the ultimate sacrifice, but he wished he had chosen to let him go. The pain of life without her was far too great.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly looked up and saw the sun peering through the dark storm clouds. For a moment, a single moment, he could have sworn the wind sounded like her. The words couldn't have been any clearer for him; he had heard her say it every night. The wind whistled, "I love you."

I know a lot of my stories don't have happy endings, but I do that on purpose. A lot of the amazing stories on here have some kind of happy endings. So I want to mix things up a little, giving you happy and sad endings. That way you guys really don't know what to expect when you read my stories. But still Much love to you all and I will hopefully post the next alternate ending sometime this week.