2

Trashing one's room was hard work. Screaming and yelling like a teenage diva being ignored caused her to pass out. Jerry and Theresa had waited for two hours after things went quiet to go check on Alex. Jerry lifted her off the floor and put her to bed. Theresa picked up the clothes and pushed the furniture back. Jerry would have to re-plaster the wall where Alex had nearly broken through the wall to Justin's closet and re-stain the floor where the bureau left scrape marks in the wood. Being parents never got any easy, but they were going to kill their daughter's big ego one way or another. They turned out the light and left the mystical princess in bed to find solace in her dreams, but on a path of moonlight through the open window, a presence of energy entered the room. In her sleep, Alex lightly shuddered, scratched her face and gasped lightly in her slumber. From out of the shadows of her room, a mysterious voice whispered to her.

"Alex…."

Alex opened her eyes fully awake.

The brunette teenage diva lifted her head to realize the darkness around her and scanned the shadows around her once and over again looking over the room. It sounded as if someone was in the room with her, but upon looking round, she realized she was quite alone. She dropped her head once more and tried to return herself to sleep. As her dreams started turning toward the Jonas Brothers and that "Twilight" actor, she heard it again.

"Alex…."

"Okay…" Alex sat up, switched on her bedside light and looked again. It sounded like a male voice whispering in her ear. She scowled a bit and looked around the room once over again. "Justin, if you're trying to scare me, you can forget it! I don't scare easy."

Silence.

"Like I said…" She tilted her head briefly satisfactorily, turned off her light and slid back into her bed ready to descend into a world of dreams where anything and everything was possible. She closed her brown eyes, sighed with a light gasp of air and once again tried to render herself into the realms of dreams. Her head buried into her pillow, her long dark hair cascading over her childlike features, she once more became susceptible to the idyllic silence of the room and the distant sounds of New York City muffled beyond the walls of her home. She heard a car horn from the next block, a police siren way over on Lexington and the mild roar of a garbage truck going up her sleep. Those were the normal sounds of living on Waverly Place, but over those noises, the sound of a voice whispered to her as if someone was right on her bed with her.

"Alex…."

"What?!" Alex was getting upset at these voices in her head. "What?! Who are you? What do you want?"

"How would you like to be immortal?" It seduced her with promises of power. Alex drew silent upon hearing that offer. Sitting up in bed with her hair askew and her t-shirt light twisted around her. Her left eyebrow went up interested.

"I'm listening…." Her honeyed voice echoed from her lips turning up into a curious smile.

"You'd be more than a mere wizard…." The voice promised her. "You'd be greater than a mortal sorcerer. Wiccans would call upon you for power. You would have the power to do anything you want, to go anywhere you want and you would live forever… never growing older than you look now."

"And…." Alex poked her feet out to the floor and looked around her room clad in her t-shirt and sweat pants looking for the source of the voice. She looked out in the hall, around her room and glided over to her closet looking for whoever was talking to her. "What would I have to do for these powers? How much do I have to give for them?"

"Nothing…" The voice sounded as if in were in her head. "What is your wish?"

"I want to be immortal." Alex said the words.

"Your wish…" The voice whispered. "Is mine to command…"

Something was happening. Alex felt herself lifting up. From off the floor, she began levitating off her feet and tilting backward ever so slighty. She grinned a lightly chuckled as the laws for Earth-bound mortals no longer applied to her. This was so cool! She was floating and her ceiling was opening up to her, turning into stars and planets and clouds of matter. Alex extended her arm out toward them and found energies pouring from her hands. Something wonderful was happening to her… something beyond incredible and divine. She raised her fist to the skies and thunder and lightning cracked as she flew skyward to a ceiling and roof opening up for her. Under her body, cities and landscapes were whirling past her at great speed. Deep in the sea she could see ancient serpents left over from the Mesozoic. Flitting around invisible to mortal man were the spirits and shades of long deceased mortals. Electronic signals from space danced through her mind as she heard and understood all the languages of Earth going through her at once. She understood them all. They were prayers and dreams, thoughts and ideas. The world was opening up to her, every sensation and feeling becoming hers to command. Every sensation, every feeling, even pinprick of human thought and compassion… it continued pouring through her. Her tiny mortal form was absorbing the sum total of knowledge from the universe. She was seeing and feeling the history of the universe rushing through her thoughts.

"It's too much!" She began screaming. Her eyes glowing with the energies of godhood, she felt her heart racing and exploding. Her tiny mortal body becoming something it was not meant to be. "It's too much! I don't want it!!!" Lightning was cracking and jumping from her fingers. She felt as if she was growing larger and larger, her body becoming too big for the known universe, moving her from one level of existence to the wasn't just the heavens opening up, it was reality falling apart... and a part of her was being taken away with it.

"Take it back!!!" Her voice screamed. "I don't want to be immortal! It hurts too much!! Take it back!!!"

She began screaming in pain just before becoming one with the nature of infinity.