WOULD FALL DOWN

How come I never hear you say.

I just wanna be with you.

I guess you never felt that way . . .

KELLY CLARKSON

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10 years later . . .

Alex stood by the windowsill looking out into a city which she once loved but now was a turmoil of evil. The gardens were ruined to the rubbles in which it came. Her life seemed now like a fairy tale, with no Prince Charming in sight. Alex was in the tallest building on the highest floor above the city. She took in a deep sigh. The view would have been grande if San Francisco was not a hell on earth, along with the rest of the world slowly becoming hell too.

Everything from the tower looked grey. The people were slowly going insane under the dictatorship. The sky even, with the sun radiate in the sky, seemed dark and sullen. The world had changed so much and all hope was almost gone. He was becoming stronger by the day, no one could stop Him. Alex took another deep sigh, still in the midst of thinking.

The ruler made all worship her every move, every word that Alex had ever spoken. He wanted the world to love her like He did. Alex knew that His love was not what true love felt like. What He thought of her was lust, obsession that was tilting off the edge. The world was not meant to be like this, He was meant to be good. Just like His parent were, yetHe became evil. Taking Alex with Him as Queen of everything He would rule. She was still good though and every night she stared out the window wondering what life would be like.

What life would be like if Wyatt had stayed good?

Alex knew that there would be no answer to this question. It was decided long ago that Wyatt would be the root of all evil, destroying all good in his path. Even if it meant hurting the ones who truly loved him. Alex knew that the world she saw in her dreams could never be. Would never compare to this hell. For this hell was her life until she would die.

There was just no way to make Wyatt good. Nothing could stop this horrible future from happening. For if it did then why would she be locked in the tower of her own right now, in this hell. Awaiting a Prince Charming who she only saw in her dreams. Then to only wake up next to Wyatt and realize that it would never be.

She sat there with her brown locks of hair up in a bun and her foggy green eyes peering out into the distance for a long time. Her porcelain skin cover in goose bumps in the cold October air. Alex did not feel the cold though. She just stood there in a tank top and shorts. The cold was just another thing she could not feel. She was numb like her skin peering over a destroyed world that she once knew.

She closed her eyes and made a wish on the stars above her hell. Where good thing laid and love was found. This was where Alex placed her wishes upon. Tonight was the same as any other night before. Her head held high toward the sky and eyes closed shut tight. She wished for this hell to be gone, for Alex to find some good in what Wyatt had become, and for Prince Charming to rescue her from the tower.

Alex slumped into a chair, she was back to square one. Wondering what life would be like, again, if he had become good. She remembered what she once heard that dreams were just dreams and nothing would change that. Though, maybe just one wish or one dream could make this hell a heaven. A glorious heaven, with no fire that burned the skin. No Wyatt who was filled with lust and obsession over her. Alex was use to thinking deeply, it was all she could do in her tower when down below others worshiped her. She knew that this should not be, there were more important things in the world than her. There, though, people flocked because it was what Wyatt wanted them to do. His power was influencing the peoples every move, every thought that ran through their minds.

This is what made him happy. But Alex wanted to be free of his embrace.

A glow of white light appeared behind and she pretended not to notice. She did not want to talk now of what could not be. Only to keep it to herself as a little get away in the dark of the lonely night with Wyatt. His body pressed against the window frame leading to the deck in which she was sitting on. He smiled but Alex could not see. Nor could she see his eyes peering at her with love and warmth or his brown hair falling before his eyes. She could only see the shadow his body cast in the dark sunset. He knew exactly what Alex was doing and it was nothing new to him. He only wished she would stop and live out of her head.

When he came to visit during the day, she was always there. Waiting for something to happen but never wanting to make the first move. She was frightened by Wyatt and held it deep inside her heart. He wanted to make things better but Alex would not let him in. How could he help her if he did not know what the major problem was?

"Figured," He began sounding a bit cocky in his voice, "I'd find you here as always. Dreaming but never taking action." His smile slowly faded knowing that what he said to Alex was true and that it would not affect her anymore. Teasing never worked on Alex for a long time. He knew that she was numb.

Alex turned around now, slightly offended by the words he had spoken. She knew what world come next if she let him talk. Alex would rather be the one asking the questions around here and persuading him to do what was right. "Well then, what are you going to do about it Chris? Kill him? He is your own brother you know."

Chris stood up for a moment about to say something but went back to leaning on the window frame shortly after. He hated to see Alex like this, with all the light and joy she once beheld swiped away from her eyes because of lust and obsession. She looked so helpless and lost in the way of the hell on earth, with her good and pure heart. Their eyes met and that gave Chris strength to speak up, "Well me and Bianca found a way. And, it involves no violence, well actually in a way it does. I'll go back to the past to save Wyatt from whatever turned him."

"Chris you are out of your mind! Do you actually think that this will work?" Alex could not believe her ears had Chris Halliwell truly gone mad. Sure, Wyatt did want him dead but that was not an excuse to do such a thing. There was no sure way to see if their mighty old plan would ever work. "I mean if one demon does not get him there are still countless more. There is still a chance that this world will still be here."

"And there's an even greater chance that this world will not be here." Chris took a hesitant step toward Alex, she was still unsure of the idea. How could he prove to her that this would work in the past. "The Charmed Ones won't know who I am, all they'll think is I'm their new white lighter and that is it. If I don't save him then I will have to go to a plan B."

Alex looked up at him, still not wanting to believe in a word that Chris was saying. Could he really pull this whole thing off and with Bianca by his side. This was all too much to handle right now but yet this could be the moment Alex had been waiting for, "Why tell me then Chris? I'm not part of the plan."

"Well . . ." Chris began wondering how to put what he needed in words. His hands began to scratch his head. Alex stood in front of him knowing what he was going to say. They had truly been friends too long.

"I'll do it. Okay. But you owe be big time when this whole scheme is done with. I'll cover your sorry ass." She did not like the idea of doing so, but it was for the good of the order going to a better future where life could be held. She just hoped the plan would work for what she had to do in order to help him.

Alex stood on the tip of her toes and placed a kiss on Chris' cheek. It was normal for her to do this. Chris was more family to her than anyone else. Her eyes darted toward the clock as she stepped away from Chris. "You need to go now." Her eyes looked up at his, "Tell Bianca I said congratulations, okay."

Chris nodded as he leaned in for a hug, "I'll orb in tomorrow and tell you when, okay." Alex only nodded as Chris orbed away in her embrace. Shortly after his departure another glow of white light appeared right beside her thinking chair.

Alex did not want to turn around, she knew who it was. The normal icy feeling could be felt by her numb skin. It was the only thing she could feel anymore because it was all Wyatt would let her. Loud footsteps came closer to her as the sun began to dip under the buildings. His arms wrapped around her as her body cried out in pain, she hated this. She hated him.

His voice ringed in her ears, a loud bell that stung her ear drums. Her eyes glanced away from his face. His long dirty blonde hair crinkled with waves intertwined with her long brown locks as he pulled it out her bun. His brown eyes burned her with the evil lurking deep within his soul.

Chris could not change this? It was impossible?

Wyatt could sense that something was deeply wrong inside of her. Though, he made no move to question what the problem was. He did not care anymore about Alex's petty little problems that were kept locked in the room. She was only here now for one reason. If it was not for his thirst for skin, than Alex would have been long dead along with the other good witches and white lighters that died many years ago. Then, when he was done with her, which he would never be, then she would go the same way as the others. The flames would consume her, only when he was done with her body. This is what he only thought of the beauty trapped in his strong embrace.

She knew that this way the only thing keeping her alive in the enemy's council.

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Chris kept true to his word. Alex did not notice his entrance by the frame of the window that night, she was far from that window. Chris began to wonder where she was but he heard a slight sound that comforted him. Laughter rung from behind the door of the bedroom. He slowly opened the door.

Alex looked up slightly surprised to see Chris standing in the door way of her bedroom. She willingly let him come in and take a seat. She knew why he was here and that did not make this visit any different from the last. She placed down the book that was laying in the grasp of her hands. Her only few comforts from the hell she was in. Along with Chris her only connection to the outside world below.

She could tell by looking in his eyes that something was wrong. Alex sat up and crawled to Chris, who was sitting at the other end of the bed. "Everything okay?" Chris did not make a move to turn around, his eyes gleaming outside the window.

He did not want to leave this place. He did not want Alex to be their cover up the night he was to leave. If he could, Chris would not even tell her when this all was going to take place. Though, Alex was the key element in this. If Wyatt was kept busy then he would not know what was going on in the Mansion. Then Chris would have safe passage to the past or at least safer passage than he would with out Alex.

His eyes turned around and looked at her green eyes, which questioned his every move. "I leave in a week." Alex took a deep sigh. A week would not be a long time from now, this she knew in her heart. "If I do everything right, then maybe they both would not have died."

Alex turned away from Chris. She did not like it when he brought up her sister and father. It was a pain in her heart that never fully healed. "Or at least Amy can be saved." Chris finished. Alex pretended not to listen. She knew that his last words were true. For if Wyatt did turn good then Amy would have been saved from the slaughtering of witches and white lighters. None of the gruesome deaths would have taken place.

Her father, though, Alex knew would still die the way he had done so many years ago and the pain of a daughter yearning for her father would still be there. Chris tried to say many words of comfort, apologizing for the words he spoke which cause pain. Those words did not work, only Alex pulling herself away from the comfort of Chris' voice.

She wanted him gone now. He knew how much pain those deaths had caused her. Alex wanted him gone forever. He knew when she closed her eyes she saw those deaths happening again in her mind. She would be saved then from remembering the death of her family with Chris gone from this world. Alex knew how to rid him. "I'll be ready in a week."

Chris looked at her with sadness. Alex did her best to pull back the tears that were now welling with in. Chris stood up and walked out of the room. He left her to wallow in her bucket of sorrows. Drowning herself in the tears which she shed many nights. Never grieving death but becoming more bitter at death it self. Though she knew deep down that death is not good or evil, the angel of death just is.

Chris' plan was now, mostly, all up to her.

Would Wyatt know what she was up? That was the question.

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