Some people know that I am a sucker for alternate endings because I have a hard time making up my mind... As the title states, that's what this is. Dont get confused.

A bright flash of lighting made Skulker's armor shine on the other end of the bridge. I weighed my options. I wanted to finish him off, but I knew I couldn't. I didn't even have the thermos! I was so stupid back there. I turned around and tried to fly away silently hoping he wouldn't see me, but I realized that I wasn't even In my ghost form anymore! I must have changed back on accident somewhere along the way. I stepped lightly with my bad ankle, but gasped in pain. It suddenly started hurting again which really didn't surprise me.

"There you are ghost child." I heard a dark voice say behind me. I whipped around, and found myself face to face with Skulker.

"Look, I'm sorry Skulker, but do you think we can re-schedule?" I asked him. I didn't expect him to be like, 'oh sure! How about in a month?' but it was worth a try at least.

"Not a chance." Of course. "Ghosts are having a great time now that you were gone, let's keep it that way shall we?" He picked me up and threw me aside.

I flailed my arms out, hoping to catch something, anything, to keep myself from falling over the edge and into the freezing water. Thankfully, I landed on the ground, inches away from the edge. The bad part is, the ground was so wet I kept sliding right off the side. I barley caught myself on the edge with one hand, and reached up with the other. Looking up, I saw Skulker fly away. I screamed for help, but nobody was out walking in this weather! And Sam Tucker and Jazz were just to far away.

The rain and wind had picked up. I clung to the edge of the bridge for my life. I didn't want to die; new hope had formed. What's worse than killing yourself is falling to your death days after you decide that life really is worth living for. It was slippery and wet, my hands started to slip and I was just to weak to go ghost and save my ass. To weak to climb my way back up. I shouted for help as loud as I could, but it was storming now, wind roared and thunder shook the sky.

I hung on to the edge for as long as I could. Thinking about my life. Thinking about all the things I would miss being full ghost or wherever you go when you die. If I did become full ghost, where would I go? I couldn't come back. Even though my parents know I'm good, I would miss everything just to much. Hanging out with my friends would be to hard. I would even miss going to school and being ridiculed by my teachers!

How would my family react? Not to long ago, I was sure that they all hated me and wanted me gone. But I know now that they had all risked their lives for me. Wouldn't they be devastated should I die? What if they thought I had jumped on purpose? The last thing I wanted was for them to think I lied and killed myself. I was one Tucker's only friends, my parents only son, my sister's annoying but loved little brother. I was Amity Park's hero. And what about Sam? I had just made her mine just a day or two ago.

Sam. I couldn't leave her. I couldn't leave anyone of them behind, but Sam… Tears fell from my eyes as I thought about her. Tucker and Sam didn't get along enough to stay good friends without me. I remembered what it was like to not have Sam in my life when she accidentally wished we'd never met. I was so bored being alone with Tucker. I mean, sure he's my best friend but it's just not fun without a third person in our lives. How devastated would I be if I had absolutely no one?

I couldn't die. Why did I have to die? Especially when things were finally getting better! It's as if I wasn't supposed to live, that I was supposed to die long ago but somehow lived through it all and this is fate's way of finally getting rid of me. I tried once again to go ghost, with no luck and only slipped again, barley catching myself. The arm that used to be broken fell down by my side and I reached up with it again.

"No." I said quietly to myself. "No!" I screamed again. "I'm not going to die!!"

With all the pitiful energy I had left, I pulled myself onto my elbows. I tried to catch my feet on something, but the side of this stupid bridge was completely smooth and slick from the storm. I pulled myself up more, not even seeing anything anymore. I was about 10 seconds away from completely blacking out.

Somehow some way, I pulled myself all the way up, feet just barley hanging over the edge. Lighting flashed again and Thunder shook the world around me, but I barley noticed. I smiled a little knowing that everything was okay for now, and accepted the darkness, not waking up until hours later in my nice warm bed.

I actually wrote this after I wrote the original, but before I posted the original. If that makes sense. Whatever, let me know which ending you like better. :D

I also have at least two more sequels (Not alternates) that I'll be posting on this story. I thought about putting these as one-shots, but I figured it would be easier for you guys to find, and other people won't get confused should they read it without reading this story first.

I thought I would just write this alternate, and maybe a sequel. But I've come up with more I guess . Preveiws cause they're fun: The first one is basically how his family goes through this. Pretty sad but happish at the end. The other one is completly diffrent, not connected to the first one in any way. A certain 'someone' gets pissed at a certain 'someone else' and kicking their butt. -cough-vladgetsit-cough-