Disclaimer: Yeah, right, I wish. My mom thought the movie was crap. My dad thought it was 'very deep' and 'enjoyable'. He thought the costuming was the best. Mainly Cassandra. Oh, my dad. (laughs)

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Alex stood out in the sun next to her uncle, Cassandra standing on his other side. She had a faraway look, and was staring out to the horizon. There were no thoughts going through her mind. It hurt to think. Everything inevitably led back to Memnon, Takmet, or her dead family and friends.

When she saw Balthazar, though, Mathayus had to hold her back with an arm in front of her. If he hadn't she would have launched herself onto him, clawing and racking his skin with her bare hands. If she had remembered she had swords, she would have used those, too.

"Alexandria, calm down." She got her temper under control and watched him leave on his horse. Watching carefully out of the corner of her eye, she waited until Mathayus and Cassandra were busy with each other, and slipped to the back of the crowd. Paralleling the path the departing company was taking, she followed them.

It didn't take her long to spot him. Darting from the covers of trees and bushes to the next, she was able to slip into the group without calling too much attention to herself. Those that did notice her, she just flashed them a deceivingly charming smile and continued on her way.

A narrow path opened up in the people in front of her leading directly to Bathazar's horse. Hoping that nobody moved in her way, she ran. At the last possible second before she rammed into the north end of the south bound horse, she swerved to the left and punched him in the arm.

"What do you think-" The scowl on her face and the pain in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, and they promised death. If not now, then later. "Oh. Oh, no."

"The next time I see you, I will kill you to avenge Takmet."

"I was avenging his father." Tears rimmed her eyes.

"You have no idea!" she shouted. "He regretted what he did! He realized what he did was uncalled for and with no thought to anything else!" For a moment, she just looked at the ground, walking next to him, fuming.

"Still-"

"Just for your comments, I will do all that I can the make your death as long, slow and painful as I can." She shoved her way through the crowd, back towards Gomorrah, muttering to herself about possible tortures the entire way.

Some of the travelers noticed an angry looking girl, and would catch a word or two. "Cut it off… rusty… peel his skin off… salt acid… innards… flaming oil…" Some of them wondered if they should stop the obviously mentally unstable girl, but none dared to even make eye contact with her. The look on her face promised death to all who bothered her.

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The guards wisely moved out of her way as she stormed through the palace, muttering something about castration by bricks.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" The two guards fumbled at the door to the throne room as Alex turned around the corner they got it open just in time to avoid having their throats ripped out by her bare hands.

"Alex?" Cassandra asked. Looking up, all of her anger reverted back into sadness. Cassandra reminded her of Memnon, who reminded her of Takmet. Closing her eyes, she breathed a deep sigh. Upon opening them again, she walked over to the side of the throne and sat, one arm resting on her knee, her other leg streached out in front of her. It would be a long time before she moved again.

"Are you hungry?" Mathayus asked her. She made no move to show she heard him. "Alex?" He waved a hand in front of her eyes. Her eyes closed tight as he took a deep shuddering breath.

"No, I'm not hungry." Sighing, he turned and left. Cassandra knelt beside her and rested a hand on her shoulder.

"I worry about you, Alex. You need to eat." A vision came to her. In it, Alex was smiling and laughing in the sunlight. There was another voice, a man's, but it wasn't Mathayus. She recognized it, but pulled away before she saw his face. No, that was impossible, he was dead.

"Cassandra?" She looked down into her face.

"Yes, Alex"

"I don't know if I can live anymore." That remark just nearly broke her heart. Cassandra pulled her into a warm embrace and whispered in her ear.

"You will once more be happy and laugh, but you must survive." Before leaving, she kissed her on the forehead.

After about an hour, she heard the door open. She paid it no heed, and continued to stare at the floor.

"Alex," Her head shot up at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Oh gods," She scuttled backwards, away from him. "Why do you torment me with such visions?"