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Justin was entranced by the video. A young woman with jet black hair broke into the facility and destroyed months' worth of data. It was amazing how she got around the security so easily, especially since it was Justin himself who designed it. In the corner, the chief designer for his technology, Ezekiel Beakerman, looked nervously about. He was supposed to be designing watches that responded to Justin's magic, but found this new problem fascinating.

He sighed, there was only one person who could do all of that; Alex…

Justin found himself lost in memory. She lay on the floor after one of their sessions. This one had not been so bad. She did not bleed, or scream. Justin petted her cheek. It was odd to him that he felt like comforting her, but it felt so good, so natural to do it.

They talked. Not the usual kinky stuff. He asked her why she did not escape anymore. Wizards were immortal, he could do this forever.

"You have to let me go Justin; I can't do it without you."

He realized that he fell back into their old ways; he let her out. He wanted a challenge. He needed her to defy him.

Next time Justin claimed her, he wanted to know there was no hope. He ruled everything, not just a fantasy world.

The decision was rash, but exciting. She had not run to their parents (which he predicted) nor the wizards' council (which was actually a bit surprising, but Alex never did care for authority) she had completely disappeared for two years. In that span of time she had set up a reliable network of informants to combat him. That was three years ago. Now she was showing up on an irregular basis.

In his analysis, he could not help but notice the change. The limbo effect had paused her growth, but time had a way of catching up to her. Alex was in her early twenties and far more physical than she had ever been. It was amazing to him to watch his lazy sister to a cartwheel, flip, kick, and split to take out five guards at once. Maybe Alex had absorbed more from cheerleading than he realized.

Nevertheless, she was more agile now, as lithe as a serpent, and as flexible as a cat. It was mesmerizing. Rosie was watching the tape with him, so confused. She was unaware that he had released his sister. He played with Rosie's body as she watched. She slapped his hands when they got too familiar.
Justin flew into a rage, "I am the one with the power here!"

Rosie stepped back, startled, "Justin, baby, we have to figure out who this is!"

He smiled menacingly, scaring even her, "Don't you worry about that. Just get our pet; I want to play a game…"

But nothing seemed to satisfy him.

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Alex peeled her uniform off. It had been such a long day. She broke into three of Justin's facilities. The first, she made sure to make a mess. Let Justin see what she had done, destroy some lab equipment, free some prisoners, etc. The second had been with more stealth. This one she had to be careful with. As long as he did not realize she had gotten her hands on his private security detail, her informants were safe, for now. Of course he would eventually know, but the third was the most important: his journal.

She shuddered when she first saw it.

The memories flowed over her consciousness, penetrating her thoughts. There never was, nor ever would be, a proper time to address what had happened to her.

It was ironic in a way. Time had caught up to her. She remembered everything that happened to her, emotionally, all at once after leaving the journal. It nearly drove her insane. Her body aged a year in a week. It was stressful beyond imagining. There was simply no magic that could undo all the damage done to her.

She needed the journal for the same reason that Justin needed it; it was simply too personal to get rid of. Psychopaths need a souvenir, and Alex could not give him one. As she was stuck in stasis, he could not take a lock of her hair, or keep anything she entered with. So he kept the journal.

It was his kryptonite. Power always attracted the very worst element imaginable. She had reached out for help from the only person who would actually help her, albeit unofficially; Professor Crumbs. He broke the spells holding the book together. A flash shook the place. Three figures appeared Stevie, Harper, and Mason.

Alex ran and hugged her best friend in the world. Mason joined in, happy to see his girlfriend again, "What are we going to do love?"

She now had everything she needed to take back the world. Now Justin had to do his part.

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(Three months later)

Justin fiddled with his wand. And no, that is not a sexual inference. He was rolling his wand between his fingers considering the information he had just gleaned. Mason reported that Alex had put her hopes in a talented wizard more powerful than her brother. He smirked to himself. After all this time it was still about who was a better wizard. He always knew it would end like this…

Still, he considered what that meant. His spy had been sent along with Alex, knowing that whatever magic happened, she would not object to his sudden appearance.

He was strangely silent regarding Alex.

Justin thought about what wizard could beat him. Professor Crumbs, certainly could, but he would not take singular action against his junior. Felix had an awesome wand, but very little intelligence, and actually worked for the deviant.
After thinking it over a bit, Justin decided to put the boy back into his pocket. So far, he had let Felix have his way, but it was time to remind him who was in charge.

There was only one way to do that.

One flash and a limousine later found Justin and Felix heading to the latter's favorite club; the Wizard's Wand. The drinks, ride, and girls were all funded by 'Mr. Justin,' who made sure his ace in the hole was pleased. Naturally, Justin did not care for such things. Alcohol slowed the mind, the ride was too wild for his taste, and women… well, he knew exactly what he wanted from a woman.

Right after he had freed Alex, one of the Latinas at the club had propositioned him. He had refused, but she pursued him for some foolish reason. Within seconds she had been below him, suffocating as red crept into his view. He let her go, and told her pimp off. Justin was a shark in a small, small pond. Still, releasing the girl had bothered him a bit. It almost like he felt bad for her. He knew why though: he wanted Alex more. He put off harming others because Justin really, really, really wanted to go after Alex.

Still, he kept his toys in his journal. Except for Miranda, she was special. She had to see what he was, what he was becoming, and understand what was going to happen to her, forever. She was waiting for her at his mansion, a crazy smile stuck to her face. He painted one on, just so she could not even be depressed. Alex was… Gorog knew where, screwing up Justin's plans. He had to beat her, or she could actually win. What would happen to him then?

Apparently the place was under new management. He went to the bar and decided to have one drink after all. The announcer declared that a new dancer was coming to the stage. He frowned into his reflection in the alcohol. The place was barely covered as a prostitution front, and now he had to watch some girl willing put on display. It was like seeing meat he could not eat.

"Please welcome our finest Latina, Margarita!"

Expecting a tackily dressed whore, Justin was surprised when a form gracefully left the mist. Felix whooped happily as she started to grind. It was… unusual. Typically these shows were aggressive, dry hump this, lick that, get tips.

This was different; this was methodic, and clever. Her black hair was woven nicely in a complicated braid, sunglasses and hat covering her face. Her short skirt was reminiscent of the one that Alex had once worn to Tribeca Prep back when their principal lost his job, as was her sweater and top. Justin swallowed his liquor hard. The figure ground gently on the pole, taking her time. There was no music, no strobe; Just her in the spotlight making her way to Felix. She resembled Alex so heavily; Justin had to do a double-take.

She cast her sweater to the left, hitting Justin in the face. For one second, he had felt like leaping onto the stage, dragging the girl down by her hair, and rape her right in front of everyone. Something was definitely wrong with him. He knew that was not her. He caught sight of her form through the thin sweater slink down onto Felix for a moment.

The scent from the sweater crept up his nose. No… it could not… only a fool would come to a gentlemen's club right in front of a man who had raped her repeatedly, grind into his most powerful thug, then throw her panties into the crowd. She smiled like a cat, and pranced away, skirt bouncing up on down flirting with the crowd.

Yet, when he caught that last glimpse of her, he knew. Not because of her skin, but her spirit, it had to be her; no other woman had that kind of behavior. Justin rushed to the stage with every other man, fully aware that she was gone.

And she was gone-gone, like, no-one knew who she was or how she got there. And Justin tortured people for information with extreme prejudice. Felix, who got sick watching it, demanded he stop. The wheels in his boss' mind just kept turning. He whirled on the subordinate seized his wand, and read what was written on the side, "Made by Disney."

Justin howled in anger. Alex had stolen his most powerful weapon, and all he had in return was a sweater and a pair of underwear.

Oh… when he got his hands on her again… she would pay!

A.N. Usually I ask for reviews to keep going. This time, I only ask for views on Youtube.