I woke up to Yvette's relived face. But as I stated earlier, no time to enjoy the moment. I jolted straight up, shocking Yvette back. She crawled forward again as I looked around. Jamie was frozen in a red, glass-like substance, a look of desperation permanently engraved onto her face. 

I looked up, still sitting on the bench. Alison was standing right in front of me. Her eyes were fully red now, and I could tell that whatever was inside her, had taken over. The wind started to blow more and more heavily as Alison clenched her fists. Rain started to tap on our heads. "Ali-" She cut me off with a deafening, ragged scream. Thunder and lightning clapped and the wind blew faster. Her fists started to take a red glow.

A few guests heard the scream and ran out. George was in the front. Seeing Alison's state, he stepped back in shock. "A-Alison!" He shouted. "What happened to her!?"

I ran back, Yvette's hand in mine, and started screaming over the wind and rain. "It's not her! It's something inside of her!" I then thought to add. "Something magic!"

A woman ducked behind George and two men screamed. "Witchcraft! I knew it only lead to bad things!" She picked up a rock and was about to throw it, when George stopped her. 

"Stop! Everyone calm down!" He was shouting, while a man, (possibly the woman's date,) grabbed George's arm and started fighting. 

Alison screamed again, cutting everyone's fighting and chaos off. But before they could even think to process her scream, she let out another blast of magic. The entire crowd was forced indoors, where the doors slammed behind them. Before George could get back to them, Alison let out another blast that covered the whole building with the same red-colored glass substance. George and the rest of the crowd pounded on the doors, trying to get out. But we could barley hear them. 

"I thought you wanted a fairytale, princess." Alison said. It brought our attention back to her. Her voice was utterly terrifying. When she spoke, two voices came out. The voice of Alison, and the voice of someone else... the original witch. Whenever her mouth opened to speak, Alison's words matched up, but even though they were speaking at the same time, it almost seemed as if the Witch's voice was out-of-sync. The Witch's voice was much older, more mature. 

I held firmly onto Yvette's hand. "And I got it! So you can go now! You've been defeated!" I shouted. The weather was getting worse. 

"No I haven't!" She screamed. Her voice was raw, and angry. She let herself calm down and smiled at us. "I'm still here. I still have your friend's body." She said. Despite the weather, we could hear her perfectly, even if she didn't yell.

"Then let her go!" Yvette shouted. 

The Witch just ignored Yvette. "Prince...ESS Charming has outlived her usefulness." She let out another blast of red magic. Yvette dropped my hand and instinctively crossed her arms to shield her face. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face clenched up as she became frozen, just like Jamie. 

Looking around, I realized that, unless I counted Alison, (which I didn't,) I was totally alone. The Witch sensed my panic, especially over Yvette. "That's the way it's supposed to go in fairytales, right? Prince Charming is useless up until the moment that he kisses the princess awake. Then he goes back to being useless. Like he was never even there."

I felt tempted to correct her with a "She" but I held myself back. It was not a good time for my pedantic tendencies. So instead I went with; "What do you want?!"

"I want this fairytale to go MY way this time. I have to thank you and Alison for the setup. I have the full cast, right here in the palm of my hand." She said. 

"And what way does YOUR story end?!"

"With me. With Everything. With the princess being forever asleep, and the wicked witch being revived." She said. She slowly came over to me. I wanted to call for help, but everyone inside the building had run away. When I turned around, The Witch was right in front of me. She placed a hand softly on my cheek. I never realized just how cold Alison's hands were. Is she technically "Dead" while being possessed? She pointed up at the clock tower, ticking away. 

"See that clock? Once it hits midnight, the spell will end, and everything will be permanently the way it happens to be at that moment. When it hits midnight, two things have to happen; I have to remain in control of this body, and you have to be under the sleeping spell."

I pulled back and placed my hands on my hips. "But I'm already awake! Looks like you've lost already!"

"Not quite." She turned around and picked up the apple I had taken a bite out of; the one that made me fall asleep earlier. "Snow White woke up from her sleep, but the poison never went away, right? So if you bite this apple anytime before midnight, you will fall asleep again. And If you're asleep when the clock strikes 12..." She didn't finish her sentence. 

"What happens if I'm still awake when the clock strikes 12?!" 

"In that case, the curse over you is broken. But that won't happen. "

"And why not?!"

The Witch snapped her fingers and Yvette, frozen beside me, disappeared. "We'll be waiting in the clock tower."

"Yvette!" I screamed. "Why?! Why is any of this necessary!?"

The Witch laughed. "What kind of girl doesn't want to come back from the dead? And in a younger body, no less. But if I'm going to come back, then I want real witchcraft to come back. The Original Witchcraft. Pure, evil, witchcraft. And the perfect way bring it back is to remake the original fairytale- except here, the witch wins."

I clenched my fists. She smirked. "Clock tower. Be there before midnight, Princess."