Alex

When Alex exited the mirror, she found herself standing in an alley within some city she didn't recognize. She thought she was alone until she heard a voice.

"Hey there babe."

It was undoubtable that the man standing in front of her was her other self. But he was bigger, older and looked a lot meaner.

"Cat got your tongue. Or are you just taking in how sexy I am," he said with a smirk. He stepped towards her, but she pushed him back. The force of her push sent him back a ways.

"Don't touch me," she snapped.

"Ok, I got it bitch. Clearly you're mental or something," he said. Alex felt angry boil within her until she remembered that this is another version of herself.

"Tell me bitch, what are you doing here anyways?" he asked, putting his hands back into his pockets.

"And what are you supposed to be, some kind of thug?" she asked, making sure he stayed far away.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I beat people up then rob them. If the crew needs it, I might even kidnap or kill someone. Haven't yet, but I will," he said, throwing up a gang sign. She took a step back, her breath beginning to quicken.

"How does someone become a low life like you?" she asked, fighting through her shakey breath.

"There was this loser back in school I'd beat up just for fun. Nothing can top the feeling of proving you're better than someone by beating them up. The life of a thug let me experience that whenever I want," he said.

Alex's heart stopped. It was at this moment that she realized just how close she was to turning into this.

If she wasn't brought onto the show, this is what she would have become.

"Besides, there is another benefit," he said, snapping her out of her thoughts. To her horror, he pulled a gun out of his pocket.

"I get to fuck all the bitches I want. And looked like a good one," he said with a disgusting smirk. Alex backed up, her mind frozen by fear. Her back hit a wall, and he violently grabbed her neck. Thankfully, she could still choke out some words.

"I'm done."