Say hello to my first Wizards of Waverly Place fic! This went in a very different direction than originally planned, in fact, it is hardly like my original idea at all- minus a few bits.
Nothing But Trouble: Max Russo is a killer, literally. But what would you say if I told you that none of these events were accidental? Every Russo incident, was manipulated. Someone, with great power, has their eye on the Russo family. But which one? Mortal Mother Theresa, Once-was wizard Jerry, Justin- voted most likely to win the wizard competition, Alex- delinquent with heart, or Max-...well, he's just Max.
So, because I really don't want to put this at the bottom (which I won't!), Please Review. I would like to know your thoughts, where you think I'm heading, who this person is. Reviews make me smile =D
Chapter 1
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I awoke to the feeling of water dripping onto my head. I sat up, groggy. The water continued to drip, falling down my face. I shook my head, trying to wake up fully. I looked around, squinting my eyes. I was surrounded by darkness. Trying to remember where I was, and why, I realized something odd. I'm dead...I'm...I'm supposed to be dead. What's going on. It was at that revelation that I became aware of hushed talking, coming ever closer.
"You...are..awake" A deep voice said, pausing after each word. It was more of a statement than a question. "Such a bother..." Another said, a more feminine voice this time. "Wh-where am I? Who are you?" I asked, stuttering slightly. The deeper voice chuckled, "What...is...the matter, young one. Is..the...great- are you..scared?" he asked patronizingly, faking shock. The feminine voice, and a third person, also joined in with the laughing. "Hard to think this is the child who caused such havoc in the wizarding world...even if it was by our bidding" the feminine voice said. "What do you mean" I barked. I wasn't sure I had ever been so scared in my life. Yet, these people...what is going on. I ask myself in pure confusion. "What do we mean...it is simple young one. We are the ones responsible for your idiot of a brother winning the wizard competition. We are responsible for your whole life. We have been manipulating everything about you" the third voice said, introducing himself into the conversation, "...and several others" he added as an afterthought. Everything went silent, and I took that as my cue to speak. "What others?" I asked cautiously. "Oh, just some people that you know...very, very well" the third person said. I couldn't see, but I could imagine the sadistic grin he had on his face. I looked upwards to the slightly darker patches in front of me, where I presume them to be standing. I gulp.
"Wh-why am I here, I was dead, why did you bring me back?" I ask desperately. "Are you unhappy with our choice?" the feminine voice asked. "Tell me!" I yell, tears welling in my eyes. More chuckles are thrown my way. "It...was required..." the first voice said cautiously, as if unsure what words to use. "What do you mean, I don't understand" I choke out, tears running down my face now, "I was fine dead! I didn't want to be bought back, didn't I cause enough trouble already. I hurt people I care about, I deserve to be dead!" I blurt out, shouting towards the end. "Feeling self-destructive much? Heh, never mind. Shape up kid, have you any idea how many people would kill to have a chance to be bought back to the world of the living...no, I suppose you do, but we made you selfish in nature...though that had been glitchy in the months leading to your death..." the second voice lectured. "Don't act clueless, you know why that is, stop acting the fool" the third voice said, an irritated tone. I looked between the two voices which began to pass insults between each other. I heard the first voice sigh heavily. "What do you need me for? Who are you? What possible use can I be, if I was killed once then surely it would be as easy to do it again!" I ask, speaking quickly, feeling around me. That stopped the bickering. "What do we need you for...hmm, don't you worry about that sweetie" the second voice said, in a sickly sweet tone. "As for your use...well, like clueless over there said, you don't need to know, but trust me- we bought you back, so killing you sure ain't going to be easy sweetheart" the third voice included.
"You know who I am, clearly, but who are you?" I ask again, hoping they might give me some sort of clue. "Who are we. We, we are the leaders of the wizard world. We are the most powerful wizards there ever are, we are thousands of years old." The first voice said. "Then what use am I to you. Why have you been following my life?" I say, feeling like a child. The silence that followed my question felt infinite, for a while I thought they had left, I couldn't hear a sound. Even my own heart felt like it had stopped. "Hmmm, now wouldn't that be telling? You'll find out in time" the third voice says.
I felt like protesting, but before I knew it, the three figures had disappeared and I heard a door shut from somewhere across where I was being held. As soon as I was sure I was alone, I took the time to get up and walk around; figure out my surroundings. I took the time to ponder what I had learnt. These people say that they are the most powerful wizards there are...and the leaders of the wizard world? I thought for sure it was Professor Crumbs who was in charge...or at least high up. How much do I not know, or should I be asking, how little do I know. They're powerful, no doubt about it. Bringing someone back to life wasn't even something I thought possible, let alone watch someone their whole life. Manipulating it to how they want...how much of my life were they responsible for? They said they deliberately made it so I couldn't win the wizard competition...why, why would you set my life for me just to make me fail, that makes no sense, they must have some ulterior motive. And what, what is it they want from me? I, I'm not that powerful- so it can't be that. No, they're powerful, it's the last thing they need...so what do they need me for? With these confusing thoughts in mind, I ended my scouting of the area, coming up with nothing as I suspected. I collapsed back in what I think was my original position. I felt the tears build up again. Why is this happening to me?