Instincts: A Hannah Montana/Waverly Place Crossover
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Crucial FYI: If you haven't read my fanfic Shockwaves, please read it first. This direct sequel would have spoilers and probably be very hard to follow otherwise. It'll all fit into place this way. If you have read Shockwaves and are prepared, make yourself comfortable and get ready for the next level.
Back at Lake Eric, Turtle Island…
Under the abandoned lighthouse of corruption, even the FBI's National Security Branch's network of headquarters was mentally smitten. Regardless of the advanced wireless helmets on the operatives' countless heads, they were paralyzed in their head cerebellums. That is, until Executive Miranda and Agent Harper started to open their eyes in confusion back at Miranda's shady office. They were both sitting on a repositioned visitor couch with a video projector aimed at the opposite wall's now clear blue projection screen. Harper wondered in a temporary daze, "how…long were…?" She was rubbing her eyes as if it might've been a nightmare. Miranda checked her antique wristwatch with an unsettling startle.
The Assistant Director revealed in mutual disturbance, "five days." Agent Harper turned to her partner with puzzling vex.
She examined for confirmation in confusion, "are you serious?(!)" Miranda was rotating the hands on the mechanical interface clockwise to point at some Roman numerals to represent hours and minutes. The glass face overlooking the watch face quickly changed its viewpoint to align with a security camera lens in the unified direction of the three nano sized arms(seconds, minutes, hours).
Miranda insisted ironically, "I never kid." She noticed other operatives with multiform relief starting to come to consciousness.
Harper checked in hybrid fury, "then what do we do? I know we previously prepared for a memory wipeout, but not of this magnitude!"
Miranda begun to ensure her, "I know Harper, but if our memories are intact and no one else was able to have this experimental technology prior to the impact…"
Harper concluded in dark sweet understanding, "we can reboot everyone else's minds with our ethic morals and become leaders of the free world."
Miranda recalled, "but first, we need to know which memory set truly matches this future." She sat back in her chair, deep in thought. The cold rock and opera music background blend played on with no end in sight.
Harper suggested in assurance, "what if I set off to discover the answer myself?"
Miranda answered in satisfaction, "a noble idea, Harper…but aren't you forgetting something?"
Harper assumed a little uneasy, "umm…my gadgets?"
Miranda answered with a chuckle, "no, but there's that too."
Harper wondered, "then, what is it?"
Miranda pointed out, "do you think I'm going to sit back and relax while the world is in potential anarchy?(!) No way."
Harper argued, "and what about the brainwave technology that's still very shaky and new?"
Miranda pragmatically protested, "all I need to do is lay out a blueprint of the technological solution...which should only take a few hours with my training."
Harper responded uneasily shaken, "sorry, Miranda. I just feel kind of drained from being comatose in unconsciousness."
Miranda nodded empathically. She assured her, "I can relate."
Harper proposed suggestively, "then I'll set the Monster Hunters on patrol and double check the zoom lenses on our exterior security network in case the monsters are wreaking havoc."
Miranda added in festive content, "very well. Check on it."
Infinitely multitudinous miles away in Arizona…
A monstrous shadow barely merged with the shadows of the dawn shaded forest. Light brown fur covered the animalistic humanoid. It turned around in squealing alarm as a rustle sounded from a massive tree. The giant rodent capybara like being was standing on its two webbed human sized feet. In fact, the creature's body dimensions seemed directly in the range of a normal human's measurements. The supersized rodent ran deeper into the wild as another 2-legged monster started pursuing. The sun began to climb up the brightening sky.
The other monster growled in frustration as it used its sharp claws to tear through the low hanging branches, sniffing for the prey. Even most of the usual wildlife seemed in slumber due to being close to human intelligence themselves from more dire and isolated conditions since the beginning of ancient humans. That is, except for the neglected insects, worms, and plant life cloaked in greens and dirt.
Suddenly, the barking rodent humanoid jumped on top of the back of the monster covered in reddish fur. This giant dog coyote like being of equivalent extent surface measurements and more murderous intentions slammed the rodent humanoid against a tree trunk in reflex. The rodent beast moaned in pain as it landed on the ground. The 2 legged capybara anthropoid rolled out of range of a fury of coyote claws in the nick of time and kicked in rebuttal. The humanoid coyote hybrid's hands were rammed at the ground, stuck in feet of solid dirt. The humanoid capybara hybrid used the howling coyote's body as a fulcrum anchor to pull itself back to its feet. The standing coyote's arms abruptly resurfaced from the surface and slashed at the standing capybara. The biped capybara leaned backwards to the point of kicking in semi flip the hybrid coyote in the head, its webbed feet providing unnatural stability. As quickly as it ended, it started up again.
A second growling coyote biped leaped from a bush at the hand standing biped capybara.
The hybrid capybara by instinct slammed its propped chest at the attacker in nervous chirping at the last second. The unsuspecting antagonist fell to the ground knocked out. The biped capybara struggled to the ground on its feet, its bruised back aching like crazy. Suddenly, the hybrid cried in pain, clutching his head in horror. He crouched down, hoping that it'd somehow stop the inner torture with closed eyes dripping of tears. His fur and enlarged bones started retracting like hidden knives. His pupils returned to normal color scheme. His shredded shards of clothing barely clothed his now normalizing humanity, recovering from an advanced instinctive nervous system overload. Johnny got up, relieved of the halt in pain as if he thought it was his release from prison bondage. He wiped his tears off, but was still confused. Johnny muttered in a low cautious voice, "where…am I?" He ran through the grass towards a bordering desert, desperate for an inkling hint of civil identity.
Across the globe, around the Mediterranean Sea in Europe, Italy…
Another monster species of a different variety were flying over a deadly perilous mountain range below. Ironically, the only truly deadly thing about them was how hard it could kill almost any humanoid at this relatively mountainous height in the falling sky of seemingly endless whirling raindrops and lightning. The winged monstrous humanoids had lighter color themed feathers around their heads and darker solid feathers around the remainder of the upper body as if they were fur coating...all of diverse colors. Their freakishly long canine teeth came out of concealed holes in their upper lip as if they were small tusks. Their feet and hands deviously resembled a sickly yellow exoskeleton. These hybrid eagle bipeds had wingspans of feather and tissue as big as three common human torsos end to end…fighting over each other for impulsive territorial dominance. The white headed eagle hybrid buckled a strong wing against the chin of a cawing brown headed biped eagle, catching it off guard.
The shrieking brown headed hybrid eagle fell backwards into a stunning lightning bolt. The unconscious beast spiraled to its unforeseen death with the now inevitable collision of mountain and dire animal. A long trail of feathers flew in updraft from the doom. Now it came down to the white headed hybrid eagle and black headed biped eagle.
The white headed biped eagle chuckled as though it was a parrot. The two eagles clinked their claws at each other in battle like blades. A strong wind current suddenly swept them under the wing, hurling them towards the thin distant plane below.
The black headed hybrid eagle flipped over the white headed hybrid eagle with vengeful chuckling. It caught the wind current's rim with outstretched arms, launching at the white headed biped eagle like a missile projectile.
The white headed hybrid eagle cawed in intense anxiety. It curled up into a cocoon of feathers to turn into a pod trapped in the slipping grasp of hope of escape from the rising circulation of the air wave creeping up on the flat plain from down under. The black headed hybrid eagle swooped in defiance and unleashed hatred with its canine fangs aimed at the white headed hybrid eagle's neck.
It launched its head and spread arms directly for the black headed biped eagle's skull, both in death defying screaming. The black headed biped eagle pulled its feet up and grabbed all the potential weapons with its limbs in violent protest. It was about to snap the white headed biped eagle's neck under distressing quickness. The white headed biped eagle abruptly extended its wings in hunches to catch the powerful wind current before the other biped eagle could react in rebuttal.
The black headed hybrid eagle shrieked in terror as the white headed hybrid eagle had enough time with the distraction of the noticeable dangerous momentum to cut into the other hybrid eagle with its fangs. The black headed biped eagle sunk into afterlife while its limp body was picked up like a popped balloon towards the merciless ground. Its neck had two puncturing deep red gashes. The white headed hybrid eagle swung over the death stricken corpse to save itself from the cruelty and cold of the storm, nearly fatally colliding with the plain below. The white headed biped eagle tumbled to the grassy ground and back to her feet.
She grabbed onto her fangs in pain, crouched down like Johnny and wishing the deep neurological terror within would pass like the now departing storm clouds. The sun started glowing upon the wet grass below. The remaining humanoid's fangs started distressfully retracting into her upper lip, which painfully swept off the red trace of the hunt from the medium sized and now shrinking tusks. Her feathers burst off as though they were enlarged sweat glands, clumping to the grass in a maximizing heap. Her extra bone plates sharply welded together as if they were being put into flaming bone casts. She too had only rags for clothing and increasing normality reaching back to thoughtful rationality in her extremely complex cranium headpiece. Juliet had a similar reaction of chaotic uneasiness and dark sweet joy of freedom. Juliet wondered in growing nervousness, letting the tears fall, "now…what?" She dragged the near decaying carcass behind her and started hiking back to the mountains behind her with minor difficulty, contemplating what the true meaning of life should be instead of being imposed upon.
