Chapter 9

Alternate Ending (Sequel follows this ending)

Tragedy

"Zack! Cody! I am going to the studio to record a new song, wanna come?" Kurt yelled across the house.

Zack and Cody did not respond so curt went ahead and climbed the stairs to the twins' bedroom. He opened the door and found Zack and Cody, both in their pajamas and both on their respective beds, sleeping soundly as if there were no tomorrow.

Kurt nudged both of the twins' shoulders and both came up groaning and mumbling undistinguishable words.

"Zack, Cody, I am going to the studio and record a new song, do you wanna come?" Kurt whispered.

Zack and Cody woke up immediately and nodded.

"Okay then, I will wait for you outside the door in ten minutes.

The twin nodded and immediately began getting dressed.

Ten minutes later, both twins were on the car and began adjusting their seatbelts when Kurt came in the car. He turned on the automobile and drove all across town.

Kurt parked outside a formal looking building. The walls were of a navy blue and several windows were meticulously scattered across the building. A crystal door was placed in the middle of the building and bold black letters read "USA Recordings" above the door.

Zack, Cody and Kurt entered the building and Kurt motioned the twins to sit in the waiting room area.

"I will be back in about thirty minutes. Here is fifteen bucks, if you get hungry, there is a café on the other side of the street," Kurt said as he handed Cody the fifteen dollars.

"Okay dad, good luck!" Both twins said at the same time and they hugged their father.

Kurt departed through a brown door at the other side of the room.

"So, thirty minutes stuck here, what should we do?" Cody inquired, turning to Zack who was busy staring at a young woman with dark brown hair, green eyes and white skin behind a desk.

"I don't know about you Cody, but I think I found my own entertainment for quite some time," Zack said as he stood up from the red couch and headed for the desk.

Oh God Zack, just don't. Remember we have Jessica and Janice!

Shut up Cody!

Cody rolled his eyes and followed Zack to the counter.

"Hello. Hey, I know I look 16 but I am much bigger than this," Zack said with a cocky smile.

The woman behind the desk looked up at Zack and smiled.

"Nice try, sweetie," the woman said.

"Darn!" Zack said and he and Cody walked away.

Once they sat down in the red couch again, Cody proposed, "Hey, let's go to the café, anyways, I am hungry."

Zack nodded and followed Cody out the door, across the street and into the café which luckily came out to be the twins' favorite, Starbucks.

Both Zack and Cody ordered a Caramel Macchiato and both of them sipped it down in about ten minutes. They talked for about five minutes when they thought they should be getting back to the recording studio.

Once out the door, Zack and Cody noticed something was not right. A few trails of smoke were leaving off the side of the recording studio. An ambulance with its sirens still ringing was arriving in front of the building and a few police cars were on the other side of the street.

The twins looked at each other and ran across the street and in front of the building.

When they tried to enter the building, a bulky policeman held them both firmly outside the building.

"Hey, let us go through!" Zack screamed,

"This is not a game, guys, go home" the policeman said as he was beginning to go inside.

"We have to go in!" Cody screamed.

"Oh yeah, give me a good reason why," the policeman challenged.

Both twins frowned, hard.

"Our father is in there!" both twins roared.

The Policeman snickered and looked down at the twins.

"How do I know this is not a joke only for you to know what is going on?" the man rudely responded.

Suddenly, Cody lost his patience.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" He yelled.

The policeman seemed really surprised now.

"How dare you to speak to me like that. I can take you to jail for-" the policeman began.

"What?! For you being a stupid-ass jackass!? If we tell you our dad is in there is because he is in there! Now you fucking piece of lubber, MOVE!" Cody screamed.

The officer did not oppose and Zack and Cody ran into the building, across the door they saw their father go through, up the stairs and into the last floor. Once there, they saw a whole army of policemen and paramedics.

Zack and Cody walked slowly to the scene, already expecting what to see.

Zack nudged a paramedic's shoulder and he looked down at him.

"Can I help you?"

Zack gulped and responded, "Is Kurt Martin in there?"

The paramedic's expression softened and he looked into Zack's eyes.

"I think you should go in there and see for yourself," the man said. Zack and Cody walked pass a door and saw in terror a horrible scene before them.

The glass separating the control section to the recording section had been blown apart completely. Two people were on the floor smashed by controls and desks. The microphone used for recording was protruding from the very walls and a few specks of something red was scattered across the recording section.

Zack and Cody walked into the recording station and looked down at the floor. There in the floor, Kurt Martin was dead with a piece of shattered glass sticking out his throat.

Two Weeks Later

"Welcome to the Tipton," Mr. Moseby welcomed.

"Thank you," Carrie said without an expression as she received the two pairs of keys to her suite.

Zack, when I thought we were moving out to forget about dad-you know-I thought we were going to move to another city, not just moving two blocks away from home!

Zack sighed as he, Cody and Carrie climbed onto the elevator.

I know, but I guess it is a new start.