Shockwaves: A Suite Life/Waverly Place Crossover
Part 8:
Justin realized, "oh, Alex! Don't tell me you…"
Alex glanced down at her untouched food in depressing confirmation.
Justin lashed out, "you are so in trouble this time! I wouldn't be too surprised if you were sent to boot camp after we clear all this up."
Alex's tears resurfaced in sorrow.
Justin then realized how mean he was being.
He put an understanding hand on one of hers.
As his allergies started to act up?
Justin tried to apologize, "Alex, I'm deeply… Hard sniffle! If only…communicated… Hard sniffle! Your mind…"
But... Alex retracted her hand in her current drowning state of mind.
She started pulling out her wand.
In growing sorrow of his own?
Max was getting teary eyed himself.
Max insisted desperately, "this is the only time I've gotten a secure future, and I'm not going to let either of you ruin it!"
They were about to start a furious wizard battle with their wands at the ready.
Unfortunately... An explosion sounded before they could.
The explosion came from a front door of the hotel.
The three Russo siblings got up and looked back in horror.
The Aim's revolving door had been ripped off its hinges and tossed aside as if it was just a pencil tip.
A pair of unrecognizable beasts of machinery and human hybrids was charging with unnatural strength and swiftness.
And... They were charging for the Russo siblings.
Each of the cyborgs seemed to have plumbing tubes for their circuit boxes, a refrigerator for a life support unit, tank tread systems extending out of metal encased feet, factory machinery for muscles, a computer console for a chest, and vacuum cleaners for hands…
It was all scaled down to human size.
Varied metal casings covered the rest of them.
In fact? The only human looking things about the walking fortresses was their rough physical shape and real hair sticking out.
One was orange-red colored with tubes of black. The other was yellow-blue colored with tubes of brown.
The redder cyborg launched fireballs from his hands.
It called out in a freaky deep voice, "get out!"
And... In a differing but just as mutated voice?
The other freak insisted, "while you still can."
The food court plunged into flames.
Smoke rose from the many food stalls.
The flames started to form a dome like wall of heat.
More explosions went off.
The workers dove for cover...including Jerry and Theresa Russo.
People ran and screamed for the nearest emergency exits across the lobby.
And... Again?
The Russo siblings were cloaked in isolation.
Alex couldn't take standing next to Justin anymore.
She ran for the way out.
A trail of tears were trailing behind her feet.
Justin called out in alarm and worry, "Alex! !"
He bolted after her.
Max called after Justin, "hey! ! I'm not finished!"
He whirled after Justin in blind rage.
The smoke started to form filthy fog around the three of them.
The flames encircled them as though the flames were alive. Yet, it really was coming from strong winds.
The wind from the construct hybrids' advanced hands scooped up tables and chairs.
They started making the tables and chairs dance.
And... In unyielding determination?
A impulsive Max cast an improvisation spell at the demonic mechanizations, "Liquidatus Vortexatus!"
The fire transformed into plasma.
It was picked up by an unnatural sideways tornado...aimed directly for the monstrous beings.
Even the moisture in the fierce wind liquefied into a big wave of water...blending in with the plasma.
The tornado transformed several times:
To carried plasma... To an army of boulders... To a big cloud of ash.
The fire was miraculously put out in the process.
The remaining gust of wind dying from the cloud almost tossed the Monster Hunters off their feet.
They tumbled back to their feet on reflex alone.
In the remaining gust of wind?
The forgotten body of T.J. was randomly tossed against a cushioned chair in the lobby.
The chair fell over along with him on impact.
As a result of T.J.'s unconscious limp body tumbling on the ground to a stop?
His spare wand broke.
Ash landed on a corridor directly alongside the lobby.
Justin kept pursuing Alex.
Both of them were running up the back stairs.
Justin called in worry, "Alex, stop!"
Alex reached the next floor.
And... An elevator strangely sounded.
She more slowly kept going up the steps.
This was while catching her breath.
Justin insisted, "Please: I'm not here to hurt you!"
Alex stubbornly cried out in spell rhyme, "Boltirun Hurlirun!"
The bolts on the part of the stairs before Justin's feet dangerously started flying out of their sockets.
Justin pressed on...even as the sixth set of stairs begun to give way.
Alex was struggling to speed up at the seventh floor intersection.
In the back of his mind?
Justin felt innocence from both sides slipping from his grasp.
In hope?
He steadied himself with one hand on the steps.
The steps were slanted horizontally then.
Between exhausted breaths?
He quickly tried to cast with his wand, "Realit…ion…Repai…"
But... That's when the loose stairs crashed down fast with a lower stairway.
Justin fell backwards.
He fell unconscious.
His arm, limp and holding the railing underneath, was the only thing that saved his neck from snapping.
The wand in his other hand was still clutched in hand.
Alex paused to see to her deep regret the scene below.
She very nervously sighed.
Then... She was quickly making her way up the next flight.
She muttered in despair, "it wasn't you, Justin. It was what you stood...for."
She tried hard not to cry.
But... Tears were falling from her face.
When Alex got to the eighth floor?
Alex used the exit door on the side to duck out of sight of the mostly blue cyborg below.
She saw the creature climbing up the stairs towards Justin at lightning speed.
Alex clenched her fists in mixed frustration.
And... Through the nearly closed door's cracks?
Alex muttered with a spell, "Metaliru Rustliru!"
And... A bubble of water abruptly formed around it from nowhere.
The construct below initiated a decaying phase in reaction to it.
The monster cried in pain...as its metallic structure begun deformation.
It was halting at the third stairway.
In reflex?
It started releasing from its arms and legs cooling vents…to the degree of freezing the bubble.
The bubble rolled backwards against the steps...shattering into icicles.
The cyborg roll kicked off against a wall.
It flipped onto the next floor below with both feet.
The icicles cracked into shards. Water was seeping out from the melting cracks.
Alex charged at the blue metal monster.
Hey eyes were full of hatred.
She thought to herself, "I'll never let another guy like T.J. wreck the world. Hard sniffle. Never again!"
She didn't know what created these cyborgs...and she didn't really care to know either.
She was coming down the steps in hatred.
Max approached the first flight of steps below.
He was being pursued by the red cyborg.
Max demanded, "what do you want?!"
The blue cyborg noticed Justin's inactive yet breathing body.
All too calmly... The red cyborg replied, "if we wanted to kill wizards, we wouldn't be talking."
Alex muttered under her breath, "oh, I can think of many terrible realities. Hard sniffle. I'm living one now!"
She was trying hard not to break down crying.
She was aiming her wand at the blue hybrid.
This was while Alex was swooping straight for the gap in the steps.
Max remarked, "so we're your lab kids? Not on my watch!"
The red cyborg and Max paused...wondering who will react first.
In unbending hate for the current reality?
Alex began casting outward, "Stormopi…!"
The scarlet contraption hinted in assurance, "it's not like that. In fact, the Monster Hunters have a sworn duty to prevent such a conflict if possible. But... Nervous gulp. We were told you wouldn't come willingly."
Max added challengingly, "and if we do?"
The red cyborg and Max paused with mutual questioning interest.
But... Alex didn't care about that.
Alex finished the spell, "Stormopi…Chaimopi!"
A brilliant and near blinding flash of light spread across the stairwell.
Everyone else their eyes with their arms.
But... With Max's diverted attention?
The scarlet cyborg hurled Max in an instant at the ground exit door...with wind currents from its hands.
Max fell to the floor...knocked out with a thud.
His wand was clinking onto the metal tiles.
A lightning bolt suddenly struck through the ceiling many floors above…and straight through the aqua cyborg's metal plates.
The mechanical hybrid horribly screamed in defiance...as its inhuman circuits exploded.
The scarlet cyborg swiftly ran up the steps.
The scarlet cyborg ran towards the offline beast.
It was clumped in a heap next to Justin.
The remaining agent of living metal called out, "no! Listen to…!"
But... It never got to finish the thought.
A second random lightning bolt pierced its wires.
The mechanized being's vents overloaded to the point of inner combustion.
To Alex's escalating sadness and horror?
She fully noticed human hair from the agent of living metal.
It fell to the hardness of the steps:
Defeated and inactive.
The biggest rumble Alex ever heard echoed in this well of hollow efforts.
Alex desperately covered her ears.
The extinct monstrosity tumbled to the sixth floor.
Alex's wand fell to the platform under her feet.
Alex ignored her continuing tears.
She muttered determinedly, "the cycle of darkness will end…now and forever more."
Alex picked up the wand.
With very mixed feelings... She looked at it in her hand.
And... With taking another path with a way?
She cast out, "Cerebellum Eraslum!"
Suddenly... Alex was clutching a manifesting ache in her head.
She reactively dropped the wand.
She fell to the platform.
She fell unconscious...joining her brothers in unconsciousness.
What Alex wasn't aware of was that it spread like a disease across the planet…to anyone who developed as complex and as beautiful as the human mind.
Humanity was on its knees in the same aching pain:
Including the guests and celebrities alike just outside the Aim Hotel.
They were about to call the firefighters.
What the future brings... Only our reactions know.
What the present holds... Our actions shape.
The End…or the Beginning?
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