SPECTRA

The Series Finale

Alex, Billy, and Tommy sat huddled together in a dark, secluded corner of Agatha’s basement. The heavy silence weighed on them, broken only by the occasional creak of the house above. Alex clenched her fists, feeling the oppressive pressure of the runes that had dampened her powers. Her mind raced, but she couldn’t come up with a plan. She didn’t even know what they were truly up against.

Billy, eyes wide with fear, whispered, “Alex, what do we do?” His voice was shaky, uncertain.

Alex swallowed hard, glancing around the cold, dim room. Shadows stretched along the walls, and a sense of hopelessness clawed at her insides. She was the oldest, the one who should know how to get them out of this, but the truth was... she didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know,” Alex admitted, her voice barely audible. She hated how small and powerless she felt at that moment.

Tommy, usually the more energetic and impulsive of the three, remained uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes darting from his siblings to the shadows that seemed to shift in the flickering light. “We have to do something, though,” he said, his voice low but firm. “We can’t just sit here.”

“I know,” Alex muttered, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “I’m trying to think, but—without my powers...” She trailed off, staring at the runes etched into the walls that rendered her magic useless.

Billy wrapped his arms around himself, shaking his head. “It’s too quiet. I can’t hear anything. Not even thoughts.” He looked to Alex, his voice softening. “Is it always like this for you? So... empty?”

Alex didn’t respond immediately. She felt that emptiness too, but it was more than just the absence of magic. It was the weight of responsibility, the crushing realization that she couldn’t protect her brothers this time. “Yeah,” she whispered. “But this... this is different.”

For a moment, they sat there in silence, the enormity of their situation sinking in. They were trapped, powerless, and separated from their mother. Alex felt her chest tighten as she thought of Wanda—how would she find them? Would she even know where they were?

“We can’t wait for Mom to save us,” Alex finally said, her voice shaky but determined. “We have to figure out something on our own.” But even as she said it, she couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

Billy nodded, though his face still showed uncertainty. “But how? We don’t have any powers in here. I can’t even think straight.”

Alex looked around the room, searching for something—anything—that could help them. But all she saw were the shadows and the faint glow of the runes. “I don’t know,” she said again, frustration seeping into her voice. “But we’ll think of something. We have to.”

Tommy stood up, pacing the small space, the nervous energy building up inside him. “We can’t just sit here and wait. There has to be a way out.”

Alex looked up at him, feeling the same urgency but without any clear direction. “We just need to stay calm,” she said, though she wasn’t sure how long she could keep her own panic at bay.

Billy looked at her, his voice small. “What if we can’t get out?”

Alex clenched her fists, forcing herself to meet Billy’s gaze. “We will,” she said, more for herself than him. “We’ll find a way.” But deep down, the uncertainty gnawed at her.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the dim basement as the door creaked open. Alex, Billy, and Tommy froze. Agatha strode in, dressed in a dark, elaborate witch costume that seemed to pulse with power. Her presence filled the room with an ominous energy, her eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory focus.