Final Round! Not to mention my last chapter before going overseas. I'm probably going to make one for the 'chaos round' when I get a chance as well, but meh.

Anyway, hope you enjoy.


Sylar looked innocent enough, sipping his coffee in a little store. He took small, articulate sips. His fingers (perfect for surgeons and watchmakers) would have been the envy of most of the world, if not for the dry blood covering them.

Inwardly he was grinning, he had already heard that in the final round killing was ok, and now was waiting for the match-ups. Since he was allowed to kill now, he was hoping it would be someone whose power he could steal. And if he found that Naraku guy, he may just see what made him tic as well…

He made small but vicious growl. That jewel had been little assistance in enhancing his power, and Naraku had already taken the jewel from him. To think he had at first respected Naraku's way of evolution, replacing the weak with the strong. Now all he felt towards him was hatred. Perhaps it was hypocritical, but Sylar didn't care, at the very least Naraku could be a threat.

Chuckling at the match-up of "Kyuubi vs. Roku", he at last he heard his name come up. "Sylar vs. Deadpool", the voice blared throughout the mall.

Sylar used his memory-enhancing ability to remember all he could on that man. Apparently he had regeneration like his, so that was useless to him. Although his regeneration seemed to give him enhanced strength, as well as gain power from larger wounds, perhaps that would be useful after all. Deadpool was also supposedly immortal, but that power may not be in the brain, or any physical aspect. A pity, but he'd obtain immortality from someone else easily enough.

But of course, there was the matter of finding his opponent…

No sooner had he thought those words then alarm bells started ringing in his head. Knowing to trust his instincts , he ducked.

The loud noise of repeated gunshots was heard, and bullets pelted the store in a sideways hailstorm. They shredded everything, plaster and lots of spilt coffee spilt onto the floor like a downpour of its own.

Outside the store, guns still smoking and a skateboard at his feet, Deadpool grinned. 'Now THAT'S how we' do that the Texan way!' Deadpool said in a suspiciously Scottish accent. 'Now I wait for the smoke to clear to confirm my victory…'

The smoke cleared. Revealing Sylar sitting cross-legged with a telekinetic barrier surrounding him (but not the table, which had been reduced to what you wouldn't even use as matchsticks).

'Well… That could have ended better…' Deadpool flipped the skateboard up and started rolling off.

'Oh no, you can't escape ME.' Sylar grinned menacingly, making slashing movements with his arms, the shots that Deadpool was making blocked by the telekinetic barrier.

First a gash appeared on the ground behind Deadpool, then it smashed a piece of fine china in the opposite store, then a gash in the floor in front, when the skateboard bumped into it Deadpool leapt into the air, fired a few more shots, then landed on the ground gracefully.

Sylar was now doing a mad dance, slashing his arms around like a maniac, large cuts into the concrete and tiles went everywhere, as well as more smashed china.

Deadpool did what seemed like a Russian Cossack dance, avoiding them.

Sylar stopped, seemingly confused. He was almost certain he had lacerated Deadpool, But he was still in one piece, doing that ridiculous dance.

Snarling, Sylar walked towards him, not even bothering with the telekinetic slashes, they were having no effect and merely drained his energy.

Suddenly, wind started blowing, creating a tornado with Sylar at the eye. The maelstrom picked up objects like paper and hurled them around, as well as Deadpool.

'Woah, this must be how Dorothy felt!' Is what Deadpool tried to say, but the wind snatched the words out of his mouth and got lost, much to Sylars delight…

Not that Sylar seemed to be in the mood to be happy, his opponent still seemed pretty alive, enough to fire some lead at him, not that it got anywhere near him. Firing while spinning around at about one hundred kilometres per hour probably wasn't that easy.

Sylar realized with disgust that while what he was doing was flashy, it was doing little to affect his opponent and costing him far too much energy. He lifted his hands up and the tornado abruptly stopped, numerous objects fell to the ground. Including some nasty shards of glass, Sylar still had his barrier up to protect from any bullet shots, but Deadpool wasn't quite as safe, he suit got a couple of tears, but the wounds quickly regenerated.

And oddly, even his suit repaired itself…

Sylar blinked, but there was no mistaking it, the suit seemed to be self-repairing as well.

This battle had just gotten all the more frustrating…

'Follow the leader! After all, you only WISH you were as crazy as me!' Deadpool shouted, running backwards and firing round after round. Each bullet disintegrating as it hit the nearly invisible barrier. But unknown to Deadpool, one of those bullets tore through and whizzed past Sylar's ear.

'Damn, My power is slipping, I best concentrate…' Sylar lifted slightly, hovering above the floor, and went in hot pursuit, hurling object after object. First a sofa, then a flurry of knives and forks. Deadpool back flipped to avoid the faster utensils, but was hit in the back by the sofa, and landed on the Escalator.

Sylar hovered forward, and another burst of gunfire struck the barrier, Sylar felt his energy slipping. Snarling, he hurled fine china after fine china.

Deadpool grabbed the sofa and held it forward as a shield, it got bitten into by the china, but remained, then Deadpool hurled the sofa at Sylar.

Grinning like a maniac, Sylar lifted his hands and the sofa stopped in its tracks, a second later it got hurled back.

Deadpool dashed up the escalator and jumped to the side, avoiding the sofa. Blinking blinked in surprise at the store he found himself in front of.

Sylar was going up the escalator when he heard Deadpool shout 'As it begins, so shall it end!'

With that, he saw a piano hurtling towards him from above. Gritting his teeth, he thrust his hands forward, freezing it.

Deadpool leapt and gave the piano a hefty kick. Sylar's concentration shattered and the piano struck the barrier, shattering it. Sylar could only stand there shocked as the piano fell on top of him with a loud *crash*.

'I am Mr. Irony!' Deadpool declared from the top of the escalator. 'No-one will stop me from…' He paused. 'Come to think of it, what the heck am I doing here again?'

At that moment, the piano slowly but gradually lifted off the ground, revealing a scarred, dazed, but still alive Sylar.

'Damn… You…' Sylar made those words out. 'I may not eat brains, but with you I may just make an exception…'

Deadpool drew out his guns, but they made the telltale *click* of no ammo.

Sylar was taking no chances; Deadpool found the guns ripped to shreds in his very hands.

Sylar was sprawled on the ground, barely moving, but he still waved his arms, manipulating the playing field.

Only this time, he wasn't holding back.

Entire stores were being ripped from the walls and hurled at Deadpool, two at a time from both sides in an attempt to crush him.

'You would have thought after all the beating you've taken; you would be WEAKER then now!' Deadpool shouted as the stores collided with him in the centre.

'You'd be amazed at what anger and adrenaline can do.' Sylar muttered, slamming his hands together.

Deadpool found himself trapped in two stores, his very favourite Piano store (all the pianos were at the very end of the store, and whatever the other store held was shattered into millions of pieces of glass.

Suddenly the walls burst from the sides and began coming together.

'This is NOT Star Wars you ass!' Deadpool shouted, hurling grenades to both sides at the rapidly moving walls and pianos.

Huge explosions turned the walls and pianos to cinders. Deadpool leapt out of the right wall, his feet getting many cuts from the glass, but quickly healed up.

…only to bash right into another slab of concrete at speed, twisting his head, he saw another slab heading from the other destroyed wall to crush him.

Deadpool made a fist and punched. The slab of concrete promptly shattered, but Deadpool flew out on the slab of concrete and made his way out, the concrete shattered as it sailed and hit another wall, and Deadpool ran at Sylar.

'DAMN IT!'

Shards of glass from the room before struck like a swarm of angry bees, slicing and cutting. Deadpool's regeneration was little use against multiple small wounds and Deadpool started bleeding deeply, although his suit repaired itself rapidly, so little blood actually seeped to the floor.

Sylar smirked weakly as he made small movements with his hands, the shards of glass surrounded Deadpool, cutting and ripping.

Suddenly Deadpool vanished, and Sylar felt cold steel on the back of his head. The glass fell to the floor. Sylar groaned, realizing he forgot to put up the barrier.

'Make one wrong move, and you'll never get ahead in life…' he paused, 'Wait, that jokes already been done. Ok, one wrong move and you'll be the envy of all tonsurephobic people everywhere.'

Sylar grimaced, not that he had any idea what tonsurephobia was, but he had lost.

'Why don't you just kill me now?' Sylar murmured.

'For dramatic effect!' Deadpool announced,

Sylar felt a bead of blood trickle down, his mind went through what he could do. In the end he came up with one option. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he attempted to enter Deadpool's mind.

*In the mind of Deadpool*

Sylar found himself right on the outside in a flurry of chaotic colours, a flimsy barrier (the kind protecting bridges under construction) between him and Deadpool's mind, which seemed to be a blank. No surprises there.

'I wouldn't go in there if I were you…' He heard Deadpool's voice echo all around him. Sylar snorted, this was going to be easier then he thought, why hadn't he thought of this in the first place? Making a mental shrug, he barged through the barrier…

He walked through the darkness, searching for the brain in the darkness. It was all the same, but Sylar was confident, he knew his way around, he had done this before…

All of a sudden he heard a strange noise, it sounded like maniacal laughter…

And then; out of the darkness, came a mass of pink glop. The stuff grew larger and larger, then pink tentacles shot out to strike Sylar.

Sylar screamed, he jumped back to avoid the tentacles and turned around to run for the safety of his own mind…

But he was too slow; the pink tentacles surrounded and enveloped him, twisting his head around he saw a massive gap in the glop, in the shape of a mouth. He could only watch in horror as it came closer, and swallowed him whole…

*back in the 'real' world*

Sylar collapsed on the floor, saliva exiting his mouth and his muscles all loosened. Deadpool sheathed his blade and inspected Sylar. He had a pulse, but he seemed unable to do anything, he had become a vegetable it seems.

Perhaps he would get over it with therapy, or maybe he should kill him now. Deadpool began unsheathing his sword, but paused for a moment. Sighing, he sheathed his sword again. Picking Sylar up, he slowly staggered his way to the exit of the mall and hurled him out like a sack of potatoes.

Then, he sat down. 'Bloody suit. "Self-repairing and not-magnetic-but-close-enough fibre will allow you to keep your limbs and allow you to need only one suit!" he said. "It's fullproof!" he said.

*Deadpool Flashback*

'In the final round, they are allowed to kill you' Weasle said, his all-too-big (Anime) eyes stared at Deadpool, a tear in his eye.

'Do not fret my beloved!' Deadpool announced to the world, canned laughter echoed throughout the magnificent mansion, and loudly through the veiled bedroom they were talking in. 'For I know you have built a magical suit for me!'

'Oh yes, indeed I have. For Cable came to me in a dream, telling me how to create a suit that may save your life! Not that you need saving, he who screwed with death!'

'Indeed my young apprentice.' Deadpool said sleazily, drawing a cylinder from the black cloak lying on the bed. 'Now, how does the suit work?'

'Well, it is able to regenerate together by the special fabric, as well as absorbent for all the blood and gore that happens in fights. It also has a few built-in gadgets.'

'So, let me get this straight…' Deadpool said slowly, trying to get his head around the concept. 'It's magnetic clothing?'

'NO! Then you would get attached to all metal objects in the gladiator arena! Don't you understand?!'

'To be honest my dear,' Deadpool paused. 'I don't give a damn…'

*End completely incorrect flashback*

I may just ask Weasel to build a torture advice that force-feeds Nachos, and use it on him!' Deadpool cackled maniacally. 'Now I better get some first aid, and if Snake taught me anything, a cigarette heals all wounds…'


Two 'alternate universes', meh.

I was going to save the special suit for the chaos round, but I couldn't help but add it in now.

Sylar will probably be ok folks! Ok and kicking butt in the chaos rounds. And THAT'S only if I win, so yeah. Don't worry you Sylar fans!

Well, been a great tournament. Hope you enjoyed reading it as I'm sure everyone in this tournament enjoyed writing it!