Thanks for the reviews, here's the first ending. Each ending should be about two chapters long, hopefully.
A note: This is probably the darkest of the three endings, just to give you a headsup.
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ENDING 1.01
The Hunter closed her eyes momentarily, feeling the stolen power from the younger Petrelli flare up inside her, filling her veins with fire. Stolen powers from fifteen separate 'heroes' flowed through her, and she smiled, opening her eyes and slowly rising into the air, wind swirling around her. Her hair whipped around her head, and her eyes began to glow.
She had to admit she was surprised when the blonde bespectacled man shifted into a dragon, sending amber jets of flame at her, but she rallied and merely phased through them, leaving the edges of her coat singed but unharmed. She narrowed her eyes as the winged man, the one she had already crippled once twirled and spiraled through the air, his wings creating patterns clearly designed to distract her. With barely a thought she reached out a hand and crushed his wings, almost lazily. He fell to the hard earth below, a cry following him to his grave. The remnants of his dead wings wrapped around him as he fell, but nothing could cushion a blow like that.
The death of the flier seemed to only infuriate the others, and they doubled their attack in fury. Silent tears ran down most faces, and the dragon man mourned his fallen comrade with a keening roar, his lethal talons lashing out at her. She simply summoned stolen electricity to her palms, sending bright blue jolts through him. He shuddered and seized in mid air, his once majestic form reduced to a quivering mass. With difficulty he spread his shaking wings and glided to the surface of the Crime Lab roof, where the great beast lay gasping, before shrinking back into a weak human. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed. Her superhuman hearing allowed him to revel in the sounds of his heartbeat slowing, before finally stopping. The others didn't realise until three men ran onto the roof, the tallest one looking sharply over to the dead man, and running over, creating a jolt of energy, trying to shock him back to life.
It's no use Sylar, she declared mentally, and she knew he had heard her by the jerk of his head, but he didn't give up, replying at the same time as shocking him gently, working furiously to save his life.
Don't call me that! The force of his thoughts sent mental waves out towards her, and she was actually pushed backwards slightly before regaining the ground, and with a sweep of her hand, she sent three of them tumbling off the side of the building, the Greek woman, the younger man sending gravel flicking at her, a missile easily dodged and an older man, stocky but balding, all falling to their deaths, joining their winged companion in the next life.
Sylar stood, abandoning his task to glower at her. His face darkened and the wind whipped up again, knocking her out of the sky. A thrill ran through her as she realised, Gabriel was no more. She had succeeded in bringing back the one person who should have stayed buried. Sylar looked up to the sky, and almost immediately the cloud darkened, shrouding the city in shades of grey. She left him to his theatrics, turning her attention to the elemental, still doggedly throwing fire. The earth shook beneath him, so great was his fury, and tears coursed down his face. He was weak. She killed him easily, bringing his own power down to bear on him, drowning him from the inside. He collapsed, jerking pathetically, and no-one even noticed. They were too wrapped up in their own anger and grief.
One by one, she scoured the rooftop of the so-called heroes, cleansing the earth of those imperfections, until only Sylar was left. He had fought fiercely, more vicious than Peter, he had nothing left to lose. But there was a part of him that was still holding back, still Gabriel.
The wind seemed to slow, until there was silence, just Sylar and the Hunter looking at each other across the abyss, fury painted on both faces. Then she saw it. The chink in his armour, so to speak. She used the dregs of the illusionist's power to turn into the one person Gabriel couldn't face.
Peter Petrelli.
Sylar faltered, faced with his long dead brother, and his power sputtered, before going out. His lips moved, and though she couldn't hear in this sudden silence, she knew what he was saying. Gabriel the angel, Sylar the demon, was saying the Lord's Prayer.
Our Father, who art in
heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be
done,
on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily
bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who
trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but
deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the
glory,
For ever and ever.
As soon as the Amen escaped his lips, he finally let go. He gave in to the power that had been building up slowly and fatally since the day Elle died. His hands glowed orange, and his eyes and mouth released a light so bright the Hunter had to squint.
And then he let go, exploding outwards like a star, spewing power out like a supernova. He would perish doing this, and he knew it. The light enveloped the Hunter, and the last thing she saw were the faces of everyone, everyone who she had murdered in cold blood, murdered to get what she wanted, murdered on a whim.
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The Crime Lab fell, like the twin towers, collapsing in. It was empty, save for the bodies on the roof, and no one else was killed that day. The reign of the Hunter, and one man, rising from the wreckage, would tell the world of the battle fought there today, and of the people that fell, saving the world.
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OK, a short chapter, but the epilogue should be posted ASAP.