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Everything is revealed... unless you already guessed :)

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Everything was in place. Rouge had given Shadow all of the chaos emeralds, Shadow had given Eggman the fake emerald (saying that he was too busy updating the security to have had much time for emeralds), and he had stolen one of Eggman's rockets. Currently, he was sitting in it, waiting for it to reach it's destination... ARK.

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It held many memories for him, that space station, and while he was still joyous at his plan's current success, he was feeling slightly melancholy too.

Maria...

But no. No! He had to purge his mind of these thoughts. It was stupid, right now, it was weak. He had given the people their chance. He had to move on.

He was moving on, he thought grinning.

He skated on his shoes' jets at a leisurly pace towards the cannon control room. They were probably realising right now what had happened, trying to use his fake emeralds, talking to each other, piecing it all together. Idiots.

So easy, it had been so easy!

He listened to the sound of machinery, humming gently, dormant, resting, and found that it calmed him, too. He sped up slightly, and thought about what he'd do with the power.

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From Earth, the view was spectacular. People had thought that the 6-emerald beam was powerful, but with all 7 emeralds, they had to shield their eyes even from this great distance. It was like spending a day in pitch blackness and then seeing somebody burn magnesium. It was like the previous threat, from Eggman, but so much worse. The moon had blown up completely this time, and into pieces so small that they could hardly be seen from Earth at all any more.

And what now broadcasted on every TV, every channel, was not the jolly, almost comic threat that Eggman had given 2 months ago, it was just the silver and red head of Super Shadow, telling them calmly, gravely, almost sadly about their choice between handing over the world to him, or having no world left. That night, the world was cloaked in shock, sadness, and terror.

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Well, I quite like that as the ending myself, but if you want me to carry on... write it in a review! Or just have anything constructive (you knew that was coming, didn't you) to say, please stick it in a review.