Okay, I apologize for the lack of updates. I've had writer's block and it's really annoyed me. This has been shortened a bit also, due to the already mentioned writer's block.

Well, here's the epilogue

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Epilogue: Let the Games Begin

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Gabriel, Lucian, Willow, and Sonja walked down the hall back to where the time machine was being stored.

It was over. Smith and Mashirra were dead, and his workers fled. All that remained now was figuring out what to do with…

Gabriel suddenly stopped, tensing, before turning and walking back in the opposite direction. The other three noticed this, and turned and followed, Willow catching up first.

"What is it?" She asked. He ignored her however, as he finally reached a large chamber, that Willow realized was the one where Smith had been killed in.

The room was now empty, save for some debris from the wall that Smith had been thrown through. In a flash Gabriel unsheathed his sword and walked into the room, looking around.

"Looking for me?"

Gabriel looked up just as Smith dropped from the ceiling. He was covered in burns and cuts, and bleeding in a few spots.

But he was alive.

And he was holding a rather sharp piece of metal.

The second he hit the ground he lashed out, the metal pole impaling Gabriel, who yelled in pain. Then, Smith chucked him through the air and then turned towards the others with a murderous look in his eyes.

Willow's eyes suddenly glowed pitch black, and as she chanted something, her hands started to glow. Smith tensed, anticipating the blast.

It wasn't a blast.

The ground underneath Smith started to glow blood red, and before Smith could react, it exploded, red energy consuming his body and shooting up to the ceiling.

Gabriel grimaced before pulling out the pole. He looked up just as the energy died down.

Smith was dead, this time for certain. All that remained of the spider alien was a pile of crushed bones and ashes. Gabriel stood up, walking over and looking down at the remains before glancing at Willow. He smirked, and she smiled in response

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"So, what do we do with this?" Jones asked as he walked around the time machine in a circle, the others were with him also.

"Well, we should-"

The machine suddenly exploded, sending parts everywhere. The group looked over at Mariachi, who was holding a grenade launcher. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that last part," he stated as he lowered the weapon.

Bourne sighed. "I was about to say we should probably return it to whoever made it, although, perhaps it is better if it was destroyed.

The response he got was the clicking of several rifles, as the group was suddenly surrounded by a few dozen men, all aiming rifles at them. Mariachi aimed his twin guns, and everyone else tensed for a fight.

"It's all right boys, they're with us."

The men looked over as Norman Caprice stepped out from behind the group. He walked up to The League and looked at the destroyed machine with a nod. "Good job," he addressed to the group, who nodded in response. "We'll take it from here." With that he turned and gave an order to the other men, who instantly split up and started searching through the destroyed remains of the compound.

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"Well, that was interesting," Willow said as she and Gabriel walked off the dock, the Black Pearl already sailing out to sea.

"Yeah, not a bad way to spend a week or so," was his response.

"So what now?"

A simple shrug was what she got for an answer. "Not sure, but it involves a week of sleep for me."

Willow smiled.

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"Where are we going?"

Lucian looked down at Sonja as they stared out at the ocean. They were still on the Black Pearl, as Jack was now dropping everyone off to wherever he asked them. He was still a little annoyed by Jones, who had stolen a bit of gold from him, saying it was to help him get enough money to get a new house, seeing as how his old one had been destroyed.

"Hungary," was Lucian's response, as he quickly kissed her. "There are some people I want you to meet."

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The dock was abandoned, with the exception for the rolling fog that covered most of it.

Then, a figure appeared, walking down the dock, his boots making soft tapping noises on the ground.

It was Riven, alive and well.

He finally stopped, upon sight of another figure, shrouded in the darkness.

"It's done."

The figure turned around and walked up to him, a smirk on his face. "Is it?"

Riven nodded. "Yes, Mashirra was killed in the exact way that you predicted, M. Although, I must ask, why exactly was it important for him to be killed that way?"

M smiled. "No one but a fool reveals the strategy before the game is over. You will see, all in good time."

Riven simply nodded in response. He was a bit confused as to why M had been concerned so much over that, but he shrugged it off. "Very well."

With that, the two turned and disappeared into the fog.

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Unbeknownst to those two however, a third party had been watching.

He was tall, around the height of M. He wore black pants, black shoes, a white button up shirt, and a black coat. His long dark hair went down to his shoulders, and he had a neatly trimmed moustache and beard. In his hand he held a rather expensive looking cane.

He didn't believe what he had seen, but he had. M was still alive somehow. It seemed impossible.

Although, he himself should have been dead at that point, considering a rather bad encounter with a certain women a century ago.

"Mr. Gray?"

Dorian Gray turned his head towards the car at the road near where he stood. The driver was sticking his head out the window. "You ready?"

Dorian nodded before walking to the car and getting in.

As the car drove off, Dorian thought about what he should do. He needed help, if M was to be stopped from doing whatever it was this time.

And there was only one person he knew who was still alive that could possibly help him, or at least, if they chose to.

Mina…

FIN