This is an alternate ending to "The Ultimate Enemy" so it does contain spoilers. Originally I was planning to have this as a one shot, but sleep is getting in the way and I can't complete it until tomorrow hopefully.

And now for the story…

The room chilled the second he entered the room, letting him know that this ghost came from the portal. However this chill was familiar, as is should, considering this was at one time was the boy who would have been his son. The chill wasn't the complete chill that his older self gave off, not the same cold that penetrated his very bones, chilling his soul. This frigid air did not freeze a person to the spot they stood. And because it wasn't, he knew that this ghost came from the past.

He informed his part in creating the monster that destroyed the future, and how, the many losses he acquired because of those past events, changed him from the foolish man he once was. He watched as the many emotions flashed the boy's face as he told his story, the anger, the desperation, but most of all the determination. But after the said showing pasted, he peered into the acid green depths of the youth and saw the gears turning.

When the boy asked about the gauntlets, explaining his plan, he was doing some thinking of his own. Here he had a second chance, a chance to let the current future never happen. He had lost all trust in other people long ago that however did not mean that he lost trust in himself. If he did this then, not only would his lost love live, but so would anyone else that was a casualty of war.

As he fitted the metal gloves over his hands, he had second thoughts, could he really go through with this? Could he really kill this boy, this child with so much potential to change the world? If he followed the adolescent's place there was still a huge chance that the future would stay the same, and if that was to happen and he let this chance slip through his fingers, then it would have been like he doom society all over again.

Turning to face the boy, he looked into his eyes and revealed just true intentions. The shock was apparent, so was the betrayal. But it didn't matter, what mattered was securing the future, or for him the present. As the halfa stood frozen, he brought down his arm, with it any chance of this boy returning to his time alive.

There was a gasp of pain, as the glowing claws tore through his torso, the green ectoplasm splattered from his chest. Showering the his black HAZMAT suit, silent tears trailed down from his closed eyes, the expression on his face, showing that he had accepted what has happened and what will happen. The pools of viridian gathered as his white boots, as he hugged himself with the instinct to survive.

However, the older man, observed the signs of healing, on of the many advantages of being a half ghost. He took another swipe, this time also scoring through the fabric of the teen's arms, the previous wounds now penetrated deeper into his body, into his lungs, into his heart. His breath was caught in his throat as his lungs filled with fluid; his heart gave a painful lurch as the strain on the damaged muscle proved too great. The ghost boy fell to his knees; eyes opened wide struggling to breath. Although he had accepted his fate, his body, his instincts had not and caused his to struggle further.

He bowed his head, inviting him to finish it quickly, and he complied, penetrating his chest fully, straight through his heart, tearing it to shreds. The boy fell to the floor fully, the hole almost glaring at its creator. The man signed, removed the tools of his sins and walked to an intact window, staring outside, and waiting for everything to change and for him to forget. He knew of Clockwork, and knew that the ghost would prevent a paradox; he suspected that he had to eliminate the boy in the first place.

He dragged a box underneath his to sit, and to wait, hoping that what he did was for the better. Shifting through his memories, of forgotten hope and lost friends, he waited.

TBC…

Please review, I am currently changing my writing style and would like some feedback on it, otherwise how would I know if my writing is improving?