Geronimo Stilton: INTERPOL-The Beginning

Why Do We Fall (Alternate Ending)

A/N: So, we knew in chapter 18 that Danny fell into the Dark Side and had a lightning showdown. He lost, and blacked out... But, what if he didn't and the voice never came to make him realize that he was a Jedi? What if...everything planned just fell apart?
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McCarran International Airport, Las Vegas
August 26, 2013

Both Williams and I exchanged arguments as the rain poured heavily over our heads on the runway. "YOU WANT TO BRING SOMETHING UP FROM TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO? HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF THE EXPRESSION LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND?" I yelled at the other stretch of the runway.

"Haven't you, Danial? You seem to bring up your family to this fight to avenge them..."

My anger was at its melting point as he crossed the line. I snarled. "R'ARRGGHH!" I unleashed my supercharged fury by letting out a Force Storm out of my ten fingers, a stronger variant of the Force Lightning. At the same time, Williams too did the same move, and our powers battled at the center. The wind blew stronger as if we were at the middle of the ocean facing a whirlpool, the whole stretch of runway lit up by the lightning's light, and the colors mixed between my whitish-blue with his light purple.

It was me versus him in a lightning showdown, with his side of the powers came closer towards me. Over time, I became weak. I couldn't push the ball of lightning away, my powers decreased greatly in a few seconds. I kept pushing with groans, struggling to not get myself killed. But, Williams broke through, and gave his all and pushed the lightning ball into my face.

"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" I screamed as the lightning ball touched me.

I almost blacked out, dragged along the runway for 50 meters. The right half of my face was burnt, most of my clothing was tattered and ripped, and my physical wounds were bleeding out. I felt weak and enervated, having myself use up most of my energy during the lightsaber battle and the lightning showdown. I panted over fatigue - my eyes barely opened to see Williams slowly taking his time walking towards me with his red lightsaber dragged on the tarmac, about to use it to stab through my heart.

Exile...It takes your mind...
Again...

Exile...It takes your mind...
Again...

You've got sucker's luck,
Have you given up?

Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine...

I thought of Thea as I was lying there, regretting that I couldn't save her. I cried, muttering; "I'm sorry Thea...I'm sorry..."
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Geronimo's Perspective

I had woken up, finding myself alone in the Computer Bar of The Centurion Lounge. I rubbed by jaw so the pain would go away after the hard uppercut that knocked me out. I tried to get up by propping myself on a desk, in the process I almost fell over due to disorientation.

Thea was nowhere near me, so I decided to find her. "Thea!" I called out loudly. With no answer, I proceeded to limp around the Lounge till I find her.

"THEA!"

Exile...it takes your mind....
Again...

Exile...it takes your mind...
Again...

I searched everywhere for her. Not even a single sight. Then finally when I got to the Premium Bar, there she was. Lying motionless on the carpeted floor, looking somewhat dead. Her vest was unzipped and had a bullethole on the abdominal section, indicating that she was shot. Her olive green shirt was covered in her own blood...

"THEA!" I shouted.

I kneeled by her side, almost panicking on what to do. As a trained agent, I checked if there was still a pulse at her neck.