((Please note, these are not all in the same universe. That will be explained later.))
Jackson's Epilogue: Tempus et Universi Fugunt:
Ellis Island, New York, 1913
Paladin Jackson stood in the middle of a crowd of immigrants. He held his head down, and faced away from the lines. He wore a trench coat and fedora, much like a Private eye, not yet invented for the time. He was dressed like a 30's Private eye. Immigrants pushed against him, but Jackson still held fast. He gave the sadistic grin he always gave when he saw Riley. Jackson let the crowd push against him. The smelly immigrants, and dirty surroundings didn't faze Jackson in the least. He was awaiting a contact. A man who knew many things about the universe. The man approached Riley. they were dressed similarly. It had been three years since his "Good" self had shot him multiple times. Jackson had longer hair, to set himself apart from Riley. He visited Riley every so often, just to see how he was doing. Jackson held a Colt Revolver in his hand. The Contact handed Jackson a briefcase, and walked off. The exchange was wordless. Jackson grinned more at the
Jackson proceeded to walk into the flow of the crowd. A man finally stopped him. The man was an angry German immigrant, who mistook Jackson for his landlord, who the immigrant was trying to escape. Angry words were exchanged in perfectly good English, and Broken English. The Immigrant drew a weapon, and fired. Jackson fell into the abyss Riley had felt for teh first time fighting the Crossed.
Death.
Once again, Jackson pushed out of the barrier, and into life once again.
He had found a way, to push into a different location, and time at each death.
He pushed out of the void.
Washington Monument, DC, 2020
Jackson watched a crowd of tourists file into the elevator. He tipped the hat on the Security Uniform to cover his eyes. He had done away with the Trench coat and Fedora, as it would be too suspicious in this time. He now wore the Security Uniform of a National Park Service member. He clutched the taser tightly, and stepped into the elevator behind the crowd. He had one target: A High Ranking Politician. He used a non-lethal, and was a good shot to minimize civilian injury But, what did he care if innocents were hurt? He pulled out his taser, put the man in his sights, and fired. A woman screamed, and another security guard tased Jackson. Jackson closed his eyes, and let his body shut itself down. Jackson was letting himself die.
UN Building, New York, 2025
Jackson smiled. He walked into the Lobby of the UN Building. He looked at a woman. She smiled at him. Jackson wore a suit and tie. He straightened the tie a bit, and continued walking. He went to a straight face, until he reached the Security Council Room.
"Mr. Jackson. You're late." A man said. Jackson took his seat behind the 'America' Nameplate. He checked his watch, and drummed his fingers against the table.
The Palestinian and Israeli representatives were arguing, and the South Korean delegate was looking around the room. The other delegates were talking, and a fellow one was trying to talk to Jackson. Jackson blocked him out.
Jackson muttered "It's not time yet."
Then, the Secretary General stepped in. Jackson smiled. "It's time." He hit the button on his watch, and blew apart the explosive device he wore on him.
Beijing, China, October 23, 2077
Jackson stood with a Chinese General on a balcony, and surveyed the landscape. The Chinese General shouted orders at soldiers below, and the soldiers started running around like ants, doing various things. "Shall we?" The general said to Jackson in a thick Chinese Accent. Jackson smiled. "Yes. Let's do it." They walked into a control room, and the General typed some things into a terminal. "It's ready." The General said.
"Good." Jackson said pulling a pistol out. Jackson shot the General, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He pressed a button marked "Nuclear Launch."
It was the point of no return. Jackson had created his world. He stepped back onto the balcony, and stretched his arms out, letting the rain fall all over him. He laughed, and looked up.
"They have things like the Atom Bomb! So I think i'll stay where I am! Civilization! I'll stay right here!" He shouted one of his favorite songs from Galaxy News Radio. There was a glow in the distance, as the missiles took off. He drew the Pistol again, and shot himself.
Citadel, Capital Wasteland, 2079
Jackson awoke from his bed, and looked next to him. Riley was still sleeping. "I'm sorry, but I must do this, Doctor. to end your suffering." He said sarcastically, and in a mocking tone. This was the divergence point.
The point Riley either woke up, and risked becoming Jackson eventually, or he kept sleeping and died.
Of course, he would reawake from Death, but Jackson didn't remember that Riley knew about it.
Jackson pulled out his pistol, aimed it, and fired.
"This.... is my redemption." The man said softly.