Save Me: Alternate Endings

Clarroi crawled across the floor as quickly as he could with only one arm and leg to work with. He was much to old for this sort of excitement. He was sure his pounding heart could be heard for miles. Or well, he knew that was ridiculous to think, especially with the chaos raining down outside. But it still felt possible.
He hit the wall, scaring himself with the suddenness of it. He must not have been paying much attention to where he was going. What a miserable wrench he was, leaving his son to fight his former friend, and current tormenter, alone. Not that there was much he could do to help. No, no it wasn't lack of ability alone, it was fear. He was terrified beyond reasoning or he wouldn't have crawled away in the first place.
He sat up with a bit of effort and curled in on himself, clutching desperately at the gun like thing he's found in his fleeing. He didn't know much about weaponry, so wasn't sure what it would do. Was it even loaded? Do you load these things? He tried to catch his breath but it seamed he didn't get as far as he though, as he heard the metalic clank of the beast that was once Vear Mecdir just outside.
"Ah, so this is where you got off to." A calm even voice called, sending a shiver down Clarroi's spine. He was blinded momentarily as the beast focused the glowing mechanical eye that made up its face on him. To think the sound of that voice used to be something he looked forward to. The voice of his cherished freind and colleague, now... now he wasn't sure what Mecdir was, other than terrifying.
"If you are quite done with these little games, I would like to get back to your treatment."
Clarroi used the weapon to shield his face from the light, forgetting, momentarily, that he could use the item for defense. Where was his son?
"If you do not comply I will have to take... preventive measures." Vear stated evenly, as he walked toward the helpless old man.
'Preventive measures'? What did that entail? He didn't really want to know.
"S-stay where you are." Clarroi stammered, pointing the gun rather uselessly in Vear's general direction. "I don't want to shoot you, but you leave me little choice."
"If I didn't already doubt you, Crizdov," Vear continued his even pace forward, not at all deterred. "I would point out that an electricity based weapon will not effect this body you created for me."
"Of all the idiotic weapons they would have laying about, I just had to grab this one." Clarroi fussed, putting his hand to his head dramatically. He seemed to find a bit of bravery in the absurdity of the situation. Perhaps he was becoming manic with fear, becasue he was on the verge of laughter now.
"I can't believe I forgot how magnificent my work is."
"Your ill timed humor can not save you." Vear didn't seem amused as he closed the distance between them.
"No, I suppose not." Clarroi agreed, letting his hand fall to his side in defeat. "I'm far beyond salvation."
"A logical assumption."
"No one is coming this time, are they?" His voice cracked as a lump began to form in his throat. "What... What did you do with Coar?"
"He has proved more resilient than anticipated, but he won't be interrupting our session this time."
His heart sank at that, he didn't know why he even asked. His idiotic boy wasn't coming to save the day this time. "Treatment. Session. Do you you really believe any of this is meant to help me?" Clarroi asked, deciding then what to do with the weapon.
"No. It is meant for revenge."
"I don't know what I've done to you that warrants such vitriol, Mecdir," He raised his head defiantly. "But I would rather die than let you put me in that forsaken machine again."
There was no sense in fighting any longer. He was much to tired, but that was fine. He could rest soon.
Clarroi put the end up the gun under his chin, closed his eyes, and...

Ending 1

...squeezed the trigger. A jolt of electricity shot up through him. He choked in pain as his body seemed to gain a mild of its own. His old joints screaming as he thrashed about, hitting his head into the wall behind him. It felt, for a brief moment, as if actual fire was pulsing through his veins, burning away whatever sense he had left, before finally giving way to blessed darkness.

Ending 2

...laughed slightly to himself. It was amusing really, that he'd be the one ending his life. What with all the attempts others had made over the years getting thwarted. And yet he hesitated, hoping against vain hope that Coar would show up behind Vear and save him. Like he always had. That the two of them would make it out of this nightmarish place and.. and what? Escape into space? Live as a family in the desert? Ha! Ah what a fantasy.
"Ha.. ahahaha!" He shook with laughter over what a silly old fool he was. That dream had died long ago.

Ending 3

...gasped suddenly, finding it impossible to breath. His weapon had been knocked clean from his grip, discharging harmlessly in the air before falling to the floor with a clatter. Clarroi struggled, kicking his leg uselessly. His now empty hand tried desperately to dislodge whatever was around his throat. He opened his eyes, looking up helplessly at Vear's cold blinding face, inches from his own, and felt an overwhelming dread. He'd forgotten how fast the cyborg could move.
"Come now, Crizdov," He could hear Vear's calm, monotone voice as he was lifted to his feet. "We have much to do."

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Okay so I cheated a little here, This existed in comic form previously.
I kept the diolog but had to add in discriptions of the actions and a bit of leadup.
But it still counts!
Sadly some of my work was randomly erased and I don't think the second version is quite as good. Something might be off with the spell check function.
That was fun, I may do this for a few more snippits I have tossing about.