(For Prompt #4)
It can't come quickly enough
And now you've spent your life
Waiting for this moment
And when you finally saw it come
It passed you by and left you so defeated
He had waited his entire life waiting for this moment, the moment that glass containing Strain 138 would shatter, and the world would be changed forever. And he would be there to oversee it all, in the shadows, until the right moment. He would be their savior, he could help them all by fixing the world that was already far too broken before the virus had struck.
But he never heard it. Hiro had made sure of that.
They had always had their disagreements. They both knew it would eventually come to this from the moment Carp had lied to him. But Hiro still couldn’t kill him directly, some how couldn’t bear to have Adam’s blood on his clean slate. Adam was always the one who ended up getting his hands dirty. Always. It never mattered to him before. This shouldn’t be an exception.
Only it was.
His sword, the one Hiro had stolen numerous times and claimed as his own, was against the other’s neck, just short of cutting deeply into a main artery. And still, Hiro didn’t move, just slipping his hand off of Adam’s shoulder, and staring bravely at him. Almost daring him to do it. Glaring fiercely at Hiro, Adam drew back the sword, away from the time traveler’s neck. The sigh of relief from the other was audible. The sheer fact he presumed Adam wouldn’t infuriated him. He could hear it, as if Hiro was speaking directly into his mind, “I knew you wouldn’t.”
Wrong, Carp. Kensei wouldn’t. But I would.
The sword was plunged, straight through, piercing the heart of the great Hiro that had saved Japan. The last thing Carp would see would be him. And yet, as he drew the sword out of Hiro’s shuddering body, the final look his Carp gave him managed to make Adam feel as if he was the one dying, drained of all of his blood.
Adam’s heart was already fractured and splintered, there wasn’t anything left for Hiro’s imposing figure to do to it. So instead, it took his mind, distorting it and twisting it just a little more each time Adam thought about anything in relation to him.
He had won, the body laying in front of him proved that clearly enough. But Hiro still defeated him. Hiro always managed to do that, made him feel small and inadequate on the inside by just looking at him.
Now the immortal had yet another reason to pursue his new goals. There were other strains out there. Hiro wouldn’t best him, no. He’d break the world until it was as broken as he was himself. And then he’d heal it.
And now you've spent your life
Waiting for this moment
And when you finally saw it come
It passed you by and left you so defeated
He had waited his entire life waiting for this moment, the moment that glass containing Strain 138 would shatter, and the world would be changed forever. And he would be there to oversee it all, in the shadows, until the right moment. He would be their savior, he could help them all by fixing the world that was already far too broken before the virus had struck.
But he never heard it. Hiro had made sure of that.
They had always had their disagreements. They both knew it would eventually come to this from the moment Carp had lied to him. But Hiro still couldn’t kill him directly, some how couldn’t bear to have Adam’s blood on his clean slate. Adam was always the one who ended up getting his hands dirty. Always. It never mattered to him before. This shouldn’t be an exception.
Only it was.
His sword, the one Hiro had stolen numerous times and claimed as his own, was against the other’s neck, just short of cutting deeply into a main artery. And still, Hiro didn’t move, just slipping his hand off of Adam’s shoulder, and staring bravely at him. Almost daring him to do it. Glaring fiercely at Hiro, Adam drew back the sword, away from the time traveler’s neck. The sigh of relief from the other was audible. The sheer fact he presumed Adam wouldn’t infuriated him. He could hear it, as if Hiro was speaking directly into his mind, “I knew you wouldn’t.”
Wrong, Carp. Kensei wouldn’t. But I would.
The sword was plunged, straight through, piercing the heart of the great Hiro that had saved Japan. The last thing Carp would see would be him. And yet, as he drew the sword out of Hiro’s shuddering body, the final look his Carp gave him managed to make Adam feel as if he was the one dying, drained of all of his blood.
Adam’s heart was already fractured and splintered, there wasn’t anything left for Hiro’s imposing figure to do to it. So instead, it took his mind, distorting it and twisting it just a little more each time Adam thought about anything in relation to him.
He had won, the body laying in front of him proved that clearly enough. But Hiro still defeated him. Hiro always managed to do that, made him feel small and inadequate on the inside by just looking at him.
Now the immortal had yet another reason to pursue his new goals. There were other strains out there. Hiro wouldn’t best him, no. He’d break the world until it was as broken as he was himself. And then he’d heal it.