Re-Post of an old Fic
The city lay in ruins. One of many. No landmarks remained, none to distinguish which great existence it once had.
Hiro Nakamura walked the empty streets, feet treading slowly. Buildings torn apart here and there. There were no bodies. None survived the blast. Including Ando. The blast had torn him to ash right before his eyes. And Hiro’s powers couldn’t stop it. They couldn’t save Ando. But yet they saved him. Special Hiro. The one that was supposed to save the world. Supposed to but didn’t.
“Hello Carp.”
Impossible. He was dead. At the center of the blast that killed millions. Yet Hiro turned around and it was true. Adam Monroe stood before him, smirking, in perfect health.
“Adam Monroe.” He unsheathed his sword, holding it out in front of him, ready to kill, but he knew it would do no good.
Adam made no move to defend himself. His blues eyes just twinkled, amused at Hiro’s actions. “You can’t possibly win, you know that. I’m immortal. A god.”
“I can try.”
His powers were gone now. They had saved him one last time before failing. But Adam didn’t know that. Didn’t need to know. If he could just get close enough. Severe the head, he might be able to redeem himself. Save what was left.
The man that was the cause of all this destruction just chuckled. “You’ve tried before. But now is the time to give up.” Adam stepped towards the blade and Hiro clenched it tighter. “I told you, so many years ago what would happen. I told you that I would lay to waste all you loved. And you Hiro, loved the world.”
“You must die.”
Wait for Adam to get distracted. Then do it. Avenge it all. Ando, Peter Petrelli, the cheerleader.
“I can never die. You know that better than anyone. But the time has come. Bow before your god, Hiro and you may live.” He was so close now. Arrogantly deciding he was safe.
“You are not a god.” With that Hiro swung the katana, aiming for the head.
A flash. A light. A white light. Brilliant. Blazing. Soaring. Overwhelming. And Hiro Nakamura was flying through the sky.
He landed in a heap in the remains of what appeared to be an office building. Impossible yet again. Adam Monroe was a healer. What new devilry was this?
The katana lay a few feet away and Hiro lunged for it. Just as he was about to grab it a foot came slamming down, stepping on the blade.
Adam kicked Hiro in the face, slamming the time traveler into the rubble. The 400 year old samurai warrior picked up the Kensei sword, staring at it with almost lust before turning it on Hiro.
“You’re wrong Hiro.”
And everything clicked. The boogyman. Sylar. Adam’s newfound powers. But it was too late.
“I am God.”
The sword flashed killing Hiro Nakamura almost instantly, and the world perished.
The End