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23 June 2007 @ 11:49 pm
Isaac/Sylar - the showdown (or is it?)  
Only open to Sylar

He had seen it all, in his mind's eye. A drug induced high which had brought on the most powerful and painful vision of his life. Last time he'd almost killed himself with the drugs he'd woken up atop a mural depicting the explosion of New York spread right across the floor. Now, now he was going to see how it all happened. 

He couldn't control his ability like this. His hand would paint whatever his mind saw. And now he seemed to be forever stuck on repeat painting his own death. It was as if killing Simone had cemented his own fate. Perhaps he deserved this for destroying everything he cared about. He could not save Simone. But there was at least one thing he cared about which he could save - New York. His beloved city. But to do this he'd have to sacrifice himself.

At least that's what he initially thought. He saw everything happen - saw Sylar kill him, saw Sylar take his powers and begin to paint his own death. He was doomed to the same fate Isaac had been. One piece after another depicting how Peter Petrelli would hunt him down, and the comic - well Isaac spelt that one out plain and simple. Hiro was to run him through with a sword. And the only way he could ensure Hiro would ever see this was to put the image in the pages of a comic book which he would hopefully read in time. And give it to Nick - the most untrustworthy of all people who was forever leaking out plotlines to the public.

Isaac slipped the hand-drawn comic into an envelope and closed the flap. He studied it in his hands, every little line of ink that stained the outside of the golden paper. This was his final moment. That one that would lead to his death. In a rewind of a future!flash moment he had seen it all happen after this. The door to his studio loft opened and he glanced up at the young man who entered the building.

"You'd do anything for a preview, wouldn't you?" Isaac said with a knowing smile.
paintonhigh on August 11th, 2007 01:27 pm (UTC)
Part 1 of 2
“A preview?” the young Asian man asked as he descended the stairs. His face lit up as he saw what lay within Isaac’s hands. “Don’t tell me you’ve done something new already! I thought you just wanted me to drop something off.”

Isaac nodded, slotting the last of the hand-drawn pages into the gold envelope. “My editor needs these pages right away, so I thought I’d call my best messenger.”

“Oh man, the new Ninth Wonders! I’ve been dying to find out what happens to Hiro,” Nic said enthusiastically, straining to take a sneak peek over Isaac’s shoulder.

“The latest and the last,” Isaac said, pulling the last page out again for one last longing look before sliding it in again.

“Last?” Nic asked, disappointment in his voice.

“Looks that way.”

“Why? What do you mean?” Nic asked nervously.


Isaac picked up the envelope, now solidly packed with graphical pages, and brushed past Nic hoping he did not fully register his melancholy tone and trying to avoid his gaze. True he sounded suicidal, but it was not he that would cause his own death. That part was yet to come. Not one to be completely left in the dark and still dying to know what was within that envelope Isaac was so hurriedly taking away, Nic raced after him.

“Ah… so what happens to Hiro in this one?”

Slowly Isaac leant forward, lowering his voice to a whisper as if the whole world could hear their conversation. “Promise you won’t post any spoilers?”

Nic smiled and nodded, hoping he was convincing enough. Though they seemed to be dancing around this like a badly acted play, both silently knew that this would not be the case. Nic would discover Hiro’s future and certainly post the gossip on his blog, sending the information out into an endless network of systems that would hopefully find Hiro if the comic did not. With his thumb firmly pressed against the edge of the cover page, Isaac momentarily lifted it to reveal the title “Hiro in the Future”.

“Future!” Nic gasped enthusiastically. “How do you come up with this stuff?”

“It’s a gift. Speaking of which…” Isaac turned and wandered back to his desk. A book lay open depicting the very image that had navigated Simone’s demise – the moment she had kissed Peter in the rain. Saying goodbye to the image forever, Isaac closed the book and brought it back over to Nic, laying it in the palm of his hand.

“Your sketch book? Are you serious?”

“Hold onto it. It might be worth something someday.”

Bouncing excitedly, thrilled with the gift and barely able to speak, the huge fan could only manage to emit a breathy “Thank you” before racing out the door.

Relief washed over Isaac at completing his first task as he wearily lowered his hands back onto the table where the comic had once been. His eyes lifted and locked onto the concealed images of his own death. He knew where he had put them, just slightly out of the way so Nic would not have noticed when he arrived. Not that he did care; he had been too enthused about the new issue.