On the rooftop of the Deveaux Society, the hero returns. Unaware his father has died on this roof. Unaware of who now possesses ownership of this roof. And he is thus surprised when atop the building, with a dim rooftop lighting casting a halo around this man, is Sylar.
"Sylar?" Hiro Nakamura states with surprise. This man was evil, how could he still be alive? At least he had saved New York, from the looks of it. Hiro, that is. Not this…monster, this parasite. Yet something looked dark about this rooftop. Everything had, though. Ever since he had killed his hero
"The name's Gabriel Grey, Hiro." The man spoke with a calm, convincing and charismatic air.
"It could not be. You are no angel." Hiro sputtered defiantly.
"Neither are you. You've fled the truth." He smirked, almost acknowledging his evil actions of the past. But pointing out the flaws in Hiro. He could've used Hiro, not as a tool, but as a companion. He needed all the help he could get. Bennett and the Haitian weren't enough, and they, too, had their disagreement with his prophecies and sermons.
"I have not!" But he had, he had run from the past, where his hero, Adam Monroe was dead. He hadn't even killed him. Not until he encountered him. Hiro found a then-deserted island in 1800, thought he'd escaped. But no, no. Adam had to haunt him, and he'd had to…kill him. It was tough. But he stayed dead. Not like Sylar…or Gabriel, as he was now called.
"You have. Now let me tell you a story. It's I can hope for to keep you from killing me."
"Not true. You have your powers." Hiro had his hand on his hilt and his eyes half-squinting, trying to brace himself for battle with the man he thought evil…the man he thought dead.
"Not anymore. A lot's changed, Hiro. A lot." Gabriel sat down, as if meditative.
"Tell me." Hiro did as well, sheerly business.
"Peter's been captured. He's lost his will to fight the Company, who believe he's dangerous. He won't be controlled. But he is. He's a case study, and soon the Company plan to unleash him as a nuclear weapon." Hiro gasped at this news.
"Yes, I'm sorry too." The new Sylar…no, Gabriel…still retained some dry wit. But he appeared sincere, and he continued. "No one's seen Claire. I haven't killed…not since the Haitian and I removed our greatest threats, Maya and Alejandro. Nikki is also dead, Peter got violent when Mohinder and her, as partners, were doing some interrogation."
"This…is all lies…you're scaring me…" Hiro seemed overwhelmed; he really was not ready for this. His encounters with Adam Monroe had broken him, and now he would live in denial, and hiding. "You're still evil!"
Gabriel saw the flash of the blade, glimmering in the shadows, surreptitiously. He saw it whip of the sheath like lightning. Now would've been an opportune moment for Hiro to freeze time, and he tried. Like hell he tried. Gabriel just sidestepped the stroke, and commented.
"Don't believe me? Look behind you, look who I'm working with." Bennett and the Haitian appeared from the door, coolly nodding and the Haitian, eyes closed, canceling Hiro's power.
"Whatever I have stepped into…It…it isn't real..." Hiro was shrouded in pain, and he couldn't escape. From the realization that Takezo Kensei was just a legend, to killing 'Takezo'. And what he came home to should be a happy world, with the cheerleader alive and Sylar dead. This was all too much. Many can't handle the truth…when it's gloomy…dreadful…dark.
"Oh, it is, Hiro. And we need you." Bennett beckoned with his voice.
"I can't take it…" Hiro backed towards the building, as if he'd jump.
"Hiro, don't do this." Noah Bennett made every word sound pleading and commanding at once.
"Sayonara." Hiro shuddered at the thought of this future, and vanished.