I'M ALIVE!

So, here's an idea I thought up while watching (rewatching) one of my favorite series. Please enjoy! I don't know what I'm gonna do with it yet.

This work has been researched extensively and is as true to canon as a fanfiction can be. It is the events of the "Five Years Gone" Universe before Hiro traveled back in time. Multiple sources were used.

But it is a fan interpretation.

Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine.

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November 8th, 2006.

The day it happened was the epitome of fear and absolute terror.

The minute the bomb went off, the entire city shook. It was as though the buildings themselves were giving a collective scream of grief at the destruction that tore through their streets. Nothing could stop it and no one was spared. Rich, poor; men, women or children, it did not matter.

All men are equal in death.

When the blastwave finally dissipated, all that was left in its wake was unbridled chaos. Buildings collapsing, roads completely disintegrated. The city on fire.

Everyone screaming.

For mercy.

God did not answer their pleas.

Frantic mothers searching for their lost children. Those unlucky few who had been caught at the tail end of the radiation were left with horrible scars and unfathomable pain. Some were lucky and died right then and there. Others were forced to lay and wait for death to come with its merciful embrace, saving them from a life of unimaginable pain.

Of fear.

New York was in ruins and only one man was to blame.

The exploding man.

The painting which haunted Isaac Mendez until the end of his days. The painting of an unaverted apocalypse which was forever immortalized on his apartments floor. The painting of New York ablaze. No one could have stopped it, because no one saw it coming. Those that did decided it was necessary to 'save the world', seeing themselves as humanitarians.

The reality was so much harsher.

The day after the bomb went off in Kirby Plaza was the day the entire world learned to fear those who were 'special', the ones known only as 'Evos'. Nathan Petrelli, recently elected Congressman of New York had announced their existence, their involvement in the bombing. Of the man named Sylar who had brought the once great city to its knees. The exploding man was an Evo and the entire world was in uproar.

How could someone be so powerful? How could one being cause so much destruction? How could one man?

Then, someone leaked the FBI's secure files on the man only known as 'Sylar.' The same man who was said to have caused the downfall of New York. Pictures of his victims, their heads mutilated and brains exposed, some taken completely, was enough to make the world recoil in horror and disgust.

There were few doubters after that.

No one took into fact Evos had died that day alongside the normals. Among them were Micah Sanders and Ando Masahashi, two key figures in the role of destiny.

The destiny now broken.

Their deaths broke two of the most influential people in the inevitable rebellion.

A few months after the explosion, a fear began to kindle inside the heart of even those who supported the Evos. If one could destroy half of a city, what would another do? Headed by Nathan Petrelli, the Linderman Act was soon put into place in the middle of 2007. The few who questioned outwardly whether or not it was connected to the mobster in Las Vegas were quickly silenced. It was a registration act for all those with special abilities, a curfew imposed upon them and civil liberties taken through political wording that it was all to 'help them.' At first everything was going smoothly.

Then people started disappearing. Slowly at first. But gradually increased until it was no longer able to be hidden. Evos started to go into hiding, but it wasn't enough.

A year later, it was as if martial law had been passed. The Linderman Act was prosecuted to its fullest extent and those who did not comply were imprisoned within a facility only known about through rumours. Through hearsay.

No one who was taken there ever came back.

The Moab Federal Penitentiary.

A special division of Homeland Security was created, growing from 'The Company.' It was led by one Matthew Parkman to help with these 'detainees.' An evo with the ability to read people's thoughts. The gift of telepathy and the curse. He was the perfect interrogator. The perfect search dog.

Others joined him. The Haitian, Rene, was amongst the first. A woman by the name of Elle Bishop and many others with powers soon followed. All trying to make the world a better place. All trying to save it, some with darker reasons than others.

In the end, they were all hypocrites.

Betrayers of their own kind.

The resistance was growing everyday to counteract them. Labelled as terrorists, what else could they do to battle the injustice?

Cause even more terror, though at first unintentionally.

Led by Peter Petrelli and Hiro Nakamura, they were practically unstoppable.

Our story picks up outside of Houston, Texas where one of those individuals is standing in the ever-fading sunlight. Echoing the words of a long deceased man as he fingered the hilt on his back.

"We have to stop it."

Another figure appeared next to him, if you had blinked you would have missed it. "Stop what?"

"Everything."

But it would take years to put the plan into place, to map out the past. All they could do, was wait.

Waiting was never an option.

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