Smallville season 10 and Heroes season 4. A merging of universes is difficult, so I plead for some suspension of disbelief. characters are copyright of their respective companies.
Green kryptonite… Clark thought, defeated.
Hovering inches off the ground, Clark was pinned against the wall behind him. His powers were nullified by the green rock, his strength was waning, quickly, the all too familiar pain weakening him, his resolve, his will. In front of him stood a man with black hair, an evil grin on his face, and a hand pointed towards him.
"With your powers, nothing can stop me." The man said, raising his hand with a single finger pointed in his direction. Clark felt a splitting pain on his forehead, blood dribbling down from the wound. He screamed, in agony, in defeat, in horror.
And the worst part, there was nothing he could do about it.
Six weeks earlier
Special delivery. That's what the mail said. Clark opened up one of his first few fan mails he ever received. For his writing that is. Ever since Lois taught him how to become a fool as his 'ordinary' self, he's been getting very little attention. At his desk, across from Lois, he opened his mail. It was a short letter, so he felt no need to speed through it. A slight beeping noise emanated from his computer and a little warning message appeared.
A bank robbery, shouldn't be too long. Clark thought to himself. Excusing himself aloud and slightly stumbling towards the elevator, he crashed into a delivery man holding several other packages.
"I-I-I'm sorry a-about that." Clark said, helping the man pick up the dropped items.
"It's okay, you learn to deal with inconveniences." The man said.
Strange wording for a mailman. Clark thought in his head. He looked up to the man. Blonde messy hair hung down from the deliveryman's hat. His face was slightly stubbly, a couple of days since he last shaved, Clark bet to himself. He had an odd… inquisitive look about him. Something about his presence made him weary, so he decided to take a look.
The familiar shifting in his eyes changed his vision from regular to x-ray. Nothing, he seemed very normal on the inside, except for an oddly placed cell. Clark thought it might have been cancer, but how could he warn the man without revealing himself.
At this point, Clark turned off his x-ray vision and stood up, handing over the fallen papers to the man. "A-again, s-sorry about that." Clark said, apologizing once more before walking into the elevator. What Clark didn't know was that he had just met potentially the most dangerous man he would ever meet.
Lois pulled up to the apartment building in metropolis. Looking into the sky she saw the familiar red and blue blur in the sky, Clark was flying to save or stop someone, maybe doing both at the same time. Distracted, she played with her keys, locked her car and turned around, finding the face of Lex Luthor close to hers, staring into her eyes.
"Why hello Lois," He said, with a smirk.
She stood there, shocked in horror as a black bag was pulled over her head. Fighting with all her might, she managed to land a couple of punches and kicks. Being held by four men, one for each limb, made it difficult to fight back. Her screams echoed right back into her ears, the sack must have been sound proof, because noone came to her aid. All her ruthless fighting landed her was a strong electric shock from a taser, and she finally blacked out.
The night before
"You can do anything Pete, anything. Remember that. I love you"
"Nathan… I love you, Nathan." Peter said, before Nathan let go.
Peter watched as his brother, what remained of him, drop down the side of the building, slowly, his face shifting , his body morphing into the all too terrifying figure of Sylar. With a crash, Sylar landed on a car down below. Getting up and waving goodbye, he flew into the sky, away from the building. Peter watched Sylar fly away. Defeated, tears streaming down his face, Peter left the side of the building to find his mother and tell her the news.
The scream filled the halls, the green rock glowing, a head being split open and Sylar's ominous smile at the terror of this foe. Then blackness. The landscape suddenly changed. A charred tree stood in front of her, she turned around and found New York in ruins. But she realized that some of the buildings were unfamiliar, slowly none of them were, and a destroyed Metropolis rose from the distruction, with burnt down buildings falling for newly destroyed ones. Buildings toppled again and she saw the London Eye, the Eiffel tower, landmarks of London, Paris, Berlin, Tokyo, every major city in the world rose as defeated ashes. Suddenly a figure in blue and red, with an S on the chest showed up. The face, the one whose head Sylar split open, was shown. Light emanated from him, and the light shone on buildings, destroyed buildings were new again, untouched. But the face changed, slowly morphed, until Sylar wore the red and blue suit. The buildings returned to their destroyed face.
"Now, your turn." Sylar said, lifting his hand at her, his finger pointing. And she started screaming. –
Angela woke up to the sound of her own screaming. The dream was pretty clear, one of the very few times it was. Morning dawn light spilled into the room. She shook her head and picked up a phone. Dialing, she waited until the phone line clicked and a familiar voice spoke through the other end.
"Hello?" The male voice said, slightly exhausted, as if having just woken up.
"Oliver, we need to speak. This is urgent."
Authors note: Just noticed how the stars didnt transfer over from microsoft word. Ill be doing that manually now to make each section more clear.