hey! here's part four, i'm hoping to post two more parts, making this the longest story i've done so far! I love this one, and i'm really proud of it...there's only one more catastrophic event to come. hopefully it doesn't drag too much.

silvie-thanks so much for always reviewing! yeah, Tadashi's suit is blue and copper, a beautiful color scheme i think...i use it for my nails all the time, and the colors fit him so well. although a black and red suit would look pretty cool too...

thanks everyone! enjoy the chapter!

We bring Teddy home to the café and try to make the place actually suitable for a baby. Poor little guy—he doesn't have a real home.

Teddy has to sleep on Tadashi and Honey's side of the room, but he keeps waking me up in the middle of the night. It's horrible. Dashi, Honey, and I get maybe eight hours of sleep—combined—a night.

My wrist heals quickly, and I get the splint off a few days after Teddy's birth. I still can't believe Honey bruised it. She keeps apologizing profusely, and I keep telling her it's okay. It really is. I can type and everything.

I've been trying to locate Obake for a couple weeks, but to no avail. He really doesn't want to be found. There's been a lot of falling asleep at my desk lately. I'm pretty sure the keys are permanently imprinted into my forehead/cheek/jaw/etc. It's not fun.

Then, about a month after Teddy is born, our food runs out completely. Honey can still nurse her son for a little bit, but not for long. We have to find Obake and take him down fast—I'm pretty sure he's not letting any imports into San Fransokyo.

I sit slumped over my desk, my dirty cheek pressed against the keys, staring out the window. The sun would be setting, but the smoke is still covering the sky, and lightning keeps flashing. Why has the storm been going on for almost two months? It shouldn't be—

And then I realize something.

Obake has my energy amplifier, so he can control a lot of electricity. He must be amplifying something, something big. And that electricity is stretched into a force field, which is covering the whole city so no one can get in or out. That must be why lightning is still flashing even though there's no thunder or rain. If we can destroy whatever he's amplifying, or if we can get the amplifier back, we'll be able to defeat him.

I'm sometimes impressed by my own genius. I'm also very unimpressed by how long it took me to figure that out.

Now all we need to do is find a) whatever Obake is amplifying, b) Obake himself. Either would be good. Both would be preferable.

My mind starts to race. What could Obake be amplifying that could cover the whole city with its electricity? It's probably something like the power station—actually, the power station is the only thing it could possibly be. Nothing else is that electric as well as that big.

Assuming it's the power station, we have to take it out. It might cost a lot, but it can be replaced—saving the city is more important. Retrieving the amplifier would be better and not destroy anything, but it's going to be much harder to accomplish. And if things go wrong, Obake could literally blow up the entire city.

But it's a risk we have to take.

I call the comm link and inform everyone of my theory. "We have to destroy the power station. I don't know how, but we have to."

Honey leaves Teddy with Aunt Cass, and we go out to the power station to survey the scene.

Sure enough, when we get to the power station, I can see the purplish electricity crackling across it. That's definitely the work of the energy amplifier.

We cautiously approach the power station, Baymax flying us over the wall. Obake is nowhere in sight, so we start trying to take it out. Baymax slams his rocket fist into the poles again and again, GoGo and Wasabi saw at literally everything, Fred burns it relentlessly, Honey tries to make it less electric by throwing chem balls at it, and since Tadashi is the one with electricity, he tries to disrupt the current. I'm pretty sure we're wearing it down. Or at least they are—my magnets aren't gonna do much against this.

We've been going at this for at least an hour—and making pretty good progress—when Obake finally shows up.

"Are you destroying it?" he asks, shaking his head sadly. "It won't do you much good. I could recreate the Great Catastrophe at any moment if I wanted to, and I suppose I haven't knocked down quite all of the buildings in this city. It might be better."

"You're not going to win this time," I yell down at him, the wind tearing at my face. "So don't try anything!"

"On the contrary, Hiro, I will try whatever means I deem necessary to take control of my city. That is all I want, the city, and you can rule beside me. Do we have a deal?"

"Never!" I yell, holding onto Baymax for dear life as he shoots another rocket fist at the power station. "I'm not like you!"

"Aren't you, though?" Obake says, and I realize what he's going to do before he does it.

In slow motion, I watch Obake throw the energy amplifier into the middle of the power station. The electricity spreads through the poles and wires, and I know that everyone in the city will die if we don't get that amplifier far away from here.

And I know what I have to do.

I grit my teeth and steer Baymax into a dive, flying towards the base of the power station, where the energy amplifier is. I know I might be dead in a few seconds, and I find myself praying for forgiveness and comfort for my family.

Baymax stretches out a hand and grabs the energy amplifier, yanking it out of the power station. We're going to take this far, far away—if we get out of here in the three seconds before it explodes.

Suddenly—and to think this all happened in less than five seconds—I'm yanked off of Baymax's back. By Baymax. He places me on his rocket fist, which is holding the amplifier, and I realize what he's doing.

"Baymax, no!" I scream. I can't let this happen. Not again.

The rocket fist detaches, and I'm flying.

The explosion from the power station shatters the air, and suddenly the sky is full of flying debris and shrapnel, and I'm thrown a lot farther than I should be on this rocket fist.

I start to descend about three seconds after the explosion, when the shock wave hits, and I lose my grip on the rocket, slamming into a pile of wreckage and tumbling down it. I slam hard into the ground, and as the world goes dark, the last thing in my mind is:

We did it.

We defeated Obake.

And the city is safe now.

When I open my eyes, I see a lot of stars. Everything hurts.

I put a hand up to my head, feeling for an injury. There's a bruise on the side of my skull, but it doesn't really hurt enough to be the injury that knocked me out. It was probably the shock wave that actually knocked me unconscious, and I just happened to get a bruise as well. At least I don't have another concussion, I guess.

I sit up dazedly, checking myself over for other injuries. My whole body feels bruised and sore from the fall, there's a cut across my zygomatic arch trickling blood down my cheek, and my headache pulses every time I move, but I don't think I'm seriously hurt, so I stand up. I think I might have pulled a muscle in my back, and maybe twisted my knee—it can support my weight, but it hurts to stand on it. I keep reminding myself that it could be worse.

Dizzy, sore, and covered in soot and dirt, I shakily climb to the top of the pile of rubble, looking out over the barren landscape.

The power station is gone, as are most of the piles of debris. It looks like the explosion destroyed the destruction, which is almost incomprehensible. I didn't think the city could possibly be more broken. But at least we took out Obake.

I slide back down the hill to the rocket fist, which is still clutching the energy amplifier, harmless now. I pick up the small device and turn it over, amazed that this almost took out everyone in San Fransokyo. I need to either lock it in a safe or destroy it.

As I gaze down at the rocket fist, I remember that Baymax sacrificed himself—again—to get the amplifier out of the way before it could blow up and kill everyone. And to get me out of the way before the explosion would certainly have killed me too, regardless of how big it was. We were too close. I should have just run in there myself—then Baymax wouldn't have had to do it.

I decide I have to find the others and make sure they're okay, so I limp back over the mountain of debris toward the power station. I'm surprised to discover that I was thrown really far by the shock wave—around a quarter mile. I'm amazed I'm not dead.

When I finally reach the remains of the power station, panting and exhausted, I look around for any signs of life. All I can see is fire and rubble and smoke, which stings my eyes and doesn't help my asthma.

I wander the area around the power station, coughing and calling out for my friends. No one answers for a very long time, and I'm beginning to think they're all dead.

Then suddenly, as I limp over yet another mound of wreckage, my foot catches on something and I fall over, all the wind knocked out of me as my chest hits the broken pieces of concrete.

"Ow," I groan as soon as I get my breath back. I twist around to see what I tripped over, and I'm alarmed to discover Baymax's other fist sticking out of the debris.

I scramble up and start digging. "Baymax! Can you hear me, buddy?" I tear furiously at the rocks pinning Baymax until my knuckles are scraped and bleeding and I have to stop.

Baymax blinks slowly. "Error. Error. I have malfunctioned, Hiro. Error."

I let out a dry sob of relief. He's at least not destroyed. I have to leave him and go find the others.

I limp through the ruins of my city, calling out for my friends and my brother. Mostly my brother. But no one answers. No one at all, not even a regular citizen of San Fransokyo. Where is everyone?

I look up and see the silhouette of the bridge in the distance—I wonder if enough of it is still standing for people to escape. I don't think so, since there's no way for rebuilding supplies to get into the city. So where are they? Maybe they swam away?

I continue limping through the rubble-strewn streets and eventually come to the café. Miraculously, it's still not all the way down. Our street has been lucky, I guess. I cautiously open the door to the café and discover it darkened and silent. That's really not good.

Something on one of the tables catches my eye, and I turn my head to see Teddy's blanket, burned slightly at the edges and spattered with—

Blood.

Something is very, very wrong.

Terrified, I start hyperventilating. Where are Teddy and Aunt Cass? And where's the rest of Big Hero 6? Why is the city deserted?

Obake is behind this, I'm sure of it.

I walk over to the table and pick up the baby blanket. A small piece of paper flutters to the ground, and I bend over, pick it up, and read it.

hello, hiro. you thought you'd defeated me. but you're wrong.

everyone you care about is at the warehouse. I couldn't find you or your robot, or you'd be here too.

when you read this, it may be too late. but you won't know until you come. so I advise coming, if you wish to save anyone at all. I'll kill them one by one until everyone is dead unless you show up. as of now, one of your friends is already dead.

you see, I never lose.

so farewell, hiro hamada. until we meet again.

I think I'm having a panic attack. I have never been so scared in my life, and I know that even though I may have saved the city, I have not saved what matters most to me.

Flinging open the door, I sprint down the street to the warehouse, ignoring the warm liquid running down my cheek. I can't tell if it's tears or blood, but I don't care. My team—and my family—needs me. I have to get to them, or all is lost.

I'm not losing this much again.