Chapter 7
Tadashi couldn't move. He couldn't speak.
"A-Alistair Krei?" He stuttered. He looked from his brother to the successful businessman, his eyes wide. "But... why would you do this?"
Krei smirked coldly. "There's something that your brother has," he stated. "Something that I want." There was not a trace of compassion in his voice.
"Hiro's Microbots," Tadashi realized. All of a sudden, everything made sense.
"He had his chance. But he didn't give them to me," Krei replied. "So I had to steal them from him. Then I set a fire to cover my tracks."
Tadashi shook his head. "No," he murmured.
Krei ignored him. "I tried to find a way to get rid of him, but I guess I didn't have to. He was stupid enough to go into the fire I made." He gestured carelessly towards Hiro's body. "Oh well."
Tadashi stared at him, his eyes overflowing with hatred and betrayal. "You killed him," he whispered. "YOU KILLED HIM!"
"My condolences," Alistair answered flatly.
"You won't get away with this," Tadashi muttered. "I'll tell the police. You're going to end up in prison." His voice wavered slightly.
A coldness settled in Krei's eyes. "But who would believe you? A flimsy college student… against a famous, adored businessman? They'll think you've gone insane from your grief."
He smiled, offering Tadashi half a wave. "Goodbye, Tadashi. Have fun with your precious brother." He spat out the words like they were bitter.
Tadashi listened to his footsteps fade away in the long and desolate hallway. He rushed up to his brother and plugged the cord back into the wall.
Slowly, the lights in all the machines flickered on. Everything was as it is, with the IV leaking a strange colored liquid into Hiro's arm. But this time, the line on the heart monitor was completely flat.
He was too late.
Bear with me, guys. This isn't over yet...