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thewatchmaker) wrote2010-02-08 01:17 pm
thewatchmaker) wrote2010-02-08 01:17 pm
Entry tags:
Petrelli Family Values - Angela, Peter, "Nathan", Sylar
Character: Angela, Peter, "Nathan", Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 701
Rating: PG 13 - murder, blood, swearing
Notes: 'Verse Carny Queen, Nathan went a little crazy and had to be locked up. Sylar is trying to claw his way out like Alien.
Prompt: Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
It’s unacceptable. All that she’d done to save her son, to save Nathan, and he was locked up in a padded cell. This was Parkman’s fault. If he’d done what she asked, and come back to make sure Sylar didn’t come back, Nathan would be fine. Now she was juggling so much. Peter was pestering her. The press was trying to find out what was going on. Angela couldn’t count how much money she’d had to dish to cover up what was going on with the man who was supposed to be her son.
“Ma what are you doing now?” Peter demanded as he came into her office. He was still wearing his uniform from his ridiculous job. “They told me you’re moving Nathan to another hospital. I won’t be able to see him everyday if you do that. He needs me.”
“Peter, your brother is a United States Senator; he can’t stay in the ward of that place. It would be unseemly. There is no way in Hell I can keep this out of the press with him there.”
“I hate to break it to you, Ma, but the press already knows. Did you see New York One? Someone in the hospital took a video. Someone else got the security camera footage. Everyone knows Nathan had a nervous breakdown, Ma. You can’t cover this up,”
“Your brother will be treated with dignity and respect,” she snapped, sucking on her lips as Peter took a step back. This was all going to shit, and she had no idea how to stop it. Her dreams had been no help. If anything since Sylar became Nathan, they’d stopped working altogether. She could never sleep long enough for anything to come to her. “Something he can’t get in that place you work. He’ll be visited as often as possible by both of us.”
“Right like he was before this. Ma he called me three times, came to see me because something was wrong with him, and I didn’t help him. He was picking up abilities like I used to, but I couldn’t be bothered to help him. This is my fault.”
“Perhaps it is, dear.” Better for you to think that than know the truth, Peter. “Now let me finish the arrangements. Nathan can’t stay in that horrible place another night.”
***
The walls were closing in. He could feel them. Every time he opened his eyes, the wall was inches from his face, He’d tried to get away, but he was confined. The jacket made it hard to breathe, and he’d been screaming so long that his voice was gone. If the wall hadn’t been padded, he’d have bashed in his skull to make the voices and memories stop.
He wasn’t the first one to be locked in that room or wear that straight jacket.
“I’m here to see my son.” He looked up from the furthest corner in the room. His heart was pounding hard enough to rattle the buckles on the jacket. “Now open this door at once.”
He should love her, be relieved at the sight of her, but instead rage fills him. The walls of the room vibrate with it. He glares at her, eyes narrowed as Angela Petrelli walks in flanked by an orderly and another man he doesn’t know.
“Oh Nathan what have you done?” She steps carefully over the spongy floor to bend down. Her long nails scrape the stubble on his chin. “You’re not in there are you, Nathan. Neither one of you.” She lets out a deep sigh. “I’m disappointed in you, Gabriel. You’ve let me down again.”
Still wearing a face that isn’t his, he snaps at her fingers. His sharp teeth connect, tearing into the thin flesh and ripping a chunk out of her hand. Blood stains his teeth as she scrambles back with a cry and her men push him away. “I’ll kill you. Kill all of you.”
“That’s enough from you, Nathan.” Angela wraps a scarf around her injured hand and walks on shaky legs for the door. “You’ll be in a better place tomorrow, and you have better be a gentleman when I come to see you next time.”
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 701
Rating: PG 13 - murder, blood, swearing
Notes: 'Verse Carny Queen, Nathan went a little crazy and had to be locked up. Sylar is trying to claw his way out like Alien.
Prompt: Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! for
scifi_muses It’s unacceptable. All that she’d done to save her son, to save Nathan, and he was locked up in a padded cell. This was Parkman’s fault. If he’d done what she asked, and come back to make sure Sylar didn’t come back, Nathan would be fine. Now she was juggling so much. Peter was pestering her. The press was trying to find out what was going on. Angela couldn’t count how much money she’d had to dish to cover up what was going on with the man who was supposed to be her son.
“Ma what are you doing now?” Peter demanded as he came into her office. He was still wearing his uniform from his ridiculous job. “They told me you’re moving Nathan to another hospital. I won’t be able to see him everyday if you do that. He needs me.”
“Peter, your brother is a United States Senator; he can’t stay in the ward of that place. It would be unseemly. There is no way in Hell I can keep this out of the press with him there.”
“I hate to break it to you, Ma, but the press already knows. Did you see New York One? Someone in the hospital took a video. Someone else got the security camera footage. Everyone knows Nathan had a nervous breakdown, Ma. You can’t cover this up,”
“Your brother will be treated with dignity and respect,” she snapped, sucking on her lips as Peter took a step back. This was all going to shit, and she had no idea how to stop it. Her dreams had been no help. If anything since Sylar became Nathan, they’d stopped working altogether. She could never sleep long enough for anything to come to her. “Something he can’t get in that place you work. He’ll be visited as often as possible by both of us.”
“Right like he was before this. Ma he called me three times, came to see me because something was wrong with him, and I didn’t help him. He was picking up abilities like I used to, but I couldn’t be bothered to help him. This is my fault.”
“Perhaps it is, dear.” Better for you to think that than know the truth, Peter. “Now let me finish the arrangements. Nathan can’t stay in that horrible place another night.”
***
The walls were closing in. He could feel them. Every time he opened his eyes, the wall was inches from his face, He’d tried to get away, but he was confined. The jacket made it hard to breathe, and he’d been screaming so long that his voice was gone. If the wall hadn’t been padded, he’d have bashed in his skull to make the voices and memories stop.
He wasn’t the first one to be locked in that room or wear that straight jacket.
“I’m here to see my son.” He looked up from the furthest corner in the room. His heart was pounding hard enough to rattle the buckles on the jacket. “Now open this door at once.”
He should love her, be relieved at the sight of her, but instead rage fills him. The walls of the room vibrate with it. He glares at her, eyes narrowed as Angela Petrelli walks in flanked by an orderly and another man he doesn’t know.
“Oh Nathan what have you done?” She steps carefully over the spongy floor to bend down. Her long nails scrape the stubble on his chin. “You’re not in there are you, Nathan. Neither one of you.” She lets out a deep sigh. “I’m disappointed in you, Gabriel. You’ve let me down again.”
Still wearing a face that isn’t his, he snaps at her fingers. His sharp teeth connect, tearing into the thin flesh and ripping a chunk out of her hand. Blood stains his teeth as she scrambles back with a cry and her men push him away. “I’ll kill you. Kill all of you.”
“That’s enough from you, Nathan.” Angela wraps a scarf around her injured hand and walks on shaky legs for the door. “You’ll be in a better place tomorrow, and you have better be a gentleman when I come to see you next time.”