Word count: 382
Rating: PG for swearing and meaness
Prompt: Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now i hate it. - Redundant for scifi_muses
Notes: Letter to Angela after the Fifth Stage, season 4 Heroes
How about that pie you brought over to Peter’s for Thanksgiving? It was pretty good. Homemade is better, but I realize that Evil Stepmonsters, which is how I think of you now, don’t bake for their children. They might bake their children, but they don’t do nice things for them.
I know you’re going through hell right now. Tell me, please. How long ago did you know I was going to kill Nathan? Long enough that you fed me Bridget on purpose, so I’d have her ability and be able to read Nathan’s memories? Did you play the mommy card with me because of it too, so I’d have a soft spot in my black little heart that belonged to you? I know you’ll never tell me the truth if I asked, and with my lie detection power, I’d be puking by the time you were done spreading your bullshit.
My favorite part in all of this was the look on Peter’s face when I became me again at dinner. It was priceless. I am a bit surprised that the Italian Eagle Scout jumped up to protect you after what you did to him. You made Peter a fucking patsy. He had a right to know that his brother was gone, and guess what, Bitch. The Nathan parts of me hate you for lying to Peter.
That’s right, Angela, Nathan hates you for making Peter think I was him. Hope that gives you comfort at night. You lost Nathan twice. Once when I killed him, and then you lost him again because you abused Peter. It’s a given that I hate you. You are after all the most evil creature to ever live, and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Peter pulls his head out of his bleeding heart and sees you for what you are.
He was willing to shoot Arthur, Angela. Pretty soon I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he decides you’re not worthy of his love. I bet you had a dream about that by now too. Then Angela, Mother of Harpies, you will find out what it’s like to be alone in this world just like I am.
Keep my seat warm for me in Hell. I’ll be awhile.
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