002 || Nathan Petrelli || Video

[law_anddisorder]

[The feed begins, and the screen shakes and jumps until it comes to rest, showing Nathan sitting in a chair, looking angry, blood trickling down his neck and soaking into his shirt collar.]

I can't -- I can't fucking believe I'm actually doing this. No one wants to hear this God damn shit, Val!

[He knows that's not the point. It's an experiment

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[chimeramimic]

[Okay, where's he suppose to start? How about with the worst one and we'll go from there, how's that?]

Nathan--

[No, no, someone doesn't look happy. In fact, he looks decidedly less than happy. One might even call this livid. If anyone had to guess of course. Maybe murderous.]

The first time we slept together... I was two or three and having nightmares and Mom picked me up and stuck me in with you. [Glare. GLARE OF DOOM.] I have no idea what you're-- I don't care either. I mean, if she's making you say that shit... Or do that other shit... Whatever. It's fine. I'm not going to judge you.

I'm your brother. I love you.

And I hate you for sleeping with my girlfriend! Jesus! Is nothing sacred?!

[law_anddisorder]

[Peter's on the other end of the feed now, just as he'd expected. What did that take, all of three seconds? And as expected, he looks pretty pissed. God damn it, this is stuff Nathan would have taken to his deathbed.]

Peter... I never wanted you to know about any of this, because I didn't want it to hurt you. I'm selfish and only think about myself half the time -- well, all the time. You didn't deserve it.

I love you too. More than you know, Peter. No, Val, I'm not telling him that. I'm not--

[Nathan's hands fly to his throat, but he's unable to stop the pain of hundreds of little pins stabbing briefly into his skin. More blood trickles through his fingers.]

Peter, just stay away from me, all right? I don't want to hurt you any worse. I've done enough for a lifetime.

[chimeramimic]

[Well good luck with that, bucko. Because right now? Right now Peter's Faciliberry is showing the ceiling.]

[His first attempt at teleporting put him in the ruined cafeteria -- hurray for that one, right? Good job, Petrelli! -- but the second time? Nathan's room. Good. He snatches the phone from his brother's hands and throws it over his shoulder so that he can get at his neck.]

[This time? No strangling involved.]

[law_anddisorder]

[Nathan figures Peter's so pissed that he's just ignoring him now, and he gets ready to make another recording containing his deepest, darkest secrets. That's when Peter appears like a bat out of hell and tears the phone out of his hands. Even while Peter examines his wounds, Nathan is compelled to keep talking.]

Peter... I told Ma not to let you try out for the football team, because I didn't want one of those huge jocks crushing you to death. And Dad used to constantly tell me he thought you were gay.

Peter, please get away from me!