Title: Just By Looking At Her
Rating: PG
Characters: Angela
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Spoilers: The Pilot
Summary: I wrote this a while a go based on the first description line on what would become Angela, from the pilot script -
"Don't let her sweet appearance fool you, she is a formidable woman."
Just By Looking At Her
(or Formidable Secrets of an Invisible Past.)
Angela Petrelli knew that just by looking at her, no one could guess her past, that she too had once been young; that she too had her youthful follies. The young seldom understand, or see it; that they too will grow up, grow old. Just by looking at her, \ no one could guess that a long time ago Angela Petrelli had worn short tight skirts and listened to Lynyrd Skynyrd. That she had worn red, red lipstick, the color of blood, back when she didn't have to wear any make-up at all just to make it look like she didn't need any at all. That once upon a time, she had gorged herself on chocolates when her metabolism was fast and her morals less than questionable. That she too could be selfish and materialistic, feel sexy and powerful, look death in the eye and like it. That Angela Petrelli had run around on her husband, had been fast and loose with her sexual freedom like all the girls her age at the time, even if it was only with one man; still, she had done it.
Yes, Angela Petrelli knew most people, including her two sons, could never dream or begin to imagine that she had once been like them, that she too had lived a life, that she too had been young. That before she was a mother and wife, Angela had lived a life less than ordinary and, \ for a time, before the regret set in, she had enjoyed it - far too much.
And Angela Petrelli liked it that way, she liked her secrets just fine. If only Angela would understand that her secrets did not save the world, they crushed it into a million tiny little pieces. But that was too far away from her understanding anymore, for life, for reality, had already caused so much blunt trauma to Angela Petrelli's soul - she could no longer think with an open heart,like her son Peter – her heart was far too crowded with pain for that. For power is the most addictive of drugs; and it corrupts absolutely. Yes, Angela Petrelli was nothing but a formidable woman. She was not meek, no not for decades and even if she was, she knew just how to hide it - even from herself. And, what Angela Petrelli knew could be her most deadly of secrets; for it gave her the element of power everyone craves: surprise.
And so it all begins.
"For Gods sake Ma...." Nathan stormed into the police station interrogation room.
Yes, Angela Petrelli liked her secret identity just fine. It served its purpose very well.