Desolation, Part XV

Author: Sirius

Disclaimer: See part I

Author's Note: I had to keep this part short, because for the largest portion of it, I had the dubious honor of getting into the villain's head, and putting down on paper what that person wrote in the story made me physically ill, even when I edited the worst of the words.  I'm sure everyone can guess what those words are supposed to be.  I had to pause before starting into the next part of the story, though I'll probably still be starting it sometime tonight.  I have to get out of the villain's head, first… I cannot understand racism, and hope never to understand it.  Such hatred as that will never make sense, and pity humanity if it ever does.  The chapter rating on this particular portion should probably be R for wording, theme, and content.  It's not easy to stomach.

Chapter summary: The Letter

Dear Charlie,

I hope this letter finds you well and enjoying your position of influence.  What must it be like to have the ear of the most powerful man in the Free World?  What was it like to have his daughter in your bed… or were you in hers?

She's a vibrant young woman, Zoey Bartlet – much like your little hellcat of a sister.  I so love women with spirit… such a challenge.  How did it feel to render Bartlet's daughter unsuitable for any Decent man?  I wonder if you could fully appreciate the experience.  The pity of the matter is that she showed such potential before she met you – innocence and fire.  What a joy she would have been to tame!

Bartlet probably thinks that he has saved his beloved child from judgment by sending her to France, but it truly doesn't matter where she is.  I – we – will get to her eventually.  You see, she must pass through the fire and be purified from your corrupting touch.  Her perfect skin can never be allowed to know the feel of your hands again, and I must erase all memory of your touch.  The logic escapes me… what possible reason could such an intelligent woman have to tolerate a n__'s caress?  I'm sure that I'll have the chance to convince her of the error of her ways soon enough.

I saw your sister the other day, Charlie.  She's a cute little b___, for all she'll never be worth as much as my grandfather's most idiot hunting dog.  I wanted to know her better, though… to see what she had in common with her bastard n____ brother.  Turns out she's every bit as stupid as you, and refuses… or should that be refused… to take a hint.  What is it about your family that makes you all choose the harder route?  It would have been so much easier if she hadn't fought, but victory was oh, so sweet, not that there was ever really a contest.

Think about this, Charlie, the next time your fingers grace Zoey Bartlet's perfect white skin, the next time you dare to rise above your place.  Your sister screamed.  By the time I was done using her like that b____ was meant to be used, like it's my RIGHT to use, she begged me to stop.  I didn't, of course.  No n____ b____ can tell me what to do.  Of course, no n____'s b___ can tell me what to do, either.  Poor, poor traitorous Zoey.  What a pity she's out of luck.  She betrayed her people… no better than one of you, now, and she'll suffer the same.  Your sister's already known me.  Bartlet gets the next chance to be purified, and you, you I save for last.  And any Decent man will tell you that the only true way to purify a N____ is to put them through the fires of Hell.  You'll know who I am soon enough.  In the meantime, enjoy the pictures, boy.  They're not as good as the real thing, but I'm sure you can do something with them.

There was no signature or name of any kind at the end of the letter.  Charlie would have been surprised if there was.  He read the letter again, struggling to keep from throwing up.  He stood, went to the door, and motioned William over.  "Could you let Ron know I'd like to talk to him, please?"