Voice: Focus
Oct. 21st, 2010 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic"Your focus needs more focus." -- Karate Kid, 2010
Peter was tired of this. He was tired of his body aching, of wandering around the city following a scruffy hobo, he was tired of the theft and the snaky comments and a thousand other tiny little things.
When he had that dream of exploding, he was naturally scared out of his mind. But then he met Claude and he was sure this was what he was supposed to do. Claude was in the dream, after all. He had to be important somehow, and for him to have some idea of Peter’s ability was only proof of that.
But being beaten with sticks was not what he expected at all. Peter really started to wonder if Claude knew what he was doing any more than his student.
“That’s enough!” Peter snapped, knocking the stick away as Claude made moves to threaten him with it again. “This isn’t working.”
“Ah.” The older man lowered his weapon. “So you’re givin’ up, then?”
“No,” Peter snapped, gritting his teeth. “I just don’t think hitting me is doing anything except giving me bruises.”
“It wouldn’t be hittin’ you at all if you could control your power,” Claude pointed out. Peter let out an annoyed huff, knowing the invisible man was correct. All the power was there, just not the knowledge of how to wield it.
“I’m trying,” the empath said at last.
“Try harder,” Claude retorted, and swung the stick again.
Peter was tired of this. He was tired of his body aching, of wandering around the city following a scruffy hobo, he was tired of the theft and the snaky comments and a thousand other tiny little things.
When he had that dream of exploding, he was naturally scared out of his mind. But then he met Claude and he was sure this was what he was supposed to do. Claude was in the dream, after all. He had to be important somehow, and for him to have some idea of Peter’s ability was only proof of that.
But being beaten with sticks was not what he expected at all. Peter really started to wonder if Claude knew what he was doing any more than his student.
“That’s enough!” Peter snapped, knocking the stick away as Claude made moves to threaten him with it again. “This isn’t working.”
“Ah.” The older man lowered his weapon. “So you’re givin’ up, then?”
“No,” Peter snapped, gritting his teeth. “I just don’t think hitting me is doing anything except giving me bruises.”
“It wouldn’t be hittin’ you at all if you could control your power,” Claude pointed out. Peter let out an annoyed huff, knowing the invisible man was correct. All the power was there, just not the knowledge of how to wield it.
“I’m trying,” the empath said at last.
“Try harder,” Claude retorted, and swung the stick again.