Written for a challenge table I found somewhere.
I don't own. Obviously.
005. Glass
Peter doesn't remember dying this time. He doesn't remember a fight, or a disaster. All he remembers is standing outside the Bennett house in Costa Verde.
Then he finds himself lying in the kitchen, grasping for a break he can't seem to obtain.
He reaches for his neck and slides a cool object from his throat. It takes a moment for the wound to heal, and the moment he does, he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with air.
He pulls himself into a sitting position, attempting, unsuccessfully, to ignore the immense pain that shot through him when he did.
Looking down, he realizes where the pain is coming from. Every inch of his body is covered in glass. The floor around him is littered with it.
His left arm seems to have received the brunt of the attack that must have taken place. It is there that he finds the biggest shards dug painfully deep into his skin.
He reaches for the piece that has embedded itself straight through his wrist.
Before he can lift more than a few shards from his skin, he can sense a second presence in the room. He quickly rises to his feet, turning to face his opponent while still pulling glass from his skin.
"You can't win this Uncle Peter," she says.
"What happened to you Claire?"
"I grew up."
"I don't want to fight you Claire."
"And you see, that's why you can never beat me. Because I am strong and you are weak." She smiles evilly, raising her gun.
"I said I didn't want to fight you," he reiterated, levitating the shattered glass off the ground. "But I never said I wouldn't."