PETER
Peter felt quite stupid.
He was laying on the floor, surrounded only by darkness.
His head hurt a lot, but the wounds began to heal. He swiped the blood from the forehead while looking around. It has been just few days since he met Claude and started to learn how to control
all the powers he had. It was going quite well.
Til now.
He was supposed to fly to the opposite balcony. All went well, but because of the darkness, he didn't noticed the glass window until it was too late.
Peter finally got up, completely healed. Stepping over the pieces of glass on the floor he saw other man on the roof. As he carefully flew over to him, he could see Claude grinning broadly.
"Try not to fly into glass, mate."
