Peter has a list. It's not one that's written anywhere, just stuck in the back of his mind when he cant sleep at night. It's the pros and cons of the lot he's been giving in life, the power that marked him different. Most of the time he sticks to the pro side. He can list the way his baby sister laughs every time he pulls a new trick with his speed, the growing hoard in his basement, the first time Wanda let him carry her, the respect being different has earned him on the Moira. Most of the time, he has nothing by pride in what he can do.
He thinks he's found a new item for the con side.
There are times the way he views the world, that slow crawl of motion the world still bound by nature's law that he sees every long second of the day, bothers him. And usually it's the boredom that gets to him in waiting for the world to catch up. But now it's not boredom. He feels it, ever second stretching into minutes in his mind of the light blade piercing his stomach. The slow glide past layers of cloth and skin. The slow press into muscle, the slow way it slides under bone. The slow destruction of blood vessels and viscera. Slow, slow, excruciatingly slow.
It maybe takes a handful of seconds. For Peter it feels like hours.
He jerks to the left, a side effect of the pain making his muscles move beyond his control. The blade slices with the movement, another wave of ohgodohgodohgod riding through him. Somehow Peter gets the presence of mind to step back, or maybe its just how his body sways and falls. He feels the blade slip back out, feels the blood start to pool in it's wake.
He's suddenly staring at the ceiling, the hot metal of the floor against his back. Dark spots dance in his vision, threatening to pull him under. Rinzler is going to kill him, he knows this with a bone deep certainty. His best laid plans have gone awry , the universe was rooting for someone else today. He thinks with whatever is left of his consciousness of his sister.
He hopes what Niko told him is true, that in his failure someone else will step up for her. Wanda deserved better than his mistakes.
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He thinks he's found a new item for the con side.
There are times the way he views the world, that slow crawl of motion the world still bound by nature's law that he sees every long second of the day, bothers him. And usually it's the boredom that gets to him in waiting for the world to catch up. But now it's not boredom. He feels it, ever second stretching into minutes in his mind of the light blade piercing his stomach. The slow glide past layers of cloth and skin. The slow press into muscle, the slow way it slides under bone. The slow destruction of blood vessels and viscera. Slow, slow, excruciatingly slow.
It maybe takes a handful of seconds. For Peter it feels like hours.
He jerks to the left, a side effect of the pain making his muscles move beyond his control. The blade slices with the movement, another wave of ohgodohgodohgod riding through him. Somehow Peter gets the presence of mind to step back, or maybe its just how his body sways and falls. He feels the blade slip back out, feels the blood start to pool in it's wake.
He's suddenly staring at the ceiling, the hot metal of the floor against his back. Dark spots dance in his vision, threatening to pull him under. Rinzler is going to kill him, he knows this with a bone deep certainty. His best laid plans have gone awry , the universe was rooting for someone else today. He thinks with whatever is left of his consciousness of his sister.
He hopes what Niko told him is true, that in his failure someone else will step up for her. Wanda deserved better than his mistakes.