Muffle
Heroes | Peter
PG | 100 words
He closed his eyes, uneven breaths filtering through his lips as he tried to concentrate on the inside of his eyelids. The orange-red light penetrated the darkness as Peter coiled and uncoiled his fists, trying to keep the control. Energy began to build, tearing through his muscles as it seared across his nerves, causing droplets of sweat to appear on his forehead. He heard Claire’s voice though the crackling of radiation but it never registered; his concentration clearly based on overcoming the unfamiliar power. The heat shot through his system, overpowering his will as he braced himself for the aftermath.