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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Paul's POV)
Move faster Paul, I heard Sam tell me as we ran through the forest.
A growl was the only response I gave him as I tried to pick up the pace. I was making some good strides as I trekked through the forest. Unfortunately, I somehow lost control of my legs and found myself unable to make turns.
I can't control my legs, I called out to him in a slightly panicking voice.
Focus Paul, you have to focus, was all I heard.
I tried as hard as I could but nothing worked. Eventually I did the obvious thing, ran head first into a tree. The blow caused me to fall on my back and roll onto the ground.
Ah fuck, I hissed in pain as I stood up. I shook myself off trying to getting over my headache.
Hearing footsteps, I looked over to see Sam walking over to me with what could be thought of as an amused expression.
How did my leg's freeze up, I growled at him.
I told you, you have to focus more, I could hear the amusement in his voice. You are now twice as powerful as you were before your change. Because of this, you have to put more thought and control into your movements or else your body won't respond the way you want it to.
This is bullshit. I'm seventeen years old and I have no control of my body. It used to be one of the only things I did have control over.
I know it sucks, he said replying to my private thoughts. It won't be like this all the time. Just until you get a hang of your new abilities.
Great, I rolled my eyes internally. And I wasn't talking to you.
He just snorted at me. Tough, you can't block out any of your thoughts kid. Get used to it.
Why are we still here, I asked feeling a little frustrated. We've been in these woods for three hours. Can't I just go home and sleep?
No, he replied sternly. You still haven't gotten down the basics of control and I don't want to send you home a raging lunatic.
I growled. Fine, fine! Let's just get this over with. Hurry up and tell me what to do.
I heard him sigh through the link.
Stay focused. He walked over to a large log next to us. Putting both of his paws on the log, he was able to push himself up as if to overlook something at a farther distance.
After a few second he got off the log and look to me. Now you try and remember to focus.
I snorted. It's just leaning on a log. How hard can that possibly be?
Following his example, I moved over to the log and put both on my paws on it. The very moment I did this the wood under my paws collapsed and caused me to slip and almost trip over it.
What? I looked over at the log in shock. What the hell happened?
I told you, you need to focus, Sam once again said sternly. Right now you are like a child. You can watch me do something, know how I did it, but not be able to copy me unless you practice.
Yeah, yeah, yeah I get. Damn he sounds like a broken record. Why am I listening to you again?
Other than the fact that I'm your leader and I have somewhat of a power of over you, he replied blandly. I was the first in our generation to phase so naturally I am able to guide on how to get use to your new abilities.
How'd you get so good, I asked him.
He gave me a dull look. Why painting dolls of course.
Oh great a smartass.
He snorted. Takes one to know one.
I just glared at him.
He nodded to the log. Try again.
I just huffed and did what he said. Carefully, I laid my paws on the log again.
Focus on how much of your weight you're putting onto the log, Sam advised me.
Slowly, I began to push myself up on the log. I began to notice some of the wood starting to collapse again.
Back off, he ordered me in his Alpha voice. When you notice you're losing control back off!
Doing what he said, I eased up with how hard I was leaning onto the log. Only then was I finally able to full lean up over the log.
I did it, I said in relief. That was kind of tough.
That's to be expected until you grow into your new body. This was your first stride but you have a long way to go until you reach the finish line.
What? Where the hell did he get that?
Cancer commercial, I heard him answer. It's been stuck in my mind all day.
Whatever, can I go now?
It is kind of late isn't it, he mused. Since this was your first day as a wolf, I'll cut you some slack and let you leave early.
And with that he phased back into a human. Relieved to finally be able to go to bed, I quickly did the same.
I began to hobble on my feet tiredly as soon as I phased back. Sam put hand on my shoulder to steady me.
"That's another thing you have to get used to, phasing. Unless you do that more slowly you continue to get tired afterwards."
He handed me a pair of shorts which I readily accepted.
"Don't worry about school," he told me, "you'll most likely be too tired to go. Your parents already know about the phasing so it's fine."
Parents? I forgot about them. I wonder what dad thinks about this whole wolf thing.
"Be here tonight," he told me sternly. "You're going to be going on your first hunt."
I turn to look at him. We're going to be hunting for vampires. Sam told me all the basics of being a wolf and what we're supposed to do. But he just now said those words so casually. He made it sound like hunting wasn't a big deal.
"I know your probably scared and nervous about doing this," he seemed to be reading my mind, "but this is something we must do for our tribe."
"I never asked to be a killer," I told him feeling slightly angry at the situation. "I never asked to be some kind of mutant."
"And you think I did," Sam snapped his head toward me. "You think I asked for a reason to not go to college. You think I wanted to lose my girlfriend because I imprinted on her cousin.
I just huffed and leaned my head down.
He got louder as continued to speak. "Do you think Jared wanted to lose all his childhood friends because he couldn't be around them anymore? Do you think we take some kind of sick pleasure in ripping something to pieces while others sleep in comfy beds? Well, answer me!"
"No," I mumbled.
"Exactly," he nodded his head at me. "I don't like doing this just as much as any sane person would. But I do and continue to because I love La Push. I may not care for my father or a couple people here, but this place is worth protecting."
Wow. He really loves this place. Got to say I've never really thought about La Push as a place worth protecting. It's just where I live, the place where I was born. La Push has never been anything special to me.
"How can you feel so strongly about this place," I asked him.
He just shrugged at me. "Telling you would be pointless because you still wouldn't get it. That's an answer you'll have to answer yourself."
I just rolled my eyes and went on my way back home.
"Don't be late tomorrow," I heard him call out.
"I heard the first fucking time you said," I mumbled to myself.
Then I heard his smartass voice again. "I can still hear you."
Groan
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