The World of Rhune

     Jane was crunched over, trying to inhale as little oxygen as she could survive on. While the emotions were weaker away from the others, they were still intensely strong from the emotions that just floated all over. She could taste it all, and while some had been diluted with sensibility and determination, she could still tell there was fear, pain, and confusion throughout, all of it just tinged with invertedness, or longing almost to (what Jane could tell) a leader. Or atleast someone to tell them what to do. She felt Toby's hand comfortingly on her shoulder, and him asking about her. She shook her head slightly as she just focused on conserving breath, She hesitatnly and barely took another breath in when she tasted a very strong emotion. Fatigue? Jane tried to place it, but whatever it was was weird...it wasn't good. She took her hand away just enough to let a little more of the emotion come in with her next breath. 

     It hit her instantly; fatigue would have been a light word to use. Jane felt herself fall immediately with the pain and dire exhuastion becoming her own emotion for a moment. Jane's eyes fluttered as bit as she tried to regain herself. Someone had just experienced the same thing she had, slightly worse but for real. Jane could tell that someone had passed out, she had taken a breath accidentally while she recovered and could tell the difference between emotion, and no more emotion. Maybe a slighlty, faint hint of fear. Fear of being trapped? Jane tried to understand and pinpoint the emotion. Someone was in need of help, immediately. Dire help didn't begin to cover it. Toby kept basically shouting her name at her until her eyes focused on his. They were down in the sand, Toby's face scared as he stared at her. "Someone...needs help" Jane spoke quietly, focusing on her words instead of squashing the emotions within her. She swallowed deeply, holding her breath, and pointed to a smaller pile of twisted metal and other debris. She looked fearfully at Toby to get the emergency of the situation, nodded, and watched as he dropped her in the sand and went running over

Andan turned back to the strange pair standing away from the rest of the group. His acute hearing had heard a panic cry from the boy. Interested, Andan tuned his hearing towards the pair. The girl whispered, in pain it seemed, “Someone needs help.” Strange, Andan thought. He tried to think about what gift would allow someone to know someone needs help. Andan comically glanced to the sky looking for a bat signal. But of course there was none, maybe the girl could read thoughts.

Andan had to put the idea aside as he turned his attention back to the boy. He had sprinted away from his obviously in pain brother. He must really believe someone needs help. “But who?” Andan wondered. He scanned the beach, drumming his fingers against his leg. There. Someone else was on the ground suddenly, already surrounded by a handful of the people.

Andan sighed, they had a long way to go to survival. Andan started to make his way towards the growing group. In all of this the only thing Andan wished for was for everyone to get over themselves and accept the fact that they were all gifted. Well that and silence. But his need for silence was always an ache, and he had grown to live with it.

Jane had told him someone needed help, her eyes communicating the emergency. Toby immediately set her down and went sprinting in the direction Jane pointed. He knew what kind of "help" was needed, and if someone needed that kind of help they had minutes.

Toby found a ring of people gathered, a girl crying while she uselessly tried to help a guy as he attended to a person limp like Jane was on the floor. As he approached and parted the circle he noticed an alarming amount of blood still freely flowing despite the ripped t-shirt on it. "Hey! What happened?!" Toby asked, his voices raised as he cut through the people and took place of the crying girl as she immediately backed up timidly. No one answered him as he looked at the head wound. Toby laid a hand on the guy's chest and put his ear to check the breathing. Toby knew there was a limit to his gift, he couldn't heal but be could keep someone alive. It would be a waste to prolong the guy's pain, and Toby wasnt focused on asking around to see if there was someone gifted who could heal. If someone could, they would have already.

Toby heard the shallow and un even breathing. The heartbeat was faint, and he found himself growling slightly not wanting to show the world his gift. He especially didnt if it would just be useless.

Toby put a full hand on the guy's chest and against his natural defenses of giving away his life-force, he slowly ebbed his own into the almost empty body of the guy's. Toby ebbed enough and then stopped, hand still on his chest trying to read whether the life force was just slipping out as fast as he had put it in. It seemed to stay at the low level it was, which was good, but he couldn't afford to give anymore without seriously damaging himself. Humans had a lot of life force, but for it to be replenished from such a low level by someone else was very very rare. He measured the guy's breathing again, which was just slightly more stable unlike his heart beat, which was still faint. Toby's mouth pressed in a hard line. Even with the extra energy the heart ran the entire system. He glanced up slightly, tired with his eyes bagged at the group of people. They wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but Toby could tell with the extra energy the blood was starting to dry which meant no more would come. Toby sat back, and then looked at the crying girl. Either she was related or she probably caused this. "What happened?" Toby looked straight into her eyes, his chest heaving slightly from lost energy. He at least deserved an answer to why he's had to leave his sister and spend his precious life force that he had a feeling he would need even more now on this forsaken island.

Andan listened as he approached the group huddled around the pair of guys on the ground. He noted it was the boy who had been beside his sister moments ago, on the ground, pressing onto the unconscious boys chest. A girl was blabbering about something. Into between heaving sobs Andan pieced the story together to be that the boy had had a head injury in the crash. Although the girl, his girlfriend, had been worried he had claimed it was nothing to worry about. Idiot, Andan thought, head injuries are always serious. Andan heaved an inward sigh; it would be a long time on this island.

Andan studied the other boy, his green eyes intent. He was tired, Andan could tell. He hadn’t been this drained before he left his sister. Andan pondered on that, sure it was a sign of a gift. Glancing at the still unconscious boy, Andan noticed that the bleeding from his head had stopped. Curious, Andan ventured something he rarely did. He sharpened his hearing to as far as he had ever gone before, trying to hear the heartbeats of the two boys.

Andan winced and gritted his teeth in pain immediately. Instinctively wrapping his palms around his ears he only further deafened himself by echoing back the sound of blood in his ear. It was too much; the waves pounding on the sand, the heavy breathing of all those around him, the annoying scratching of the sand shifting beneath peoples feet, and the pulsing of everyone’s bodies around him. The cacophony was overwhelming. Andan ground his teeth until in a moment everything was silent again.

Andan heaved a thankful sigh and berated himself for even trying something as ridiculous as that. When he had done it before he had been in a silent environment, there was too much going on here. It was too loud for him to even attempt to target his hearing. Andan ran his fingers through his hair, nothing was worth that much pain. He turned from the small group and started to head back up the beach.