Jumper

Chapter 8: Breathe Or Wither Away

Malayne looks at me and I don't know what she sees. What should she see? "Tell me the truth." She says.

"I'm Haru." I say.

"Then why could I communicate with you? The only people that are supposed to have it are the Idalys..." She whispers.

"Then how am I supposed to trust you?" I refute.

She begins to approach me, but instead of the intent of murdering me, she takes my hands and puts them in her own. "I'm special," she whispers. "I swear I'm not an Idalys."

"And I swear that neither am I," I say. "Maybe I'm special like you.

She comes even closer to me, and I can feel her breath on my face. "It's called Iniedencey. It means Inner Dreaming Conscience Space, you may have heard of it."

"Yes, I have, but what really is it?" I ask.

"Well, normally we only get small perks with Iniedencey, like adaptation and for some, the power to predict, but ours is different. From what I know, it allows you to communicate with others mentally. Sometimes I can go places through my mind, but there's not much I can tell you because I know little about it myself." She says.

"You said that only Idalys are supposed to have this type of Iniedencey?"

"Yes. Sometimes I question myself, who I am. I don't want to be an Idalys, but I'm scared that I am."

"Are you saying that I could be an Idalys?"

"Yes. But the problem is, wouldn't we know? We'd have other capabilities if we were Idalys. I feel like we'd know if we were, so that's why I am in doubt."

"Like you said, maybe we are just special." I whisper.

"I hope so. It gives us leverage."

"It does."

Malayne looks at me soulfully. "Robyn, you can't tell anyone of this. You do understand that, right?"

"Yes."

"If anyone found out, they wouldn't give us a chance to explain. We'd be dead before we knew it. That's why you can't share this with anyone, for your own protection. The worst person especially that you could tell would be-"

"Abeth," I say. "I realize that."

She nods with fear. "I can trust you, can't I?"

"If you were to trust anyone, I'd be the best option."

Malayne hugs me, an ironic action considering that only minutes ago I was wanted dead. "Thank you." She says.

I'm not one for hugs with people I'm unfamiliar with, but after the fire I am open to most any form of interaction between another person. It's comforting to know that I'm not alone.

To receive a hug is a comfort , but it's even more comforting for the giver to know that the hug has been accepted.

Malayne releases me, and she looks at me with something I hadn't seen earlier: trust.

"I think we should rest." She says.

I agree.

*•*•*•*•*•*•

I wake up feeling that I slept too long. Physically, my body feels amazing to have gotten such great sleep, but my mind tells me that it's nowhere near morning. I get out of bed, urging myself to walk around the room to get my body moving, and am stopped by a shove. Shock runs through me as I feel hands push on my back. They glide towards my shoulder, then fall to the sides of Malayne's waist, who appears next to me, smiling. "Finally!" She says. "I've been waiting for you to wake up."