There it was. The reason why he never told anyone about the manipulative part of his power was because he wouldn't be able to stand that look on peoples faces, and that feeling they would exude, that fear. Fear of him, of all people? He was afraid of the world, afraid of almost every little thing there was. How could someone be afraid of a harmless nothing like him? Yet, there it was. He had foolishly spilled the secret side to his power, and now this girl stood here, fear apparent. If only he had had his guard up, but it was to late. It seeped into him, into every inch of his being. It permeated through his body almost instantaneously, consuming him whole, enveloping him in it's shroud. He could feel his body begin to shake, the old familiar locked away feelings resurfacing.
Two more sets of emotions entered the picture. He stared in horror as Rayne came around the corner into view, along with a new girl he didn't recognize. The emotions started to jumble. They felt, bubbly, impatient, now a little hesitant, maybe even, was that more fear? Was there loathing in there somewhere? Did these people hate him? Would the girl tell them about his power? Would they look at him the same way that she had? The same way that his father had, all those times he had beaten Cynoc for being a "freak"? Now their emotions started to feel weird too. He had felt Rayne before, but now her emotions were different too. They felt a little like his own, like they adapted to outside influence, like they could change. The new girl with Rayne, her emotion's felt like they morphed into other emotions, didn't just replace them. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand any of it. It was to much for Cynoc to handle. If only he hadn't let his power free again. Hadn't he just decided to keep a tighter leash on it for awhile? To late. There was to much, it hurt to much, he was afraid of to much here. He grasped his head and whined in pain and fear. He was going to break.
Then it came to him. One solution. The one thing that always made all this go away when he couldn't contain it on his own anymore. Where was he? Library. Three stories. He'd live. Still holding his head in his hands, he spun away from the three girls and broke into a sprint. He flew through the library as fast as he could, trying not to think about it, and jumped. He crashed through the window and flew out into the courtyard, plummeting down towards the earth.
Cynoc lay on the ground, surrounded by bushes. He didn't notice. They had helped to break his fall, though he still had a whole lot of broken bones. He didn't notice. His entire body reverberated with pain, his leg bent out at an odd angle. He didn't notice. As soon as he was out of range of their emotions, as soon as the pain hit, he had locked himself down, not allowing any emotions. He simply stared blankly into the sky as rain fell down onto his broken form.