Day Two

[Victor Wolfe]

"This blasted storm just had to come along and ruin the mood, why could we not have a few more days of sun, blue skies and dead old guys?" Victor thought to himself. He had been keeping a slow but steady pace across the island but the storm had put an end to that, forcing the young assassin to take shelter. "Just think yourself lucky that no one else decided to take shelter with you, fighting during a storm puts you at a disadvantage" The voice in his head noted.

The most annoying thing about the entire situation was that arguing was pointless, the voice was another extension of Wolfe's own mind and thus shared every memory, feeling and experience he had ever had, arguing with himself would be pointless, thus he let the every little backhanded compliment or comment slide, hoping that if he remained mentally stable it would fade like a bad hangover.

Victor felt like he should be doing something, this was supposed to be a survival island, he had wanted to lay low for the first day whilst people are exploring their surroundings but it had been far too long since he had interacted with another human being, this was turning into an island holiday,and Victor knew he could not keep this up, otherwise he would get careless.

He had to shake this feeling of lethargy, otherwise he would be in trouble should he come across a strong opponent."You know there is a way you can shake off the tiredness that your boredom has created." The voice spoke. "All you have to do is do one of the things you do best". Victor knew exactly what the voice was talking about , and he agreed, it had been far too long.

Victor left the cover he had taken shelter in and took in a few deep breaths, the area around him had suffered flooding due to the storm, he could feel the water seeping into the ground and his boots, squelching around. Victor leaned forward, putting one hand onto the ground. Feeling energy seep back into his muscles ,tensing up almost like a snake coiling to strike.

And he was off, running straight forward at full speed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest and his lungs working at full power to keep his blood supplied with the oxygen he was using, He used his great level of vision to spot rocks to step on, preventing him from losing speed to the mud.

This was exactly what Wolfe needed, the wind rushing through his hair, the scenery racing past, the slight ache as his muscles were put back into good use. And most of all the pounding of his heart in his chest, it made him feel like he was back on top, a hunter and not the pray.

Examining the island as high speed was so much fun, he swore he saw the same rabbit he had failed to kill look on in horror at how fast he was able to move, everything looked like it was moving slower to him, leaves fell slowly, and the grass moved like a slow wave in the high winds.

The rain no longer posed much of a problem, the heat he was generating would keep him warm, in fact he welcomed the rain at this moment, as the tropical sun would probably overheat his muscles if he were to keep this up for this long. By the time he stopped to take a swig from one of the bottles of water he noticed something strange in the distance, making sure he suppressed his movement he began to sneak closer and closer, readying the power pole just incase it was dangerous.

Victor realised what he was looking at straight away and with a smirk said "Well isn't this interesting, not what I expected to see, but good news none the less."