A/N: Hey there! I love these types of stories and found some like this and decided to write my own! So, read on and tell what you think! By the way, RENT, BORROW, OR BUY the movie "Jumper", it'll help you understand this a lot better! Here's a better sum to help you too!

FULL SUMMARRY: After a troubling experience that happened mere hours ago, Bella Swan escapes to Forks, hoping on having a normal life, and maybe even, revenge. But keeping a big secret intact is hard when your one of the most wanted person in a secret world hidden in the everyday lives of everyday people. But her plan on having a normal life makes a hard turn when she gets unwanted attention from the suspicous Cullen family....

Anyway, read on!

Chapter 1

Anywhere is possible

BPOV

The first time was like this.

I was five, watching TV with my mom. I saw this thing about toy stores and like every five year old, I begged my mom to take me. Of course, she said no since it was out of state, but I whined and begged anyway.

With a huff, I stomped up the stairs to my room, thinking about the store, imagining myself running around in the giant place and suddenly, I was there.

I fell a little but ignored the slight pain when I saw where I was. I didn't even think about how I got there until I got hungry, of course. I cried in the corner, homesick, thinking of my mom's kitchen and imagining the smells of food and like before, I'm there.

I remember cautiously walking out the door and seeing my mom talking to police officers at the door. When I showed up, she immediately shooed them away and fired question after question at me before calming herself, and asking the only coherent question there was.

Where have you been?

I explained but she never believed me, thinking I ran away, angry. I never thought about it again until seven years later, the second time.

I'm walking around, aimlessly in my suburban neighborhood. Why I decided to suddenly go for a walk is beyond me, I just walked out, telling Renee I'd be back before dinner. I walked around slowly, not even noticing how far I actually did walk.

When I reached the downtown mall, I knew I walked too far, and turned around, heading back. I rounded a street corner, my head low, enjoying the cool air you only get in the evening, completely ignoring the three men staring at me.

My head up and looking at the buildings, a loud voice called out.

"Hey! Where ya' goin'?" I whipped my head around, still walking, now going faster. Even in the slightly dark area, the corner they were at lead into an alley. I remember thinking to myself how ironic it is to have a lone woman, three men, and alley right next to them.

Only me….

I could see their cocky grins and one of them jumped off the wall he was leaning against and walked up to me. My walking turned into a fast speed-walk.

"Where you goin'?!" He shouted; I could hear them close to me before I was furiously yanked by the arm. With wide eyes, I stared at him in shock.

"I expect an answer. Now, you ain't goin' anywhere." I struggled against his grip, his buddies laughing at my poor attempt at escape and he grabbed both of my wrists, dragging me to the alley. I did attempt a scream, but my scream was muffled by his hand.

The other two were boasting at how they caught one and how excited they were to 'finally get some play time'. I remember kicking my feet and clawing my hands at his hands, the ones covering my mouth.

He threw me against the wall, knocking the wind out of me. This seemed to have amused them since they all started laughing loudly. I tried to muster up a big scream, but out of fear and shock, it never came out.

He shoved me against a wall, my back facing them. I could feel him press his body against mine, restraining my hands in only one of his. The other man covered my mouth. I could feel the tears streaming down my face and I remember thinking how my life will end tonight.

The man behind me kicked me; I screamed but it was muffled by the hand. I could hear him fumbling with his zipper. I became frantic; kicking everywhere, screaming, moving around.

I thought of my room, my cozy room. I thought of my house and Renee and Phil, awaiting my arrival. I closed my eyes, now sobbing, still kicking around, my hands useless in the guys grip.

I fell down on my stomach, falling face first. My hands lay limp in front of me, eyes wide. I was breathing heavily, shaking even. I remember my deep confusion, my fear…..and my relief. I shakily got up and used my bed to support my weight.

The first time was a lot more innocent than the second time. I remember sitting on my bed for thirty minutes, pondering over the events that happened. How I was in an alley somewhere in downtown Phoenix, and then in my room.

I contemplated over what might have happened. My first thought was that it was all a dream. That I was asleep and just woke up from a nightmare. My red hands proved me wrong. My next theory was that I was crazy.

I ate dinner silently, Renee asking me over and over if I was okay. For the rest of the night, I stared at the ceiling pondering, wondering what had happened. Questions had filled my mind. What happened? How did I get home? And the most important - can I do it again?

The next morning, I pretended to be sick and while Renee and Phil were working, I decided to figure this out. Basically, I had spent the entire day answering those questions. I did what I thought I had to do. I thought of where I wanted to go, and I was there.

I had a giant smile on my face when I got the hang of it and started doing this thing all the time.

The only question left was…why? Why can I do it? Why me? Am I even the only one? I answered a few and was rewarded with more questions. Now, most of them are solved. 'Why I can do it' and 'why me' are still left unanswered.

I did it more often as I grew older. I figured out how to use it, and when. I figured out how to keep it a secret while standing on top of the world. I went everywhere, did everything, and no one knew.

I met others like me, answering another question that had been on my mind all the time. My ability became almost a reflex and I was the happiest anyone could be.

What am I?

I'm a Jumper.

We call ourselves Jumpers' because it looks like we're jumping around. In simpler terms, I'm a teleporter. Can go anywhere anytime I want in the blink of an eye. There are no limits. Anywhere is possible.

But with each good thing, there comes a flaw, and ours, are Paladins. Paladins kill Jumpers, Jumpers kill Paladins. Vicious kills that goes back and forth. Another definition of them; Paladins are a group, an agency, sworn to kill us, believing we shouldn't exist. That, 'only God should have the power to be at anyplace, anytime'.

They remind you that every time….

No one other than Jumpers' and Paladins know about this war. Besides, the only way someone would find out about Jumpers are family and friends, once the Paladins come to question them. But then again, they don't stay alive for very long…

Paladins are gruesome. Brutal. I've been caught by them so many times. I've learned how to escape by now and knowing that I might have to kill one to escape scares the hell out of me. I have killed a Paladin before. Something I don't like admitting, but it is true.

Hell, I've killed more than one. It wasn't intentional, it was for survival. It's something that I hate admitting, but it's either you or them, and I am still human…..partially.

Believing that we shouldn't exist, Paladins are an agency sworn to kill us. They'll do anything to get us too; they'll get your family, friends, if I had one, my boyfriend, and I've done everything I can to steer clear of them. Hasn't really worked, but at least I kept my mom and her new fiancé alive.

Paladins can easily wave their badges in front of your face if you give them trouble. People usually think they're some type of FBI; I wish. I'd so much rather deal with them than Paladins.

But of course, I can easily jump away to the other side of the world if a Paladin shows up, right?

Wrong.

Over all these years, they've invented weapons to catch us, all involving electricity. The one that gives the most pain, is a net-like wire that wraps around you, restraining your arms, and your jumps, electrocuting you at the same time.

They have more. One where a harpoon-like wire goes out to try and grab you. It can go through your jump scar, and drag you back. By the way, a jump scar is the thing we leave behind. The….wormhole you can say.

The other, can make you jump. It makes you disappear, and they position it so they can throw you against the wall, releasing you. They use it to throw you around.

Every Jumper has been affected by Paladins, me included. My story has quite traumatized me, even changed my attitude. I've become more moody, I get angry easily and so on. Paladins have changed my life and now, I plan on joining a friend, Griffin, on hunting them down. They say revenge is sweet…..

Ah, Griffin….quite a character than man is. Quite an annoying, rude character…..

It's funny, the first time I met him, I saved his stupid ass.

I was visiting Hawaii, walking around some of the private places when I saw sparks of electricity go around in the trees. Curious, I jumped in and saw two Paladins, fighting with a Jumper. I could tell he was experienced by the way he tricked the Paladins, jumping everywhere, confusing them, and hitting them with a bat.

One of the Paladins actually captured him, the electrocuted net wrapping him around a tree. He seemed used to the pain, considering he was smiling wickedly at the Paladins. I decided to help, right then and there. He was stuck, and most likely about to die.

I couldn't let that happen. First thing I did was jump behind the Paladin containing a knife, knocking him from behind. I grabbed the knife, turning around and stabbing the one next to him on the shoulder before he could react.

At the time, I was okay if I killed a Paladin. Survival, you know?

Anyway, I took the blade out, the man now on the ground, withering in pain. I felt guilty afterwards but remembered the guy tied up behind me. Before cutting him loose, I had to get rid of the other.

I grabbed him by the jacket and jumped to a random street somewhere in New York. Jumping back, I quickly turned around and started cutting him loose. He stared at me with an annoyed expression.

He huffed when I finished cutting, dropping to the ground, wincing slightly before kicking the Paladin in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him. I remember him taking the knife out of my hand and slitting his throat.

I gasped when he did this, smirking, he jumped with the Paladin. Annoyed, I went through his jump scar, ending up in what looked like a cave, with pictures and sketches lined up against the wall. It looked like his home. Had a bed, couch, and even a TV.

I remember seeing him compare a picture with the face of the Paladin, then jump away, showing up again with a grimace when he saw me.

"Following me?" I rolled my eyes, glancing at where the dead Paladin just was, shuddering.

"I think I deserve a 'thank you', at least." He huffed.

"I didn't need your charity. I had it all under control." I rolled my eyes, starting to get annoyed.

"Oh yeah, by the looks of it back there, you really had it in control." He grimaced and flipped me off. I scoffed and crossed my arms. "You're not a very nice person, are you?"

"What do ya' think?" I rolled my eyes again. I looked at him with an arched brow, but it soon turned into a furrowed one. He had a tough exterior but when I saw his eyes, their seemed to be….pain or something. He looked at me questioningly and I just shook my head.

Forgetting his earlier rudeness, I took out my hand, placing it in front of me. "I'm Bella by the way." He stared at my hand, obviously not going to shake it. I blushed, quickly taking it back, and looking down. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I tried again.

"Griffin." He spat out, his English accent making it sound like an insult.

"Are you British or something?" He narrowed his eyes and didn't answer. I took this as my opportunity to look around his dump. There were pictures everywhere. Sketches of people, lining the walls, newspaper clippings and articles. "Who are these people?" I asked.

"Paladins. I hunt Paladins. Class dismissed." He explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. So he's a hunter type of Jumper….I rolled my eyes at his smug face. I looked around again, noticing the dirt and how dark it was.

"Is this some type of cave?"

"Look, I don't want to make a friend or something--" I interrupted him, smirking the entire time.

"Looks like I just made one." I remember his confused face, but I jumped away, not giving him time to answer back.

Enough remembering. Back to the present. The past both makes me depressed, and elated at the same time. Unfortunately, the past did affect me, and now, because of the event that took place just hours ago, here I am, standing on Charlie's porch, my school backpack slung over my shoulder, the rain reflecting my mood.

Charlie's police cruiser is in the driveway, so I know he's home, not to mention the light from the living room and kitchen are on. I got soaked, but I don't care. I waited for an answer, about to knock again when the door swung open, revealing a tired looking Charlie.

His eyes widened and he looked as if he's seen a ghost. I almost laughed at the look on his face, but thought better. His surprised face soon turned into relief.

"Bella?" I nodded. Before any other word could be exchanged, he pulled me into a tight hug, my arms restrained by his arms wound tightly around my back. "I thought you were dead." He whispered, relief plain in his voice.

"No dad, but…." I trailed, already knowing that he knew. The police back in Phoenix surely already called any relative. Charlie pulled back and we both stood there awkwardly. He never was the type of guy for embraces or deep emotions.

"I know. The police called me just before dinner and told me what happened. They said that you disappeared and found no trace of you." Charlie looked as if he were on the brim of tears. Of course he would. He thought his daughter was dead. He thought he was alone. Just like me hours ago.

"I escaped." I told him truthfully. From what....I can never tell him that. I smiled weakly at him; his face was concentrated.

"The police said there were drugs involved." His eyes were flaming. "I knew that Phil guy was no good--" I interrupted him.

"No dad. It wasn't Phil." He seemed to relax a little.......until he saw my hand. "What happened?" He gasped. I looked down at my hand, now in a brace.

"Oh. Um, I fell and quickly went to the hospital." I told him half of the truth. I did go to the hospital, just that, I didn't get it by falling....

"Let's get you inside." He put a guiding hand on my back, leading us inside and locking the door. We stood there, Charlie obviously still not believing that his daughter, claimed to have disappeared without a trace, is right in front of him.

"Bella?" The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "I'm glad to have you home, but can you tell me what happened?" I set my backpack down, leaning against the wall. I pursed my lips before speaking. I can't figure a way of explaining to him. How could I, anyway?

"Ch--Dad?" I asked. "I'm a little tired and kind of depressed. Besides, it happened so quickly, I don't even remember, nor do I want to." I flinched slightly. He seemed to get what I meant, nodding his head and glancing down at my backpack.

"What's in there?" I looked down at my bag.

"My clothes. Well, some of them anyway."

"You were able to pack?" He asked, disbelieving. I shook my head.

"No. I grabbed anything I could, stuffing it in my backpack and climbing out my window." I lied. Part of it was true, but the rest….not so much….

"Okay. Um….I'll go show you your room I guess, and let you pack. I don't know if you want to shower or not, I don't really have any shampoo or anything…." I smiled tiredly at him.

"It's fine dad, I'll do what I can." He smiled back. Walking up the stairs, he showed me my room, leaving me alone to really take in what happened.

It all took me by complete surprise. First, I'm laying back on a fold-up chair on the head of the Sphinx, and the next thing I know......I shuddered as images of what happened hours ago flashed through my mind.

I shook my head, hoping to get rid of the images. Zipping open my backpack, I took out all of the contents, just realizing that I only stuffed in three shirts, one pair of pants, some money, and the picture. I stared at it, knowing this picture would be the only remembrance I'd have of Renee and Phil.

My money is something to hide though. It has tags with banks from New York, Miami, Los Angeles, and even London - stolen money. I'd robbed money from London so that I'd at least be able to buy something while in the country.

But I have to hide this. Most of them are in hundreds, only a handful are in twenties. I put those back in my backpack, hiding the rest of the money in my new closet, hiding it in the top shelf, hoping my very few clothes would hide it.

I have very little to do. Not very much. And once I was done, I sat on my new bed, staring at nothing in particular, thinking. I can't let a repeat happen. Charlie, and the innocent people of Forks can't be the consequence for my existing.

I have to do something, and laying back isn't an option. For once, I'm going to fight back. They say revenge is sweet.

I looked around my room and sighed. This is now my new home. I might as well start over, but I knew that can never happen. Paladins are going to be after me until the day I die. But for the time being, I might as well disappear off the face of the earth.

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