"TAKE THE LEAP"
(Jumper Fan-Fiction)
PROLOGUE
The man was tired. Tired and bored. He had closed up his store for the day and was now on his way home. The New York subway system was packed with people, as it always was at this time of day. Despite the massive amount of commuters, it was still the fastest way home. Thousands of people doing the same thing everyday, it made him wonder if there was anyone in the damned city who wasn't stuck in some dead-end job. As he walked past he handed a dollar to the newsvendor and walked away with his paper. Someone died, someone was born, but no one really lived. This saddened him.
The man was too wrapped up in his own thoughts and was about to get on the train, when a young man running past knocked him down. The boy apologised, but didn't stop running to help the man up. The man stared after the boy, who was sprinting away into the crowd. As he stood up, the man noticed two men chasing the boy. A tall olive-skinned man and a blonde-haired woman, both in long silver trench coats were running after him. The woman was yelling to the crowd in a thick English accent.
"Stop him! Stop him!" She kept yelling as her companion pulled a metallic gun from his belt. The man held it up and aimed it. As the man watched, he couldn't help but notice two spikes protruding from the front of the weapon. The tall man fired and the spikes flew from the barrel of the gun, with a cable connecting them.
The boy, now well ahead, turned to see how far he was in front of the people chasing him. He turned just in time to see the spike-cable flying towards him. Right as it was about to hit him, the man watching thought the spikes would impale the boy. And in the split second before the two collided, the boy disappeared. There was soft thud and the boy was gone, the cable spikes piercing the concrete pillar behind where the boy had been only moments before.
The two people chasing him slowed down. The tall man walked up to the pillar and removed the spikes, taking obvious care not to touch the cable. The man watched on as these two people quietly discussed the boy and walked off. A few other people in the crowd had noticed the events, but most had been too busy trying to get home on time. As the train pulled out the station, the man walked up to the pillar cautiously. He had seen it. He had seen the boy disappear. As he approached the pillar, he noticed a faint shimmer where the boy had been before he disappeared. It was almost invisible, but as the light hit it, the man could see it clearly. It looked vaguely like a crack in a mirror, but it just hung in the air. He reached out to touch it, and noticed that it was shrinking. No… not shrinking. It seemed to be healing, fixing itself.
He stared at it until it had totally disappeared, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed. Everyone he saw was immersed in their own thoughts, trying to get on the train.
The man could not believe what he had just witnessed.
"What the fuck…"