*Author's Note* I do not own anything! Jumper (c) 20th Century Fox! I do own my original characters Leah (Jennings) & Danny (Jennings) so no stealies!
I screamed for my brother: "Danny! Danny where are you!" The house was on fire and I couldn't see a damn thing at all! The smoke was so thick, only a couple feet above the ground could you see somewhat clearly. "Danny!" I screamed again as a blazing board fell right in front of me. I heard curses and groans of pain in the background but the fire and smoke… I just couldn't see what was going on. That's when I heard my brother cry out, something he never did.
"Danny! Where-where the hell are you!" That was when I saw through a small opening of the burning wood: him fighting a Paladin. "Leah! Run! Get out of here! Go, get! Scram!" His voice was weak and he was bleeding all over the place, from his face to his arms. He was also exhausted from jumping everywhere. Danny wouldn't last long if he kept going on like this. The Paladin stabbed him with his tazzer stick that they always carry around and Danny fell to the ground. In seconds- "Hey! There's another!" I yelled for Danny as the Paladin captain strapped him down with the electric wires and more Paladins came rushing towards me. That's when I jumped.
I felt myself land in the desert, covered in soot and burns. My body ached all over as I got up. Why I desert? I did not know; I was always was the one who wanted to go to warm areas. I started to walk… more like stumbled over the dunes, but soon I couldn't go on. I fell to my knees, feeling the hot wetness in my eyes. Tears started to roll down my dirty face as I though of Danny being tortured by those god-forsaken Paladins! I would have jumped back if I wasn't such a damn wimp!
I rolled down the other side of the sand dune, groaning as I did. I was in pain but I was never going to a hospital in my life. Not after what memories I had formed there…
At the age of fifteen, my parents were mortally wounded. My brother, Danny, was seventeen at the time. We both watched as their hearts stopped beating and the pleading look Mom gave us. Mom was a very outgoing and encouraging person and she also didn't take no for an answer. Mom was a beautiful woman with gorgeous strawberry blond curls with amazing blue eyes. Dad was a hardworking man who had an honest living as a construction worker. He always had a scruffy looking beard that seemed to be turning silver every moment you looked at it and he had dark brown hair with bright green eyes. Dad always commented that Danny was almost a younger copy of him, which he almost was. But his face was more friendly and welcoming than Dad's stern but happy face. He had all these pale freckles that would stand out when he laughed, it made you feel happy too. But I… I was always imperfect unlike my family. I was short for the most part. My hair was a dirty blond, almost to the point it was a brown with highlights. Like Dad's beard, I never could really actually tame my hair. It was always a bit rough looking.
They knew we were Jumpers, people who could teleport to any place at almost any time. They were accepting to us, actually allowing us to practice our powers. The day Mom and Dad was the only day I ever saw my big brother cry. Danny become like a best friend after we jumped back to our house, never to see it again. "Pack your bags; we're leaving. Those guys are going to be coming back sooner or later," he told me. We hurried and within an hour's time limit, we were gone.
More tears flooded my eyes as I sat on the dune with sand in places it should not be in. Mom… Dad… Danny… they were all gone. Ended, done, passed away, kicked the bucket… Dead. I sobbed as I rocked back and forth. It was so unfair! My stomach growled. "Damnit!" I swore then stood up to wipe away most of the dirt and soot from my face. I ruffled through my pockets. Fifty dollars, some pocket lint and… a paperclip? I ignored the paperclip as I jumped to: New York City!
Never been here in my life, since none of my family was the big city type except for my mom. I located a café, ordered a sandwich and coffee and tried my best to ignore the stares towards me. I grabbed my order from the counter, paid and left into a side alley to avoid any people. As I was strolling along, still upset and angry at the world, a guy was pushed out of a back door of a bar. I heard the music blaring as the bartender yelled up him. He spoke with a British accent as he yelled right back at the bartender. The bartender flipped him off and slammed the door right in his face. The guy through up his arms, cursing, then noticed me. I froze, trying not to make any sudden movements. "Wh-" I dropped my order and jumped.
I was back in the desert, racing through the sand. I heard someone shouting after me, undoubtedly the man from a second ago so I jumped again. This time… Paris! I ran through the crowds, sliding and whipping around everyone. I could still hear his voice… I yelled curse words as I heard the running steps of him right behind me. I jumped again to my hometown in Wisconsin.
I panted as I arrived in front of my old house, the one where my parents were attacked and I was raised there. I looked wildly around, looking for the man with the windblown brown hair and accent. Not seeing him, I paced towards the sidewalk. Just as I started to sit down, someone grabbed the back of my shirt and jumped the two of us.