People Change
Hello! If you're out there, pleased to meet you -shakes hand- This is my first ever fanfic so bear with! Jumper the film was saved only by the monumentally wowness that is Jamie Bell, aka Griffin. I don't know if this is a bad choice because I don't know if anyone reads Jumper fanfic, but please R&R, I accept anonymous comment, but be nice. Griffin is a great character and I love him a lot. This follows on from where the movie leaves off. But I change A LOT so don't be angry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jumper (thank Goodness) or Griffin (sob) or Jamie Bell (except in my dreams…mmm…) But I do own Baxter and Rosa.
Sorry if I go all violent and depressing. Hope the rating holds up! -waves cheerily and pootles off to find something to eat-
Griffin twisted desperately against the electrical cables. He was bleeding from his hands and chest but he barley registered the hurt, in fact he was so intent on the Gordian knot he was entangled in he didn't notice the truck until it braked loudly beneath him.
Shit.
Two figures, clad lightly in dark clothing, disembarked and gazed up at Griffin with smug expressions on their faces.
"Well look who it is, the little shyster was right. Who's not so smarmy now?" said the first figure happily. She was tall and olive-skinned, while the other was even taller, over six foot with close cropped black hair and chiselled features.
"Piss off girlie, guess you can only catch me if you got an advantage, eh?" Griffin taunted.
The woman just laughed, but the man growled and raised his gun. Before the woman could react he blasted the side of the pylon, almost but not quite freeing Griffin, in fact, leaving him trapped upside-down, dangling from his ankle. How humiliating.
"Perfect, Baxter, as always. Although please prepare me next time." The woman's voice was clipped and hard with a faint drawl. She stepped up to Griffin, who was just above her and stared up into his large blue eyes.
"Trust me; this is the last time I'm going to be looking up at you O'Conner."
Spitting at her was satisfactory but not without repercussions. He was impressed the drool hit her face, but less so when she shot him with her electric cable gun.
Finally, they cut him down, while making sure his hands were tied with the cable and he couldn't escape. Griffin wasn't going to show it, but he was beginning to feel a little… apprehensive.
Baxter manhandled him to the waiting truck, geez that guy was tall, and pushed him in the back, slamming the door shut. Griffin had expected a blinding white, surgical room, complete with pulsating electrical wires, and an array of deadly implements on which they would impale his head.
He certainly didn't expect the reality. A close approximation to his worst nightmare.
xXx
The interior of the small truck was dark as a single light bulb swayed from the ceiling. An iron bench jutted out from the wall. But Griffin barley noticed that. Because before him stood his greatest nemesis, smiling evilly and holding a terrifying stun wand.
Roland.
"You…" Griffin felt his heart race and his muscles tense. Of course he knew Roland was a prominent Paladin with a special interest in Griffin. It was still a shock though.
"Hello, Griffin O'Conner."
"Arsehole," snarled Griffin. Whatever else happened, he sure wasn't going to show Roland he was beginning to get more then a little nervous.
Without warning, Roland lifted his giant paw and smacked Griffins head against the side of the door. Light exploded before his eyes and pain erupted in his skull.
"You don't know how long I have wanted to do that" smirked Roland, before dragging Griffin to the bench.
xXx
"Go faster Rosa we can't be late" ordered Roland to the woman.
Griffin wondered what they would be late for, but his brain was shutting down and he struggled to focus.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere so awful you will beg for death, trust me."
Despite the pain, Griffin couldn't help himself. "Look, dude, you cannot pull of the James Bond villain. Especially when it looks like a bird craped on your head."
In the front, Griffin swore he heard someone giggle.
Baring his teeth in a horrible smile and gripping the young man's arm so he couldn't escape; Roland pushed the stun gun into Griffins side, between his ribs. Waves of static pain washed over him, until he slid into an agonising blackness.
So, what's the verdict? Too much? Too little? Longer? Shorter? Do review as am nervous about posting new chapter. Can promise violence, fear and shocks galore. Probably sometime between Xmas and New Year. Ciao for now cupcakes!
xxx