This story is a mixture of Jumper and The Cape- I love both and decided to fuse the two to make something totally new. Tell me what you think.

Characters:
The Cape- Vince Faraday/The Cape

Max Molini

Orwell

Jumper- David Rice

Millie Rice

Grace Rice (she's my version of David and Millie's daughter)

Griffin O'Connor (I know the odds are that he's dead but let's just say he's alive)

As she lay there gasping on the cold cement, she knew she was going to die-it was unavoidable. The electricity had been too much for her weary body, and she was losing more blood by the second. The world grew shadowy and dull, and she prepared herself for the end. As she began to drift out of consciousness, she felt movement all around her, but she could do nothing about it. She drifted off.

Vince Faraday paced the floor. Where was Max? He had left him in this room over a half hour ago, and he was starting to worry. Frustration welled up inside of him. He was most certainly not a patient man- anyone who knew him could easily tell.

Finally, he burst out of the room, walking down to the door he had seen Max enter. "Max, what are you doing? We need to talk. I…" His voice trailed off as he saw Max bent over a twenty-something girl tied to a table. The girl was unconscious, blood matting down her hair and staining her skin. Her clothes were tattered. "What are you doing to her?"

"Vincent, you need to leave. I'm sorry, but this is very serious and I cannot have anyone unnecessary in here right now." Max looked grave but apologetic.

"Why is she tied up? Is she a prisoner?" Any anger Vince had been feeling was gone- he felt strangely protective of this girl. She looked innocent and harmless.

The girl stirred- and then let loose a bloodcurdling scream. She writhed, and a strange spark erupted around her. "Max, what is going on?"

"Vincent, get out of here!"

"No! Max, I will shut up and stay out of the way, but you are going to tell me what is going on!"

"All right. But stay over there for right now. This could get rough."

The girl moaned. Her eyes opened, and her image seemed to flicker. The strange sparks glowed around her again, and her screams echoed off of the walls. It was horrifying to watch.

"Oh, my…"

"Vincent!"

The girl's screams faded, and she became still. She panted as she turned to Max, her eyes widening as she took in his face. "Max? What are you doing?"

"Grace, I found you bleeding to death in an alley. I want to help you." Max looked down into her eyes and gave her a gentle smile.

"Why did you tie me up?" Grace struggled against the cords. "You know this is hurting me."

"You need to stay here and not jump for awhile. You need to heal. You were stabbed in the stomach and cut on the arms, legs, and neck quite severely."

"WHAT?" She started to struggle frantically, neck craning to look at her body. "Max, release my arms. Please. I won't jump- I swear."

Max cut the rope bounding her hands, and Julie quickly pulled up her shirt, running her hands over her stomach and whispering, "No," over and over again. She turned to Max, her eyes full of tears and dread. "Did you see anyone there?"

"There was an older woman with blond hair. She was running down the alley when I was walking by."

Grace let out a wail and fell back into the table, sobbing.

"Why?" Vince couldn't keep quiet any more.

"I was pregnant. She killed my baby!" Grace screamed. She started to convulse, her sobs racking the table. It started to shake beneath her, the sparks returning to the air. Max shouted, "Grace! You can't jump! You will only hurt yourself more!"

"What are you talking about?" Vince questioned.

"It is best if you don't know," Max said in a hard voice.

"What is going on?" Vince demanded.

Grace lifted her head, having gone silent. "Tell him," she whispered. "He can know, if you believe that he can handle it. I trust you, Max."

"Vince, Grace is what we call a jumper. She has the…ability to teleport." Max said reluctantly.

"WHAT? You're crazy."

"It is the truth. She is hunted for it by overly religious people who believe she is an abomination."

"He's not lying. I can show you," said Grace.

"Grace, no. I will not let you- not in your condition. And who is to say that you will come back? I know you- you've pulled the disappearing act quite a few times."

"Max, trust me. "

Max turned to Vince. "If she shows you and then disappears, call me. I will find her."

Vince turned to Grace. "Show me," he commanded.

Grace held out her hand. He took it. She closed her eyes and jumped.