Shattered Chapter 1: Broken Windows, a jumper fanfic

*Update*

I found myself with some free time and I decided to update the chapters I have put out. I tried to fix up some mistakes and add some things in to fit in with my plans for the rest of the story. So here it is, please read and REVIEW. I would greatly appreciate any and all comments on my story. I'm still pretty new at this so any feedback would be awesome.

Thanks again to Wing Darkness, scribble-padfoot and MysNiWol

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Disclaimer:I in no way own any rights to the movie or book Jumper. The characters and original story belong to their rightful owners.

Notes:
Blah – normal
Blah – Sophie's soul
"Blah" – talking

Prologue – Broken Windows

In this world not everything is as it seems. People go about their day to day lives unaware what is really out there. In this world there are those who are capable of things not humanly possible. They are the Jumpers, able to appear anywhere in reality and vanish out of it. This power of teleportation is nothing short of god-like and there are those who feel humans shouldn't dwell on god's territory. The Paladins are an organization set out to remove Jumpers from the face of the earth. Completely unaware to the mortal realm, the constant struggle between the two groups faces extreme conditions. The Jumpers are on the move, organizing, preparing their assault. The Paladins, shaken up as their leader disappeared with enemy number one David Rice, are currently trying to rebuild. Their war is building up, soon their secrets may be revealed and me, well I'm just stuck in the middle. My life was affected in ways you couldn't even imagine, I was going to be part of this war whether I liked it or not. I was sucked in, my life flipped upside down and now everything I know has been shattered.

I thought I knew who I was. I thought I understood what my life was. But all of that changed. I used to see the world as just black and white. I use to think of life like a window. You know it lets you see both sides of things but still keeps you separated. That's how I felt, like an observer never fully getting close to anyone. Or at least that is how I see my life now. More so than that, windows were plain, they were... well... normal. I was content with everything in my life, sure there it had its ups and downs, but it was all as it should be. But that day, he changed my entire outlook on life. My nice plain window became this beautiful, intricate, stained glass window full of colour. My bleak black and white world was flooded with this colour. Suddenly what I thought was simple and straightforward, wasn't, it was so much more. Everything changed, everything I thought I knew I didn't anymore, there was much more to life than what I had seen through my window. It was all because of him. That day he showed up at our door changed my life. This stranger looked into my eyes and completely shattered my world. He left me broken, my window shattered, the scattered pieces falling around me glittering in the light of my new world.

Someone knocked the door. I wonder who it could be. I don't think we were expecting anyone and we rarely get visitors. I walked over to open it only to find a young man I've never seen before standing there.

"Hi" I said to him

We stood there in an awkward silence; I looked him over to see if I might recognize him. He had short blond hair and a handsome face, but what really got me were his striking eyes. I couldn't quite place why they seemed so familiar to me. I looked closer into his eyes, he seemed shocked or confused. He was surprised at something almost like he saw something unexpectedly and he kept staring at me... Could it be me?

"Can I help you," I asked him.

He didn't answer; he just kept staring at me oddly. I was starting to get a little irritated, why was he staring at me? I don't know why but I got this weird feeling from him, his presence seemed almost natural around me. I thought maybe he was supposed to be here or something, but no that would be crazy. I don't even know who he is. Even if he was staring at me I wanted to know more about who he was.

"Uhh, is... is Mary here?" He answered shakily; he still seemed shaken up about something.

What was this feeling of confusion I was getting? He knew my mom, but I've never heard of him before. A crack in the window that is my life, my mom who I have always been so trusting of, who I thought was always truthful with me, could she have been hiding something all along?

That gave me a shock, why was this young man here for my mom? I couldn't figure out who he was or why he was here, but even more so why was he looking for my mom? Where could he know her from? It didn't make sense to me.

"Hey mom," I called. I tried to hide the panic in my voice.

I stood there; I couldn't help but stare back at him now. I couldn't figure it out. What did he have to do with my mom? I could hear my mom approaching from behind.

As my mom looked at the stranger standing there, she quickly spoke, I thought she sounded almost panicked. She must have known who he was.

"Honey," She replied quickly "Why don't you wait upstairs"

Now I knew something was up. Why would she ask me to leave? What could this possible mean?

"Okay," I couldn't get rid of this feeling I was getting. Why did it feel like something was going to happen?

Who was he?

As I climbed the stairs, I felt his eyes gaze upon me. I turn and see him, watching me and as our eyes meet, it feels so familiar as if I've known him all my life. As I turn away, I feel his calculating eyes still upon me, watching my every move. I felt a chill run through me as his cold stare bore down on me, as if he were breaking me down and taking in everything about me.

But who was he? Who was this stranger who had just appeared at our door?

I knew I was supposed to go wait in my room, but I couldn't walk away, I felt drawn to this stranger. As if we were in some way connected. Strange as it may sound, I felt that I should know him from somewhere or that he should know me. His eyes are what first came to me, the way he looked at me, it felt so familiar. I stopped at the end of the hall, just out of eyesight. I had to know more.

I had never been one to eavesdrop, but this situation called for it, I just had to know more. I could not make out everything they were saying.

"I only had two choices, kill you or leave you" Told Mom to the young man.

The word rang through my head, kill. Why would my mom have to kill him? Why would my mom have to kill anyone? The idea of mom killing anyone was absurd and yet she had said it so naturally. The concept alien to my image of her, but her voice told me different, the word seemed to fit perfectly. She said it as if she had to do it, she would have without question. My mind raced going through the thought of what this might mean.

Another crack, I knew my mom was definitely hiding something from me. The idea that she could kill someone, how could she have hid that part of her from me for so long? How could someone as loving and caring as her possibly kill someone? The mom I knew was gone.

"So you left," The man replied

At the sound of his voice, I felt it again. The sound of his voice seemed so familiar to me, almost like I've heard it before. This connection, I've never seen him before and yet I felt so drawn towards him. I want to know more, I have to find out who he was.

"To protect you," My mom's voice was so confident, so sure of herself and her decision.

Why would my mom have to leave him, what was he to her. What was she protecting this man from and why? I could tell they had some sort of relationship, that they were connected somehow. The way my mom looked at him, the way she acted. It seemed like she was so close to him, almost as close as she was to me, but...that was impossible wasn't it? I'm an only child; my mom has never said anything about having other kids. She couldn't have lied to me, could she? This stranger, this man....he couldn't really be...her son? The idea was foreign for me, I never would have thought I could have a...a...a brother.

My window was full of cracks now; my view was jagged, full of confusion. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So I'm a Jumper, you're a Paladin..."

I didn't focus much on the rest of their conversation. I couldn't get past the idea of my mom lying to me all these years. Through the haze of thoughts clouding my mind, I still caught some of what they were saying. What was that last word? Paladin...Jumper... what could those mean. What was a Paladin again, some sort of holy knight or something, what could they have to do with this. And a Jumper, what was that, they couldn't be talking about someone who jumps off a building to commit suicide, could they? What could those things possible have to do with my mom and is this stranger. I paid little more attention to them, my mind quickly racing back to the relations between myself, my mom and this unknown man.

The more and more I thought about it, the more possibilities came to mind. My mind raced at all the possibilities. But it all ended with the same thought, him and I were connected somehow, one way or another.

My mom's voice broke my thoughts as I heard her speak once more.

"I'm giving you a head start son," She paused "Because I love you."

Did I hear her say son? I'm not sure of anything I hear, my mind to shaken and unfocused. I stood there, my head starting to spin at the idea. She loved him; he was something important to her. But where was he going, why was he leaving now, what had he been looking for? What did my mom mean by a head start, a head start for what? Nothing was making sense anymore, but my mom loved him, he was important to her and I had to know why.

"Good luck," was the last thing my mom said to him. Then I heard the door close.

The way she said it to him, good luck, it sounded like she really meant it. Not in a nice way, not like something you say when someone needs a little boost or they are trying to accomplish something. But as if for some reason he would need luck in order to keep going. It sounded like he was going to be in danger.

I stood there, too stunned by what I had overheard to react. For a second I was frozen, the shock paralyzing my body, unable to move. But the need to know more forced my body to go, I needed to see more.

I ran to the window and watched him walk down the path. Waiting in the distance was another figure, a young woman waiting for him. She held out her hand, and as their hands met, they vanished. In a blur of snow, they were gone.

I blinked, shaking my head. What just happened? That wasn't possible. How could anyone just vanish into thin air? I turn away; I couldn't have seen what I just saw. People cannot just disappear. I keep shaking my head, there was no way that just happened, but the more I question it, the more I can't stop wondering. I look again, it just couldn't be possible. But all I see is nothing, no one walking in the distance, no one standing where the two people should have been, just the flurry of snow falling to the ground.

My window was breaking now, entire pieces rendered completely useless, I could barely see what I thought was the world anymore.

I ran down the stairs, rushing to the door. I had to see what just happened. I had to prove to myself what I saw actually happened. I wasn't thinking about the cold, I didn't even bother grabbing a coat; I was focused only on seeing it for myself.

"Sophie what are you doing?" My mom's voice still panicked from the conversation she had with the man.

"Where are you going?"

Her voice didn't even register with me and I just kept going. I grabbed the door, throwing it open in a hurry and I started to run.

My mom yelled after me "Sophie get back here!"

I'm sorry mom, but I have to know. I thought to myself, I just have to know. I ignored her and kept running.

"Get back here right now!"

She was running after me now, trying to stop me, trying to keep me from the truth. But it was too late, I was gone, too focused on finding out what she was keeping from me.

"Sophie!" She called in desperation.

Her voice told me everything; she was hiding something from me. Her pleading calls only a way to keep me from the truth.

"Sophie!" She kept calling again and again to no avail.

I don't even want to think about the trouble I am going to get into. But even so, I just had to know. I kept running, not looking back. I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry mom, the thought kept running through my mind. Whatever it was that she was hiding from me, I was going to find out. I wanted to know what secrets she kept from me.

I reached the spot where the two of them had been. The snow laying their kicked up all around and looking like it had just freshly fallen. I thought about what I had seen, it kind of looked almost like some sort of bubble had enveloped them and transported them away. It left an imprint of a circle in the snow surrounding where they would have been. Where there should have been their footprints, nothing, brushed away as if it never existed, as if everything within that circle of snow had just taken off and then disappeared. It looked as if the two people who I saw standing here had never been here. I looked for something, anything to prove that they had actually been there. Nothing...there was nothing, it was plain, freshly fallen snow, nothing had been there. Wait what was that....I saw it out of the corner of my eye, something black lying underneath the fallen snow. Something was there, something left behind. There was someone here before. I hadn't just imagined him standing here, he was here, and he really did disappear. At that moment I felt distanced from myself, as if I was watching myself from far away. I wasn't connected to this world anymore.

I hear my mom running after me, approaching in the distance. I hear her voice and the faint yells of "Sophie" in the distance. Her voice wasn't reaching me anymore; too much was running through my mind. What just happened here, this stranger appeared at our door and my world is slowly crumbling around me. Everything I know, I began to question it.

My hand was trembling, I tried to reach for whatever it was underneath the snow, trying to grab it, but the closer I got the more I shook. I finally realized how cold it was out here; maybe I should have grabbed a coat. The air was freezing around me, but the chills I'm feeling were not from the cold.

"Mom," I scream out my voice shaky, "Mom, what is going on, who was that? Where did he go, how did he just vanish? People can't just disappear, mom what is going on!" I can't focus; I have a million questions to ask.

Overloaded within the chaos of my mind, I began to break down. I wanted to run to my mom, I wanted her to comfort me in my distress. But I couldn't, not after this; I was full of doubt in the one person I thought I could always trust.

I pictured myself falling, deeper and deeper into isolation. I didn't have anyone anymore, no longer could I confide in anyone. The falling form of my body was reaching out, screaming for help. My mom's hand reaching for me, but I couldn't grab it. I couldn't bring myself to trust her to save me. Her screams trying to reach me, but I let myself fall. I watched as her figure was engulfed in my disbelief.

My head hurts, my body aches. My vision was starting to blur, it was going dark. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. I saw my mom running towards me, as the world went black around me. My knees feel weak and as my legs fold from under me, I collapse. My mom appears overhead, saying something, frantically asking if I am alright, but I cannot hear her anymore. The concern in her face is clouded with my doubts, the feeling of betrayal and deceit overwhelming me, she knew who he was, she knew what happened and yet she lied to me. I lay looking up to her, her face is the last thing I remember seeing as it is erased into the void.

The final crack was put into place. My view of the world was distorted; the window that seemed so clear before was actually obscured, hiding the truth. With that final crack in my world, it shattered. In its place was this wondrous stained glass window. It's elaborate design revealing all the secrets that my old window had hidden from me. My old world crumbled around me.

Everything is spinning, the world blurring around me. A face, I see a face in the distance, I felt drawn to it, and it tugging at me, like it was trying to pull me in. It is hard to make it out, but I am sure it's him. I reached out to him, calling out to him, this stranger whose name I don't even know. I can final see his face clearly, his hand outstretched waiting for mine. As I gazed upon his face, the only thing clear to me, it was his eyes that caught my attention once again. His gaze was strong, but warm and so familiar, and then it dawned on me. They were my mom's eyes, the ones that watched over me and cared for me and I finally knew he really was her son. More than that, he was my....my...my brother, I had to know more. I stretch, inching closer, and grab his hand. Then... nothing, the blurring slows, the blackness crawling over erasing it all. I saw the crumbling pieces of my window, my world, consumed but the dark. As my eyes close and everything disappears, the word escapes my mouth in a whisper, "Jumper."

*Update*

This chapter didn't get that big an update compared to the second chapter, but there are some changes and additions.

Thanks for reading and please review.

-- The Procrastinadian