Spy Guy:
There's finally a Jumper Section. Someone, who I'm not sure if they want mention, but they PM'd me about it, and I'm very grateful, and happy that there's an entire section just for Jumper. :D The fandom can only grow! I cleaned this up a bit, and hope to add another chapter soon!
Author's note from original Posting:
So for those of you who have me on watch, or those who simply stalk me in the dark of night (I love all of you!), you'll know how I've been trying to find a new fandom to write for. so right now, this is an experimental project.
(At this time I know some of you stalkers are strangling your Secret Spy Guy voodoo dolls, demanding that I update Masters' weapon. I'm working on it. lolz. :))
Then there are those of you who are rabid Jumper (and or Jamie Bell fans) who have been crossing your fingers for some good Griffin agnst...well...here you go.
I came up with idea trying to figure out how the directors of the film are going to tie it into the sequel written by Steven Gould (who wrote the novel that Jumper was based on). The sequal, for those not in the know, is called Reflex, and it involves David getting kidnapped by a covert organization.
Well...then I started thinking, "How is Griffin going to get down before he gets keeled?"
Boom...there is the tie-in.
For now, this is just a one-shot. Maybe it i have time, and people like it, I'll write more, but for now...here you go. Enjoy.
disclaimer: I do not own Jumper, or any affiliated characters.
(oh, and the language is stronger than anything I've written as of yet. Griffin swears. Had to keep him in character. Sorry if anyone is offended. No fudge buckets here.)
He groaned as another jolt of power ran through his body, causing him to twitch with uncontrollable spasms. The man's fingers clutched at the charged cables that trapped him, as he struggled in vain to free himself from their imprisoning clutches.
"Damn you, David." Griffin hissed, another pulse of electricity rattling his brain. His body made an agonizing attempt to jump, his honed instincts working cruelly against him. The man was entirely at the mercy of the first person to come upon him…a situation that made him exceedingly uncomfortable. Years of running…years of heartbreak and having everything cruelly torn from him, had made him distrustful of the human race. He was fearful of anyone…even the most innocent could be dangerous. Even those closest could be enemies. Experience had hardened his heart…
So when he saw three figures approaching, he instantly tried to jump again…
A bad idea, he knew. Not only was he entangled in live electrical wires, but his form also flickered right before their eyes…neither of those sights were common--or possible-- in the eyes of a regular human. The fact that the leader of the group, a thin, tan-skinned brunette, had a sly smile on her face, made his blood run cold in his veins.
He instantly knew what she was…
She must be a paladin…
"Hey you!" The woman called, her smile growing. "What's up?"
"Shut up, you bloody bitch." Griffin snarled, "I really don't want to deal with this shit right now."
"Feisty little jumper, aren't you?" The woman sneered, reaching into a pouch at her side. "Why don't you calm down little boy, and let me help you."
Griffin snarled again, flailing wildly against the cables holding him back. He could almost imagine the woman pulling out a gun, like the one that had killed his parents, or drawing out a machete like the one that Roland favored. The jumper hated how helpless he was, hanging useless just like all of the other jumpers that had fallen before him. For years, he had been Griffin, the jumper, the one who was impossible to kill. He had managed to murder countless Paladins, despite the disadvantages he faced. He refused to allow this woman to kill him…without any effort at all.
"Come to kick a jumper while he's down?" Griffin taunted, his face screwed up in pain and anger. The woman simply laughed.
"I'm not here to kill you, if that's what you think, Darling." She grinned, drawing a long syringe from her pocket. Her finger pushed slightly on the plunger, expelling the air from the clear plastic casing. Droplets of honey colored liquid dribbled from the needle's sharp point, running sluggishly along its metal surface.
Griffin's eyes widened with fear.
"You must think we're Paladins, right, little boy?" The woman asked, her tone mocking as she approached, holding the syringe confidently in one hand. Griffin kicked out at her head, but missed, only to have the intruder's free hand seize his ankle in a surprisingly strong grip.
"I can assure you, we're nothing like those religious nutjobs." She continued, the two thugs flanking her on either side immobilizing the rest of the jumper's limbs, careful not to touch the live wires. "My employer is more interested in your skills…your talents, Griffin. You must be smart, if you've dodged the Paladins for so long. We could use that."
"How do you know about me you witch?" The boy demanded, flailing desperately. The woman's face twisted into a sinister grin as she lifted up his pant leg, exposing the pale flesh of his calf.
"We've been trailing you for a long time, Griffin." She replied, twisting the man's ankle around to further immobilize his leg. She brought the needle's tip to rest against his skin, swiftly slipping it into a pulsing vein. Griffin panicked, bucking against the wires, his body flickering in and out of place, one part of him pulling to return to the desert, the other too muddled to go…
He felt his body growing limp, slipping through the cables only after he could no longer fight. The thugs held tightly onto his deadened body, carefully maneuvering him through the live wires, preventing him from choking. The jumper still continued to twitch even after the cables were gone, his mind muddled by the effects of the powerful volts, and the drug that oozed through his blood, leaving him at the mercy of his captors…
Spy Guy: Thank you so much for reading. I really appriciate it, and please review! :D I want to know what you think.
