Undercover Jumper
By: MusicIsMySoul
Jumper FanFic
Disclaimer: I do not own "Jumper" but I would LOVE to own Hayden Christensen...oh how I love him so!!
Summary: Kilo649 is the one and only Paladin's undercover Jumper, Seeking out and killing her own kind. She's sent to track and Kill David Rice things get a little...complicated
Authors Note: I just watched this movie a few nights ago and I couldn't get my own spin on it out of my head so here it is for all of my readers.
Chapter One: Domum Quisnam persulto Vicis
They pulled me into this, this life that I live. I didn't choose it but then again no one would probably want to, other than some sick son-of-a-bitch who gets his kicks and giggles out of killing his own kind. Yes, I know what I am and so does the people I work for...HA if you call it work, I call it slavery. They send me out to find someone like me, and if I want to live the next day...I kill them. Kill or be killed I guess...what a fucked up world we live in these days. A place where a war between us and them is raged right before every ones eyes and yet no one realizes it until their son, daughter, husband, wife, mother...well you get the point, winds up dead. I for one really don't get it but if I'm as they say 'impure' and an 'abomination' like they say I am, then I didn't need to get it. I'm a jumper, the only one kept alive by the Paladin. I made a deal and they took it, they took everything...every single little thing! But that is a different story, well it's all the same story cause it's my story.
In medieval times they called us 'Domum Quisnam persulto Vicis' or for you un-smart people it's Latin for 'The ones that skip time.' We just call our selves something else, and they call us abominations and kill us off one by one, by one...That is until now.
White, everything around me was white, always white, white, white. White Fucking sheets, pillows, doors, walls, everything and after ten years of white I was sick of it. I laid down on the floor tossing a small lime green tennis ball against the wall hoping that maybe a small amount of the green fuzz would stick to it and bring some colour to the room, as small as it would be. They kept me in here when they didn't need me, like some tool that they would bring out and use then store away for later. I would try and keep my anger inside until they sent me away then all hell would break loose and the poor sucker I was tracking better had slept with one eye open. I herd the footsteps coming closer to my door, yet another job probably and when the familiar sound of the heavy door unlocking I sat up and waited for the painful shock of the cuffs that kept me here. The cuff had be designed to make it so I couldn't jump anywhere still stung even after my long stay here and I wondered why they still used them it's not like I had any jumping spots around here. "Get up" a tall light haired man ordered as he stepped into my room.
I followed his orders and stood and I flinched a little when I felt him slip the cuffs around each wrist, my brain froze for a second and I had to remind myself to trail behind the man behind the long corridor to a pair of chocolate brown doors. I hated theses doors only because I knew what was behind then and not because of the smooth colour of it. I pushed them open with much effort, the sting of the cuff and the reluctant-ness behind my movements. I found myself looking at a row of people, most of which I had seen before. "This is our Tracker" I recognized the voice immediately, the one which I hated so much, so much so that I would rip his voice box out if it didn't cost my own life to do it, Roland.
"How do you keep her contained here?" a small voice of a man spoke
The spoke for a minute but I didn't listen I was to much into not jumping over the table and ripping each and every strand of Roland's white hair one by one, just as he did with us. "Kilo649" my inventory name Roland had spoke of broke me out of my wicked train of thought "is well trained and we have designed Jumper electrode controllers to keep it from jumping"
'It' was the word I picked up on, I wasn't a 'her', or a 'she' not ever a person, just an 'it' to them, a weapon. Roland spoke again opening his big fucking mouth "Kilo649" he called out "you have another mission"
I hardly listened because it was always the same, just blah, blah, blah, kill it and get back here, blah, blah, blah. "David Rice is your new target" my ears perked up, I knew what David Rice had done to Roland over a year ago, and internally laughed at the thought of him waiting two days for someone find him and pick him up "He was last seen in Australia with Millie Harris his Fiancé. Find him and kill him. You know the problems he's given us over the last few years."
I nodded unable to open my mouth in fear that I would say something that would get myself hurt. I was told I was to leave in a few hours so I packed what little personal items I had for myself and some clothes for the trip. As I zipped up my form fitting black leather jacket I herd the door unlock again and once more the sting of the cuffs. I knew the route that they took me and had to hardly look up, you know this would be a lot easier if I could just jump there. We stopped in front of a large plane one that I had used all to often and yet I liked, only because of the nice colours inside and the quiet...it was somewhere where I could think and prepare without a million people looking over my shoulder. I entered the plane not before the guard that was watching me took off the cuff, a relief for me, then handed me a file folder. The plane was big...well bigger than my own room but then again everything was bigger than my room. The rounded walls were pained a sort of mocha colour and most of the furniture was a deep blue colour. I liked it more than the blinding white walls back in captivity. After sitting on the long couch I opened the cream coloured file folder that my captor handed to me. Inside was a few papers filled with information about David Rice and his fiancé and a few pictures in full colour and very detailed places. The Sydney Opera House, The Roman Colosseum -somewhere David had been before-, the Eiffel Tower and David's home town house maybe a few others too. Clearly the Padalin's didn't know anything about tracking David Rice, their lack of creativity had shown that. They couldn't catch someone the same way twice. I tossed the pictures beside me and grabbed a drink out of the small fridge. After I placed myself back on the couch and laid down, I sipped the drink quietly as the plane rolled forward. This job wasn't going to be easy.
Almost eight hours later the plane landed and the soft impact woke me from my shallow slumber, I didn't get much sleep in the first place so might as well get it where I could. A speaker crackled behind my ear and I sat up as orders pushed through it "Kilo649" the name burned every time they spoke it "We have landed in Sydney, you may find the target and report in when the job is done"
I stood and grabbed the pure white backpack that they had filled with things they thought I would need. When I stepped of the plane a humid breeze hit my face and I soon regretted that I wore a black leather jacket. A car was waiting to take me to the hotel I would be staying at and I knew it would be the very best, murderers needed little stress to complicate things. At the moment the car braked I opened the door and exited the dry, stale air of the black car. I walked into the front doors of the hotel and stopped behind some guy who was checking in. I could only see the back of his head but from what I could see what that he had shaggy black hair, a little curly but not curly enough to look like he had an Afro. He had an old army jacket on and a pair of dark blue jeans. Just some normal guy who was blissfully unaware about that war that went on around him, just like any other person. I waited with little patience and soon started tapping my foot as he rambled on about Sydney and how awesome it was, no doubt flirting. Trying to block out the sounds of his obvious Italian accent I pulled out my Mp3 player that I had gotten a few months when on a job then hid it from the Padalin very well. Again a few minutes went by and I could hear my own tapping of my foot even with the music blasting against my ear drums. I was oblivious that someone had bumped into me until my earphones had fallen out of my ears and I met eyes with the black haired man. Blue eyes, not just blue a deep ocean blue, and his skin was a darken tanned colour...I would guess at least twenty-two years old. I had never seen a man with such blue eyes and I could hardly pull my own eyes away from him until I herd his smooth Italian accent "Sorry to keep you waiting" he said in an voice that was clearly mocking me.
I paused choosing my words carefully "I'm sure you got what you wanted from her didn't you" I shot my finger towards the blond woman behind the front desk
"Actually" he spoke and fished a small ruffled paper from his pocket "I did"
I saw a few numbers written on the paper and rolled my eyes, sane people were annoying. I figured that if I continued the conversation I would hurt someone, namely the dark haired man so I turned and took a breath before I spoke to the blond woman I had mentioned "Reservation under Everson"
A few clicks of the keys of the keyboard and she forced a smile and handed me two card keys for the room, two as in if I lost one then I had another one...but I never lost anything "Welcome to Sydney Miss. Everson, your bags are already in your room" she said sweetly, as her job description intended her to do so.
I took the keys and headed to the elevator. As the doors closed I still couldn't relax most people would be so much that they would sleep all day and get massages and go shopping but not me, I had to get to work. A bell sounded as the doors opened into the penthouse floor and I followed the blue carpeting to a black door, it reminded me of the man in the lobby. I opened the door and took in the smell of the room, the smell of fresh sheets, the ocean and a taste of old coffee. Everything was so colourful, oranges, blues, and some green...no white at all...well that is except for the bed pillows but I would call up for some different pillows later. First order of business...shower. I walked into the lavish washroom, blue and green everywhere, even the shower wall was a mosaic of green and blue sea glass that they no doubt took forever to find. I undressed out of my traveling clothes and turned the shower on. Once I knew that it was warm enough I stepped in, it was so hot it made my skin raw and I liked it...it was just what little pain for what I did for my own kind. I scrubbed my skin harder to get clean of everything, of the grime of the trip and to clean myself of the Padalin stench that reeked when I was in the outside world. Once my skin was red, raw and hurt I washed my hair and rinsed it clean, turned off the shower and stepped out. I wrapped a towel around myself as I roamed around the room to find some clothes to wear. I figured I should blend in with the locals for if David was here I wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb, so a pair off blue jeans that looked like I had worn then for a long time, a black fitted t-shirt. Flip-flops would do to so I pulled those out of my suit case and tossed them beside the door as I towel dried my hair. I looked over at the washroom and my mind had picked out something I hadn't thought of in a while, jumping into the washroom would give me some time to limber up. So I concentrated on a spot right in front of the mirror as before I closed my eyes I felt myself rip through time itself and land roughly on the cold tiles of the room where I had wanted to be. My mind shook a little since I hadn't jumped for a few months and it had taken a toll on my body. I opened my eyes as I steadied myself on the counter before me. I played with the small pendant that hung on a silver chain around my neck as I stared back at someone I hardly had seen...myself. I had changed last time I had seen myself in a mirror, my light, wavy, brown hair was longer past my shoulders now and my face had gotten a darker tan. I hardly recognized myself. My body was still well toned as I saw my small waist and well shaped arms, wow I had to be training a lot. "Hey you" I laughed then stopped myself, I had to be going crazy now...who talked to their self in the mirror?
I shook it off chalking it up to my latest jump and decided that I should practice more so I jumped into the kitchen, then to the closet, which was slightly cramped, and to the door...it was time to find David Rice.
Lee: Kilo649: but I'm not in Jumper
Lee: now you are, anyways I watched this movie a few nights ago and I loved it and this instantly flew into my head
Kilo649: who's that rude, ignorant guy
Lee: best not ask questions you don't want the answer to, maybe someday you will learn
Kilo649: yeah...well thank you Dr. Phil
Lee: I try, I try. Yeah well hope you like it and read it, I spent a lot of time trying to find that Latin translation
Kilo649: makes you sound a little smarter
Lee: well yea- hey wait a little smarter? I'm a genius for making this shit up!!!!
Kilo649: tell that to the spelling and grammar errors
Lee: oh shut up!!
Everyone: yeah we're back!!!!!!! next chapter coming soon!!!!