The sparks flew into the air as Griffin's mind jumped from place to place around inside his skull, not being able to concentra

The character Griffin is not mine only product of the movie Jumper

The sparks flew into the air as Griffin's mind jumped from place to place around inside his skull, not being able to concentrate. The pain, now the pain was unbearable as the volts traveled through his bones and through his veins. He clenched his teeth down in agony and he tried with all his might to focus on a place in his mind, but he found himself incapable to do this simple task.

All he had left was about two minutes more and then he knew that his body would be roasted, and his mind jumped from memory to memory. He saw his family, his friends, and he saw his brother. All of his past flashed in front of him in electric shocks as the smell of burning flesh entered into his nostrils. And then he felt himself drop onto the floor and his leg popped in a split second and he yelled in pain and the entire world around turned black.

3 Hours Later

Griffin's body ached, every inch of it, and he felt his lips crack as he tried to breath and his breathing quickened and his neck turned side to side as he looked around. All he could think of was he was being held by the Paladins and he was so tired that he didn't dare himself to close his eyes once more for fear of falling asleep. He couldn't concentrate, but they could do whatever they wanted to him he would stand strong and defiant until the end.

But then he felt his leg being popped back into place with a quick snap.

"You can take my leg but I won't tell you where the rest are, you bloody Fools," Griffin chuckled as his lips bled from the dryness then he realized the healing of his leg rather then the chopping off.

In the darkness Griffin saw a head full of electric white hair and he looked at the person with an expression of puzzlement and the hands of this mysterious person ripped what was left of his shirt off of his chest. As he could see she was a woman, as he looked her up and down noticing every curve of her body and the arch of her back.

"So are my pants next to come off, sweet heart?" Griffin chuckled to himself as his finger traced a line on her hand that rested on his chest.

"The only difference between me and you is I have a heart that hasn't beaten for the longest of times. And you have a heart that is warm and beating with every ounce of blood, and it is a heart that for one second I would not hesitate to rip out of that muscular chest. So I would advice you to keep your hands off of me," she hissed between her teeth as she pulled out a knife from her belt and ran it down the side of Griffin's face.

Griffin took a sharp breath in as the blade nicked his jaw, but he pulled his good leg up knocking some of the medical tools off of the near table and quickly rapped it around her waist, and grabbed her by the wrist making her hand quickly give out letting go of the blade. He quickly brought her to the floor as his body pinned her down to the floor, and stared into her silver blue eyes.

"Who are you?" Griffin asked as he held her arms down and put his body's weight on her, but she just chuckled as her foot rapped around his and she flipped him over to his back and quickly made it over to the knife, and then held it against Griffin's tender skin.

"I should be asking you that same question," she said as she got up off of Griffin and put the knife back on her belt, and fixed the tools that fell to they're side on the table.