Hunting Jasper

by Elizabeth-Jasper

The Shadows are Savants everyone wants but no one can catch. They're elusive and lethal. In Jasper's life there are only two things that come above all else. Get the job done and never get caught. But she breaks the most important things in her life when her target becomes more than a job and life becomes more than the hunt she lives. Catch me if you can... No original Soulfinders.

1. Prologue

"Jasper!" Eris yelled. "Come on!" The 17-year-old with her hair in a Heidi braid walking up to the car with a blue slushie in hand and a strawberry flavoured lollipop in the other. The Gold Volvo v40; was parked between two warehouses in downtown Manhattan. The sky was dark blue, a few stars and the odd plane. Sirens sang through the streets.

"Did you get us anything?" Chase called, pushing off the car. The 23-year-old and the eldest of all of us was a sky-scraping 6 foot 7. Dirty blonde hair spiked up with gel as hard as concrete. He had brown eyes like his sister, Eris. And looks that could kill. His leather jacket over his muscular frame. Eris was 5 foot 6. I was halfway between the both of them.

"No," She scoffed, sucking more slushie, turning her mouth and lips blue.

"Why not?" Chase asked, looking at the car judging it.

"Hey, I took out the power! It's tiring." She called the lollipop held between her teeth, stirring the slushie.

"Right," I laughed, climbing the levels of the iron fire escape. The black paint peeling and the steel freezing my hands turning them white. I stopped on the last level before the floor. Chase had spent the entire time inspecting the car, he'd moved round to the other side, standing a few meters from the car. "Chase..."

"RUN!" I swung around the black staircase, fast enough my hair momentarily blocked my view, sticking the lip-gloss on my lips as I crouched behind the stairs just milliseconds before the car exploded into a downpour of embers and debris.

I heard Eris screaming. No noise from Chase. The crackling of the fire. And ringing in my ears. The force knocked my head into the sharp railings. I felt a small trickle of blood drip down my face. I stood up. Flaming debris was everywhere. The fire raging. Popping. All the glass.

I looked at Chase. He was slumped against the wall. Eris shaking on the floor covered in blood, screaming as she tried to crawl away from the fire. Her arms were red with blood and still violently shaking, racked with sobs and screams. I ran down the last flight of stairs and jumped to the ladder slipping on the first bar. I climbed carefully.

Another explosion came from the engine, throwing me off the ladder. I rolled down the alley, through the grimy puddles reflecting the moon. My ears were ringing, I could hear nothing else. I could see the fire through my blurred vision. Dancing in the shadows of the night.

My name is Jasper. I'm a Shadow. And I'm a Savant Assassin.