Maybe because I'm new, but I haven't found many guy Jumper fics yet. Most of them are girls. So, here's my take on a guy's POV.

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It Starts Now

Keish started telling the joke, and Tommy cut in with the punch line. As always, the entire group laughed as we wandered along the street. It was always the same; meet for maccas, swap assignments so we can copy off each others', and then walk home. That was how we lived our Tuesdays. Occasionally, we'd meet at KFC, or maybe someplace like Hungry Jack's or maybe even Subway. The manager or the clerks would always glare suspiciously at us.

We always got bad attention, just because we all wore jeans and hoodies. Jason always had his hood pulled right forward, and Alex kept his hands in his jacket pockets. It probably did look to store clerks as though we were up to no good, but we were a great bunch.

Were.

'This is me,' I stated, as we paused out the front of a small suburban house. We all lived on the same street, at numbers twelve, fourteen, seventeen and twenty-two, The Avenue. No joke, that's the actual name of the street. The Avenue; creative, huh?

Tommy lived next door to me, and I knew my folks would be in the font room. Even if I could slip through the front door silently, they'd still hear me. The windows also looked out over the front yard, which meant I had to sneak around through Tommy's yard and jump the fence.

'Yeah, I'll need to chaperone him,' Tommy whispered to Keish, and rolled her eyes, 'Boys, huh?'

Keish and Tommy giggled, looking at me as they hid their mouths behind their hands. Tommy could be such a girly-girl sometimes, but she often wore guys' baggy jeans and boys' hoodies, and loved all the stuff guys her age were into. I couldn't ever recall seeing her wear a skirt or a dress, not even at primary school graduation.

'See ya t'morra?' Jason asked, nudging me.

'We got school, idiot,' I turned to follow Tommy as she led the way through her jungle of a front yard, ''Course you'll see me "t'morra",' I mimicked his broad accent. Jason had moved here a year back with his cousin, coming from some station way out in SA, about five or six hours from Adelaide.

Tommy was holding open her back gate, so I could follow her through. I heard the others disappearing up the street, and wished I didn't have to sneak in like this.

'Cheers,' I ruffled Tommy on her head as I climbed up the fence. There were three cross beams along it, but none on my side. It was a drop to the ground, which was rocks and dirt on this side of the house.

'Ciao,' Tommy grinned as I scaled the fence easily. I waved as I dropped over, landing softly on the gravel. My bedroom window was one of those wind-out ones, and when it was fully open, I could barely squeeze through it. I slipped under it, and eased the flyscreen off, so I could slip inside.

The screen came off with a snapping sound, not loud enough to alert the folks, though. I paused, making sure, before I pulled myself in over the ledge, catching my bag in the bottom of the window. I tugged the strap and it came free, though, and I fell softly onto my bed. I pulled the fly screen back into position, wincing as it snapped loudly.

It was that moment that I stopped. Hadn't I left the music on? Told them I was going to bed and left the music on, so they wouldn't come in? I was sure I'd left the music on, but it wasn't on anymore.

Gently, I eased my door open, and looked out into the hallway. The light was on in the kitchen, and in the lounge room, but no where else. Cautiously, I stepped forward, out into the hallway, walking towards the doorway that led into the lounge room.

I froze as I heard a knock at the door. It was nearly nine; who would be calling this late?

Mum got up to answer it, and I poked my head around the corner. I could see her back, and a shadowy figure as the door was opened. Mum was smart, though, didn't open the screen door.

'Hi, sorry I'm calling by so late,' it was a man's voice, with a faint British accent. Kent, I think it was. 'I'm Mark Daniels, Jake's biology teacher.'

No, he wasn't. My biology teacher was Mrs Gumpter. Actually, I didn't have any teacher by the name Daniels.

'I'm here to speak with you about Jake, is he anywhere around?'

'Uh, no, he went out. We think he's with friends.' Mum was never a convincing liar, but she didn't seem convincing when she told the truth, either.

'Do you mind if I come in? It's freezing out here.'

'Oh, yes, of course.' Mum unlocked the screen door and held it open. Something in me wanted to rush out and stop her, some sort of animal instinct, but I stayed rooted to the spot, barely able to move.

'Oh, you've got company?' Mum had spotted something out on the street, and the man nodded. 'Just my brother, but he can wait in the car.'

'No, no. He's welcome to come in, too.' It was Dad who said this. My stupid parents, so trusting. Of course they'd invite two complete strangers inside to talk to them. Idiots.

'Where did you say your son was?' Daniels asked. He had his back to me, and Mum was looking at him. She hadn't seen me yet, thankfully. Something about these guys made me want to run and crawl under a rock, to hide.

No, don't picture it, not now, that might be what they're after.

I concentrated on breathing, calming myself.

'Well, we thought he was in bed, he said he wanted to go to bed early, but when I looked in before, he wasn't there.'

'I don't believe you.' Daniels stated. Mum raised her eyebrows.

'I'm sorry?'

'You're lying. Where is he? Why are you protecting him?'

Dad was on his feet now; I could see his shadow as he started out into the hallway, 'Because we don't believe you are who you say you a—'

Dad's words were cut off, and Mum screamed as I closed my eyes. The image wouldn't go away, though. Dad was speaking, glaring suspiciously at the guy, and a hand had flashed out quickly, a small flash of silver, and a thin red line had appeared at Dad's throat, which had quickly turned into a red waterfall.

'I'll give you one more chance,' Daniels stated, now towering over Mum, 'Where is he?'

'Get out!' mum screamed. I knew she wasn't talking to Daniels, or the other two men that had just appeared, 'Just get out!'

She knew I was here, and she hadn't given me up. And now she was telling me to get out.

I ran into the bedroom and grabbed the first heavy thing that my hand touched. An alarm clock, good. I then pictured the dining room, directly in line with the Daniels bloke.

I was there, and I hurled the alarm clock without hesitating. It flew through the air and hit the man's shoulder as he whirled around, but I was already gone, moving to stand behind him, in the middle of the three. I lashed out with my foot, in a perfect round kick, but the man blocked it easily, garabbing my foot and twisting it.

I jumped to the lounge room, sending papers off the coffee table flying everywhere, and dived as they fired something at me.

Mum.

I jumped back to my room, looking around for my softball bat. I was the only kid who had a titanium bat, the same one my Mum used to use. It had enought weight behind it to knock a man out stone cold.

That's exactly what I was planning to do.

I jumped back to the hallway, and swung the bat. But I slipped in something, and as the bat connected, I fell to the ground.

Mum stared at me, with cold, empty eyes. Dead eyes.

It was blood. I'd slipped in blood. It was all over my jeans, my jacket, my hands. I looked up as one of the men said something, my brain not quite catching up. Mum's eyes...

The first guy, Daniels, had a knife in his hand, and he twisted so fast that I barely had time to dodge. I saw the flash as he jerked it back, and closed my eyes, picturing the place.


'This is your safe place,' Mum stated. I looked around, staring at the trees around us.

'What if the trucks find us?'

'The trucks won't find us, not up here,' she grinned, white teeth flashing, 'I know they won't, because I'm your mother. I know everything.'

I looked around the bush. We were somewhere up in the mountain range, about an hour from home. Mum had brought me here for a reason.

'So, what do I do with this place?'

Mum crouched beside me, and took hold of my hand. I was eight, old enough to understand.

'If ever you feel in danger, like someone is going to try and hurt you, and we're not there to help, you come here, okay? It's too far from everything; no one will find you here. You'll be safe.'

'But you'll always be around, won't you?'

Mum smiled sadly.

I was surrounded by trees, soaked in blood and screaming at the sky.

'You'll always be around, won't you?'


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