A/N: Just finished this chapter, please tell me what you think! R&R.
Disclaimer: The Twilight Series and It's characters are property of Stephenie Meyer, Not Mine...
Just as Jasper's left hand connected with the metal bar itself, the door began to cave in.
The table at the door then gave way, causing a massive influx of people similar to those Jasper had seen out of the windows. The rolling ladder beneath Jasper's feet gave way, and with a cry of terror Jasper scrambled to secure his right hand on the beam above him after dropping his left shoe to the crowd below in the process.
A lose shard of glass caused his right hand to jerk back in pain as blood began seeping through the wound. Jasper grit his teeth and wiped the warm liquid on his shirt.
Those below screamed at him, throwing books and anything they could find. Luckily it seemed those with firearms had wasted their ammunition outside, because in his pain and terror Jasper could hear no gunshots.
Maneuvering his right hand carefully, Jasper found a clear position on the bar without any stray glass. With equal force on both hands, Jasper agonizingly pulled himself up slowly to the skylight above. The metal beam did not struggle with his weight, which was a good sign.
Through the mind numbing pain in his hand Jasper moved efficiently, and the adrenaline seemed to help slightly.
Finally his whole body was up and on the roof. Slumping down to catch his breath and to wipe the flesh blood from his hand, Jasper saw through the glass what was going on below. All three rolling ladders were positioned just beneath the skylight, with revolutionaries hammering away to break the glass.
Rising to his feet, Jasper crouched along the thin beams toward the solid roof, in fear that the glass would give way. Once on the rooftops smooth, inviting surface, Jasper skillfully took in his surroundings.
The rooftop of the palace's West Wing was fairly barren other than the imposing skylight, leaving no where to hide. Jasper remembered the West Rear Balcony. Each section of the Palace had one, and unlike the front balconies that were used for official royal and social occasions, the rear ones were hardly known to the public.
Jasper scurried along the rooftop towards the rear of the palace. When he arrived, as predicted, the grand marble of the Rear balcony could be seen on the second floor below him. Jasper crouched down and grabbed hold of the rooftop's ledge, the rough stone dug into the gash on his right hand and made him gasp in pain.
Jasper was now hanging loose, the West Rear Balcony over twenty feet below. He could hear loud revolutionary shouts, alerting him of the rebel's presence on the roof. Jasper began the long, painful climb down, brick by brick.
Jumping from the climb when just above the balcony, Jasper felt immediately grateful for the smooth marble surface surrounding him. Doing a once over, he checked his body for wounds. His right hand had gotten worse, the gash an odd color and wider than before. Jasper was surprised to find a long, thin cut up his left leg. He put it down to either the glass at the skylight or maybe he had scraped it against a window frame on the climb down. It was bleeding little and he decided it wasn't too bad, opting to continue on without messing with it.
Below Jasper was an avenue lined with trees stalking off into the Royal Gardens ahead. He knew that taking it would lead him to the old coach house. It used to be home to all official Royal carriages, before they went to national museums when not in use. Now it was used as the Royal 'garage' with all of the family's various vehicles in residence. This would be Jaspers way out.
After breaking through the balcony doors to the second floor (Pleasantly surprised that the revolutionaries had not yet found the area), Jasper took a staff staircase down to the ground.
It felt like the longest walk of Jasper's life. His hand felt as though a knife were continuously digging into his flesh, and was loosing an alarming amount of blood. Using his teeth, Jasper tore at his shirt and wrapped a strip of the fabric around the wound, partially stemming the bleeding. His leg also began to throb.
For a time Jasper made sure to keep under the cover of the giant trees, but the sky began to darken soon after the sun set.
Twilight passed. Jasper began to panic about losing his way in the darkness, but soon enough the large coach house could be seen ahead, reflected in the moonlight by a large lake. Running now, Jasper made it to the stone structure in a matter of minutes.
Reaching the large wooden doors, Japer took the I.D. card out of his back pocket that all Royal family members and their staff carry throughout the Palace grounds to enter the various buildings and rooms off limits to the public.
Jasper swiped the card through the scanner and hoped that in the confusion following the storming of palace the system had not been shut down. A green light on the scanner told otherwise, and Jasper soon had the imposing doors open, and then shut incase anyone had been following him.
Jasper flipped a switch to his left, and one by one, row upon row of fluorescent lights illuminated the large garage, and the sheer size of it. All sorts of vehicles: Motorcycles, ATV's, Boats, Sports cars, Sedans, and SUV's… All were here. Moving down the aisles of equipment, Jasper came upon a small room at the end. Swiping his card to unlock it, Jasper entered the small annex. A small desk, filing cabinets, shelves, and a row of keys for all of the vehicles were crammed into the tiny space. Jasper thought to himself that this must be a security officer's station.
Picking the key off of the row, Jasper moved to the desk against a wall. Opening the largest drawer, he found what he needed buried under a pile of papers. A small, semi-automatic pistol.
Checking it was loaded and secure, Jasper tucked it into the back of his jeans. His torn shirt refused to hide the weapon, however, but Jasper found a coat rack on the back of the door with a large, leather jacket. Putting it on over the shirt, it fit nicely and easily covered the firearm.
Leaving the small security station behind, Jasper dashed back down the aisle of vehicles to a mid-size luxury sedan. Its jet-black exterior and tinted windows were perfect for privacy. Having the public see the prince leave Crevacia was not in Jasper's best interests.
Jamming the keys into the ignition, the car roared to life. Revving the engine, Jasper smiled for the first time since his life had turned upside down. He had a chance now.
Looking at the illuminated dashboard, Jasper spied the clock. It read nearly ten o' clock. He could be out of city limits by midnight, and on his way to Rosalie. She would still be on holiday at the Summer Residence with the rest of his family. Far away, across Provlance. Safe.
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It was early afternoon by the time King Carlisle IV received word of The Royal Palace being stormed by a mob. Rosalie and Esme were still in tears, He himself was barely holding up. Knowing that his only son Jasper was there, no protection, no help. If only he had gone back to the Palace with Jasper. Carlisle knew how Jasper loved the palace in Crevacia, and often he would cut his holiday at their Summer Residence short and return on his own.
Jasper should have stayed. After the food shortages last winter (due to bad droughts across the country) Carlisle knew hard times were upon them. It was the final straw that broke his country's back. His family's extravagant lifestyle had worn on his people. Now they were willing to throw away a centuries old tradition for a more modern government. The more Carlisle refused, the more violent they became.
After hearing of the storming, King Carlisle IV immediately sent for General Winston Ernest II. He was one of Carlisle's most trusted aides, and reassured him that all was being done to locate his son. This helped reassure him slightly, but he still felt helpless.
Carlisle could only hope for his son's safety, and trust Winston for his return.
A/N: Edward's chapter will come soon, but I need to see how this night will play out for our beloved Jasper first. Please make suggestions and tell me your likes/dislikes!