Disclaimer: Why am I always being reminded that I don't own Jumper or Jamie Bell...?
I do own May and Alan and any other Jumper I throw in there that you don't recognize.
Not much Griffin action in this chapter, there will be in the next one though, promise. :)
After losing sights of the jumper named Carter, May had to wait until the next train came again to get back to where she came from in hopes of finding the missing Alan.
In a total of twenty minutes she really had nothing to show for her efforts of finding other jumpers, sure she had located two but they refused to help and so there was really no progress.
As the train doors slid open to let her past she saw a few familiar trench coats waiting at the station, arms tucked into their pockets and shielding whatever was hidden beneath the coat.
Her stomach lurched as she saw them and immediately the horrible thoughts they had gotten Alan zoomed into her brain.
Looking around rabidly she noticed a few people with cell phones and silently wished she was smart enough to buy her and Alan a phone to keep in contact when separated.
Kicking the wall that contained her she moved out with the flow of the crowd and tried to blend in, although she was pretty sure she stuck out like a sore thumb unless that was all just in her head.
She could see their eyes boring into everyone, dissecting who was just a simple idiot walking to their jobs or home and who was the jumper, the thing that could teleport to places without lifting so much as a finger.
Sighing into her hand as she pretend to yawn, covering her face in the process as she passed one of the taller ones and walked up the stairs to the street above.
First thing on her agenda, find Alan, immediately.
Her walk quickly became a job that changed even quicker to a run once she was on the streets with light pouring down over her.
She wasn't even concentrating on the people around her as she ran to the last place she saw Alan, hoping beyond all hope that he stayed there to wait for her.
As she ran she ignored most of the people and the jump scar that appeared beside her, not realising it was there as she continued her trek to find the building.
Eventually she had to stop to ask for directions, getting there much faster she realised then when she ran with no direction.
Inside the store she couldn't see him, couldn't find his usual beige and maroon shirts, couldn't even pick out his would be panicky behaviour for being left behind.
"Excuse me? Have you seen anyone come in wearing a beige and maroon shirt, he's 6'1", little Asian dude probably mumbling about being left behind?" May asked the young teenager at the counter.
"Uh yeah, he was in here for a little while before these guys came in and he left with them"
Shock went right down to her core as she looked about, "Were these guys wearing trench coats perhaps?"
"Yeah" She nodded and watched as May began pacing.
"Was one of them black with white hair?"
"Not that I recognized..." She trailed off.
Not caring much to wait around and panic May vaulted out the door and into the street again, not bothering to say a thank you for the girls help.
They had caught Alan, which must have been why they were in the subway station.
But if they were looking for her as well that meant they knew of their plans to join up with other jumpers, or at least knew Alan and her worked together.
Tugging on her hair forcefully she spun in a full circle, fighting the nausea that over swept her.
She was going to be alone, she realised with a horrified shock, they were going to kill him and there was nothing she could do.
Looking around for the last time with a desperate eye she jumped where ever she could, now running again and jumping ahead as if that would help.
She knew it would attract attention, but maybe that was what she wanted?
Crashing on top of a building she rolled, coming to a stop with her face buried in her arms as she cried.
He would be killed in New York City, he would be killed by the people that held no hearts and she would be lonely and afraid once again.
Smashing her fist against the smooth concrete of the roof the building had been made of she heard the crunches of footsteps moving towards her.
Reacting quickly she rolled out of the way as a claw like metal piece smashed into the spot she was once laying, the hum of electricity running through it as she realised just who it was.
Jumping up to her feet she turned to face them, anger blurring her vision as she steadied herself.
"Where's Alan?" She commanded but was ignored as they shot a tether her way.
Jumping to avoid the electrified weapons she crashed onto a building just far enough away from them until the thoughts began progressing.
"Where's Alan!" She screamed at them as they ran and leapt over buildings to try and catch her.
As they neared she felt a force crash into her side, tackling her to the ground in a jump as they vanished from the spot and reappeared in an aisle of the book store she had left.
"You alright?" The familiar voice asked her.
Squinting an eye she recognized him immediately, "Alan, are you alright?"
"I asked you first" he chuckled as he got up to his feet and that was when she noticed the way his shirt was torn.
Thankfully the second layer kept him together as the maroon shirt overtop held the holes throughout itself.
"I thought they killed you" She answered back quietly.
"So did I," He hummed with a chuckle, "But listen, I caught up to that Jumper!"
"Carter?" She mused with a wry smile.
"Yeah, I found out where his hideout is though, he said he didn't want to help us though... said you already harassed him"
"I didn't harass him, I asked him" She rolled her eyes, "But that's great, so if we need his help we know where to find him right?"
"Well unless he moves somewhere else, but I doubt he will since it's pretty much the best place to hide"
May smiled guiltily at Alan when she thought of the poor New Yorker, "I remember him saying he wouldn't change his mind"
"Told me the same thing, listen I think we better get out of here before those Paladin's find us again"
May didn't respond as Alan jumped them again, this time landing them both on the streets of Paris, rain pouring down to drench their hair.
"I was thinking," Alan started, "About the other jumpers, what if none of them agree to help us?"
"We'll convince them" May nodded as if that was the solution.
"Don't take no for an answer right?" He teased.
Stopping in her spot May casted a short glance to her friend and blew at her blonde bangs, "I can't handle running for long, not when they catch us so easily. Soon enough not even our jumping will be able to save us, what then?"
"Then... let's look on the positive side"
"Positive side of what?"
"Positive side that until then we can fight and we'll win before it comes to that"
Laughing suddenly May punched his arm lightly and nodded, "Let's go find us some rogue jumpers"
The two left quickly after that, arriving inside Alan's grandfathers home in Taiwan where they had set up everything they needed in the basement.
A computer was pressed against the wall, his monitor flashing with a screensaver that stated 'touch and die' as it bounced about in happy sunshine yellow colors.
May skipped over to it quickly and left Alan to the bed and his own thoughts.
The two were quite used to the routine set up for them, hardly ever falling out of it.
"Hey Alan" May spoke up from the computer moments later.
"Mmmm" his muffled voice came back to her, his face buried into a pillow that he grabbed off the tiny bed in the corner.
"I think I want to find that British guy again"
"Are you crazy?" He jerked back up, "What part didn't you understand of 'I'll cut your fucking eyes out'?"
"I think if we explain the situation to him he'll help"
"I think he'll break your arm" Alan scoffed, "Besides we'd do better finding others"
Grumbling under her breath May faced the computer screen as a picture of the British jumper came up, shaggy dark blonde hair that looked browner then anything with clear beautiful blue eyes.
His features were handsome and she couldn't help but wonder which side of his parents he got them from as they appeared rough yet young.
He had a light bit of stubble she noticed on his face, but it suited him and she certainly wouldn't want him to shave it off.
It was like his personality.
She noticed on his neck a scar, something that captivated her a little longer than necessary and caused her brain to think up horrible images of how it had happened.
Glancing up with hazel eyes over to Alan she made a final decision, if he wasn't going to let her find this guy then she was going to do it alone, whether she could handle it or not.
