*Author's Note* I DO NOT own anything! Jumper (c) 20th Century Fox! I DO own Leah & Danny (Jennings) and Tyson (Johnson), so- Leah & Danny (Jennings) and Tyson (Johnson) (c) to Penmaster51, aka ME!
They seem to jump when they arrived but we both saw through the disguise. They forced themselves through the hole, whatever you wanted to call it. They could never get use to the feeling, leaping and arriving half way across the world. I saw Griffin was gone and back with a bat, his eyes full of pure hatred.
The Paladins walked towards, taking their own weapons out. I suppressed a shiver when I thought of those sticks touching me again. I wouldn't handle it as well as I did last time, a second time. Not that I even handled it well earlier. I glanced at Griffin who almost was smiling. I guessed he hasn't seen any action in a long time. That's when I-
"Get out of the way!" Griffin jumped us out of the way of their tazzer sticks, as Danny called them. He shot me a glance and leaped into the battle, jumping down the column. I peered over, only to see him whip a Paladin's body against another column. I heard the sickening crack of his spine and I gagged. The Paladin's head rolled to the side, blood dripping down from his mouth. I jumped to stand just a back ways. Then I saw another Paladin, one that we hadn't noticed before, sneaking up on Griffin. Before my voice could call out to him, I jumped to the Paladin and tackled him down.
I scrambled up, gasping mentally at myself. I had just attacked a Paladin; me who was only confident in her words than her actions, a coward in some ways and a cocky, arrogant girl in others!
The Paladin lunged at me with his tazzer stick; I jumped away for a second and then jumped behind him. I punched him weakly, unsure what to do. He swore but smiled when he realized how unconfident I was as he stood up. He shot his stick at me and I jumped away, trying my best to immediate Griffin with his zigzag pattern jumping towards the Paladin. Just like me, he froze in the spot, trying to figure where I was going to land. Just before he could he react, I shoved my body against his forcibly. I ended up smashing him against a column since I jumped us in front of one. I tried to knee him in the gut only to get punched in the face. In the same exact area where Griffin punched me- it was still sore even if it had all but disappeared.
He started to get the upper hand until he saw he didn't have his tazzer stick with him. He glared at me when Griffin appeared and bashed his head with his bat. The bat finally couldn't take it anymore and splintered in Griffin's face. He jumped next to me; he panted and was red in the face. Not a single sliver was on his face.
He jerked his head towards me and said, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He wiped his nose across his sleeve, leaving small traces of blood. He saw my hand and asked what happened. "I cut it," I asked curtly, nod in the mood to explain what happened after Tyson's…Tyson's death. He shook his head.
"Nothing but a batch of newbies," he muttered. I walked over to where the hole was; it was gone. But things that had surrounded it looked like a tornado had ripping through it. I noticed the body of the dead Paladin, the one killed by Griffin. He lay where Griffin left him, slumped on the ground and the other was on top of a column. Dead or not dead, I couldn't tell and actually didn't want to find out. My Paladin was knocked out against another column.
"Griffin-" I turned around and I saw he was gone. Just leave, huh? I huffed and felt my jaw; it was red and swollen but nothing broken… just sore. I decided to find a place to sleep. Very far away from Italy.
The lights whirled around him, blurring everyone dancing and jumping down in the colored lights of the dance club. Or was it just all the alcohol? He snickered at the idea of being drunk; since he with the bad guys, he had allowed to do everything he wanted and when he wanted. The music's beat pumped in his chest because it was so loud. And tonight, he wanted to party.
A gorgeous woman walked by, glancing at him as he sat on the stool. He smiled at her, the dangerous bad boy smile he had mastered instinctively. She strode over, hips swaying as she walked. He looked the way she looked: sassy and sexy.
"I haven't seen you around before."
He smiled again as he stood up and said, "I'm new." She smiled slyly and weaving between the groups of people. Men stared at him as he walked by. He was dancing with the hottest chick there. She had led him to a group of her friends all up front as she started dancing. He liked that way her body moved towards him, aggressive and seductively. As the music blared, they talked.
"Where you from?"
"Out of town."
"Hmmm… not talkative, huh?"
He whispered down her neck, feeling her shiver, "Nah. I prefer actions than words." She smiled slyly again.
"What's your name?" He asked her as the music turned up louder. His mind started to go fuzzy and his words were slurring together.
"Megan," she answered, "what's yours?"
Her body was pretty much wrapped around his as they moved together to the music, young couples watching and staring. He breathed down her shoulder, like a hunter moving onto his prey. He liked her; no, he wanted her! He could feel his body itching to jump somewhere quiet, somewhere private. But he merely answered her:
"Danny."
