"Do you notice anything weird about Jon?" There was something off about him, but I was having a hard time putting my finger on it; I was hoping Ben might have a clue what was different about him.

"He hardly ever talks and has seems to have more room in his pockets than I have in my house, but other than that, nothing. Why, did you notice something?" Typical Ben, he would miss something like this. Even if I couldn't tell what it was, I could still tell he was different. Both Jon and Fritz had something about them that didn't match the confines of what should be considered normal, but it was way more obvious with Jon.

"I know you don't believe in this stuff, but it almost feels as if Jon's energy is flickering. It's almost like a strobe light that's blinking at an impossibly fast rate." When I closed my eyes, I could very nearly see it happening, him blinking in and out of existence.

"I think your witchcraft is making you see things." He never did drop the whole "witchcraft" thing, no matter how many times I told him to.

The one thing he never has believed me on is the energy I can sometimes see pulsing around people. It's always the special ones too. Danny's energy changed with his form; as human, his aura seemed to have a blue quality, and as a ghost it was more of a green. I'm not saying it was actually blue or green, but it just felt like it was. Like if you had to assign a color to a tone of voice. You might say anger was red, while happiness was yellow. Fritz was usually surrounded by pure white until he started fighting, then it turned to black.

Jon was throwing me for a loop though. Most of the time, his aura was a bright red, but if I looked closely for long enough, occasionally I'd see it turn pink for the smallest fraction of a second before the red returned. When I first sensed it, I thought my mind was just playing tricks on me. Then, it happened again and again and I'd see it flickering more and more often. It took me about an hour of watching him to realize the flashes of pink I kept seeing were really happening faster than my mind could catch. It was amazing I'd caught onto it at all. That only begged the question of why it was flashing like that.

When the energy around Danny or Fritz changes, it mimics a change in their state of body or mind whether it be because they are changing forms or because they are getting ready to fight. So what was Jon changing? There was nothing I could see physically and his demeanor never changed, but something had to be shifting, there's just no other reason for his energy to be changing like that.

It puzzled me to no end until I heard the "remember what reality we're in" comment. Then it just puzzled me more. There was something so blindingly obvious I had to be missing, I just couldn't figure out what the hell it was until we got back on our own floor and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"He's a Jumper." I'd heard stories about them, but I never thought there was any reality behind them.

"What was that?" I'd nearly forgotten Ben was with me and he managed to startle me as I was shaken out of my thoughts.

"Jon, he's a Jumper." He gave me a look that could only mean "are you out of your mind?"

"Asa, we both know those are just stories."

"Do you trust me?" I really did hate having to resort to that argument, but there was no other way I was going to be able to win him over.

"You know I do."

"Then trust me on this. Those stories about the Jumpers are real. I didn't realize it until now, but that's why his energy keeps flickering. He isn't rooted to this reality; he keeps jumping from one world to another." Ben only nodded then disappeared into his own train of thought. It was probably a good thing too because I couldn't help but wonder how the hell Jon got the power and curse of jumping between the worlds. How he could keep himself sane while living hundreds of lives simultaneously was beyond me; the pure mental capacity needed to accomplish that was nothing short of unbelievable.


All tributes were granted the day off from anything relating to the Games the day before the annual parade, and, just like normal, my not-so-small group was meeting in the District 12 penthouse. Our training was going normally until I accidentally overshadowed Jon.

Fritz had thrown a punch and I turned intangible just a hair too late to keep it from making contact. The result? My now nearly weightless body flew from the momentum and landed in Jon's body. The odd thing was, I wasn't in control like I should have been and in the few seconds I was trapped within him, saw several images that had nothing to do with what was going on in the penthouse of District 12.

I was suddenly pushed out only seconds after landing in him. He gave me a death glare that made even San cringe just a bit before speaking. "Don't ever do that again. You're damn lucky I managed to push you back into your own world."

"What the hell was that?" If Jon had any explaining to do before, he sure had one whole hell of a lot of it to do now.

He sighed, apparently deciding it just wasn't worth it to try lying his ass off about this. "What you just saw were glimpses of other realities. I don't know how many your mind managed to process, but you saw over a hundred over the course of a little less than a second." Over a hundred? I only remembered actually catching sight of five or so. I must have been moving so fast that by the time my mind fully painted a picture of what my eyes were seeing, I'd already missed the view of several other realities.

"Are you going to tell them everything?" Fritz had appeared beside Jon.

"Might as well. Honestly, if the other realities are anything to go by, Asa already has it figured out anyway. There's not much point in keeping it a secret." I glanced over at the girl in question long enough to see a satisfied smirk cross her face before smacking Ben upside the head and muttering "I told you so." Jon turned to her. "By the way, have you figured out you can use the energy around yourself to detect incoming attacks? I can guarantee you'll last longer in our practice fights."

"Weren't you in the middle of explaining something?" I was intrigued by his comment towards Asa, but what ever the hell he was referring to with her could be addressed later, after he told me why the hell I'd seen a hundred other realities when I unintentionally overshadowed him.

"There's a hundred different names for me, but in this world I'm usually referred to as a Jumper. I jump between different worlds and realities, living an impossible number of lives simultaneously. I have almost no control over it; this is the only reality I can keep myself in and even that is only for two or three full seconds at a time." I finally noticed how slowly he spoke, as if he had to think through each individual sound as he said it. He probably really did have to think it through, it had to be damn near impossible to carry on a coherent conversation when you're never in the same world long enough to get a full word out before jumping to another version of reality.

"How can you even keep up a conversation much less try to live a hundred different lives?"

He gave a half hearted laugh in response to my question. "I've been jumping since I was two, my mind has learned to sort through the information thrown at it. I'm sure that if you overshadowed me for long enough, you'd learn to sort through the images as well out of necessity. As far as keeping up with conversations, it took me about five years to get the hang of that and even now I can't keep up more than two or three at a time."

Fish cut in. "So basically, if he gets distracted and says his mind was in another world, he probably means that to be literal." Leave it to Fish to take something this complicated and shove it into one smart remark.

"Yeah, pretty much." Fritz smirked as he responded to Fish's remark.

"You've gone through this before, haven't you?" Simon spoke up for the first time with his observation.

"This would be about the tenth time I've made this speech to this particular group of people. And before you ask Ben, no, I do not see the future. There are other realities that are farther along in their time stream than this one, and while something will break this world off from those at some point or another, up until at least this point the time has passed in exactly the same manner." My head was starting to hurt just hearing about this, I'd be insane if I actually had to live through it.

"You know how this is going to end then if you've seen other worlds go through the same time stream." Simon was right, if Jon has lived through other versions of the same time stream, then he must know how this all ends.

"I only know so much. People behave in similar manners between various versions of themselves, but each time I've seen this set of events move along, there have been different people running the show behind the stage. Honestly, I have no clue what will happen after the Games. This is the first time I've seen more than one halfa in existence on our side." Our side? There was no way in hell Vlad was on the same side as me. Even when he was forced to play on the same team, he still made my life hell.

"I don't know what he's told you, but Vlad Masters is not on your side. I don't even have to know what side we're supposedly on to tell you that."

Jon and Fritz both just chuckled at Sam's remark before the former responded. "Vald Masters isn't the only other halfa in existence. You seem to forget about Dani every time."

My next question was met with several "are you kidding me?" stares before it got an answer. "What side are we supposedly on anyway?"

"He really is clueless, isn't he?" Fritz remarked.

"Even after sixteen years of life and two years of ghost hunting, a box of rocks would still have more of a clue than him." Sam was smirking at me as she said that.

"We're talking about the Resistance in District 13, dumbass." Fish smacked me upside the head as if to empathize her point as she spoke.


Before I say anything else, I'm going to sort this line out because even I got a little confused writing it. It took me a few minutes to realize my mind was processing it backwards...

Most of the time, his aura was a bright red, but if I looked closely for long enough, occasionally I'd see it turn pink for the smallest fraction of a second before the red returned.

Jon's aura is red while he's in other worlds and only turns pink when he's actually within the same version of reality as my characters. Because he spends more time out of thier reality than actually in it, his aura would appear to be red the majority of the time.

Wow...I'm really screwing with the universes of both DP and The Hunger Games... I know some of this might get confusing, so please don't hesitate to ask questions if I manage to lose you on anything. :)

Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! :D


Invisible One