Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Harper's Island, or anything you might recognise from the show. Neither do I own anything from Harper's Globe, or any other shows, or films, or songs, I may make references to. I do however own Rebecca Jacobs and the idea of Death Jumping and all things related to Death Jumping.

Hi, thanks to DitzyGenius1218, James, Neon Jack, Becca85 and Lilacc for your lovely reviews. To Ditzy if there were Pirates of the Caribbean references then they were there unintentionally. So possibly, it was just you lol. There is only one double jump this chapter, as if I had done both it would have been huge lol. So hope you enjoy this chapter. To James, no more waiting. So enjoy. To Neon Jack, thanks and see what you think of this one. To Becca, first it is wonderful to have a new reviewer. Now to answer your questions...Rebecca actually becomes the person and so she is nowhere to be found consequently when she's jumping. Then she reappears/materializes near to where the person is killed as herself again. When she jumps its like a snake shedding a skin in that she changes back to herself and leaves a body. Hope that helps and yes it is Patrick Lillis's Dad who was best man at Charlie's wedding. I am very happy you are enjoying it. I am also extremely happy, as the original point of this tale was hopefully when the reader re-watched the series, that they felt that's not so and so dying, its the Death Jumper. So I'm happy that you'll never be able to watch it the same again lol. To Lilacc, I was getting worried lol, I can't tell you how happy I was, to see your review lol. Yes, what is Wakefield up to? Just have to wait and see, or maybe Rebecca's just reading too much into what he says lol. As for her and Sully well, we still have someway to go lol. You didn't have to wait long, I hope you enjoy this one too.

So now here's the important thing. I am off to Montana, for a month on the 4th of July and will be back around the 3rd of August. Now I realize this story isn't finished. So here is my offer to all you readers and reviewers. Which ever option gets the most votes will be chosen. Either you can have one more chapter after this before I leave, or you can have two more after this one. Either way the story won't be finished before I go, and you'll have to wait till I return. Now my promise to you all is it will be finished, I find it annoying myself when people don't finish stories, so I am not about to do it myself. So when I come back I will continue on, so whatever you choose it will be finished is what I'm saying.

Now that's said, I am warning there are some words of language I think and scenes of violence. So you're warned! So without further ado, read on and enjoy and don't forget to review...


Chapter twenty-nine-The Fight for Life

A fraction of a second later, I appeared at out of sight at The Cannery. I could see through a window, Nikki wasn't in the same room with the rest. I smiled; I been fast enough and guessed right. I now summoned the Reaper energy again to Multishift. My cells multiplied, my body expanded to bursting point and then imploded. We shook ourselves, and now concentrated. We headed round the back. I sent one me in through the back door, while the other waited just outside the door. I was going to use a trick I'd done before, on another case. It had worked that time, so hopefully it would work now. So unlocking the back door, in I went silently. Nikki had her back to me; getting fresh warm water to bathe Jimmy's wounds. She never even heard me coming. She put down the bowl and then, as I had done with Beth, Katherine and Maggie, I placed one hand over her mouth, the other round her waste and swept her out the door. As I did, the other me touched her on the shoulder as she passed, pick pocketed her phone and entered into the kitchen. Instantly, as soon as the door was closed, the second me transformed. The question was asked, this time however, I answered no to the realignment. The white fire rush half as intense, Nikki's piercings popped into place, my skin vibrated and darkness came. Then I gasped back as Nikki. Grabbing the silver bowl, I headed back into the main room. Placing the bowl on a stool to the right of me, I sat down next to Jimmy.

"Everything alright?" asked Shane.

Realising I must have looked a little shell shocked, I nodded.

"Yeah, just hard to see him in this state," I said.

Shane seemed to take that as a good enough answer. I glanced at Nikki's phone, I had done it all in about five minutes. I knew now, Henry and Danny would be saving Abby from Wakefield. I turned to my right to dip the slightly bloody cloth in the fresh warm water, and then dabbed at Jimmy's wounds. He still looked bad, but his skin had more colour. I swivelled round again to wet the cloth some more, the water turning red from Jimmy's blood, and then continued bathing his wounds.

Meanwhile the other me, who had kidnapped Nikki, had taken her far enough away from The Cannery so I could talk.

"Ok keep calm, would be nice if you would stop fighting me," I said, calmly. "I didn't mean to do it this way, but in my position I had no choice,"

She stopped struggling, obviously recognising my voice.

"I'm going to take my hand away, and I need you not to scream," I said. "The last thing I need, is for the others to see this,"

I took my hand away and let her go. She stumbled from my grip and rounded on me. She made to slap me for what I had done, but I blocked her. She stared at me, I was unsure if she was impressed or worried by the speed of my block. I looked at her, and she backed down.

"You scared the crap out of me!" she snapped, finally. "I thought you were John Wakefield!"

"I think I'm lacking the stubble and the sinister look," I said, seriously.

"It's not funny," she said, though a smile was creeping on to her lips. "That's not all you lack,"

I smiled and we both laughed.

"I'm really sorry, I just had to get you out of there," I said, becoming serious again. "I need you to do something for me Nikki,"

"Now's not the best time Rebecca," she said, biting her lip. "It's not safe to be out here, why don't we go back inside,"

"Can't, trust me, for now we are safe," I said, calmly. "You owe me Nikki,"

"Look Jimmy got hurt, and Abby's in danger, I know I owe you, but…"she replied, unable to finish the sentence as tears started to flow.

"Hey, hey, come on, I know it looks bleak, but it'll all work out," I said, taking hold of her. "If you do this thing, I promise that everyone will be ok,"

"Don't do that, you can't promise a thing like that," she sobbed. "You can't save us, we can't save ourselves,"

"Nikki, what ever happened to the trust we had?" I said, seriously, doing my best to concentrate. "I have never let you down before,"

"I do trust you, look, what is it you want me to do?" she replied, regaining her composure and looking around.

"You take this piece of paper, and go down to the beach down that path," I explained. "There's a hidden boat, you get it out and get it on the water. Then you have to wait, someone will join you,"

"You have a way off the island?" she said, sounding shocked. "Why didn't you say so, let's get the others and go. Um wait, how many can fit in that boat?"

"No, it can only be you and this other person, the rest must wait for their turn," I said, taking her by the shoulders.

"Who's the other person?" she asked.

While one me had been convincing the real Nikki, Nikki me had to do the scenes she was in. Nikki me was currently rinsing out the cloth, in the now bloody water. Jimmy was lying, very unconscious, on the sofa.

"We should get him to the clinic," I said, as I returned to cleaning his wounds, then glanced at Shane. "Find Doc Campbell,"

"No, it's not safe out there," replied Shane, calmly.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.

"Besides, you know, you're doing fine," he added, kindly.

I looked at him properly now, he looked at me.

"Well it's not the burns that I'm worried about, Shane," I said, with a worried look on my face. "He still hasn't woken up,"

I now looked over Jimmy again, and dabbed at his cuts on his arm.

"How the hell did he survive that explosion?" I asked, while moving from his arm to cool his forehead.

"Always was a lucky bastard," said Shane, in an unusual tone.

I heard Chloe approach.

"Why would Wakefield deliver Jimmy?" she questioned.

"We don't know for sure it's Wakefield," said Shane, giving her a look. "Kid might be telling stories again,"

I just listened, concentrating on Jimmy.

"Hey" said Trish, in a defensive tone, I looked up at Trish. "You don't blame a little girl because she was afraid for her Mother's life,"

"Don't get all high and mighty with me," snapped Shane, I turned back to Jimmy, knowing Shane could defend himself. "You're the one who sent Abby out there to God knows what,"

I glanced at Shane, thinking one, I didn't know he cared about Abby that much and two, he had pretty much told her to go too.

"She had good reason to think it was about Abby. We all did," argued Shea, while I found more cuts to clean.

Shane rolled his eyes.

"Madison, nobody blames you for saying it was the Sheriff," she said, comfortingly to her daughter.

Shane seemed to have backed down; he was too tired to argue. I could see it written all over his face. Chloe now moved towards the window.

"Hey, hey, hey. I wouldn't do that if I were you," Shane warned, raising his hand.

I looked up to see who he was talking to.

"Cal and Sully are out there somewhere," She stated, sadly. "One of us has to watch for them,"

The scene had ended, but there would be more to come. Back with Nikki, the other me was considering whether to tell her or not, she would be going with Shane. I knew they hadn't always got on that well. The idea of the two in a small confined space for an hour and a half, did not sit well with me.

"Does it really matter?" I asked, finally.

"Well, yeah, I don't want to get in a boat with someone I don't know," she replied.

"Oh, you know them," I said. "That's not the issue,"

She gave me a look, but knowing she wouldn't get an answer from me, she dropped it.

"So where is this boat taking us?" she now asked, watching me.

"To Seattle, someone will meet the two of you there," I replied, calmly. "You both can't be seen leaving, and you can't contact anyone,"

"I don't like this, I don't like this at all," she said. "I mean abandoning my friends, their fate being in your hands,"

"They'll be fine," I said, desperate for her to go.

"And what if something goes wrong, I'll blame you," she said, looking me in the eye. "Our friendship will be lost forever, and I don't want to hate you,"

"Please for me, for them, do this," I said. "You're my friend, and I don't want you to suffer. So please, just go and get the boat ready,"

"I don't understand, but I owe you more then you know, so ok," she said, she had a guilty look on her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious.

She bit her lip and looked away.

"I kissed Sully," she mumbled. "Properly like, although it was more he kissed me…"

She looked at me.

"I'm sorry," she said, the usual tough Nikki completely gone.

"It's fine, under the circumstances, it could have been worse…." I started.

"No, I would never have gone that far!" she said. "I know how you feel about him,"

"Look its fine, now please be careful. Now go, before it's too late," I said, coming and hugging her.

"Ok, I guess I'll meet whoever down there," she said, hugging back and then before she left, she gave me a strange look.

I watched with relief as she receded into the darkness, and I now moved back to stand by the door. I knew another scene was coming soon, it was after Cal and Sully's scene, and the scene where Henry and Danny, having finally got Charlie's body down, were pushing it in the car. The Nikki me, was sat still tending to Jimmy. All I wanted to do, was get them all out right there and then, but I couldn't. The story had to flow as it was, otherwise I would cause a paradox thing, that would likely blow up in my face. So I sat with Jimmy, I had cleaned his wounds and such, but there wasn't much else I could do. His breathing was deep and slow, meaning he was a long way from waking up. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Madison playing with some beer bottle caps, and I knew the scene had started.

"Madison, is John Wakefield the person who told you people died on this island?" asked Shea, curiously.

"Uh-huh. He was here the first day," she answered, now stacking up the bottle tops. "Helped me pick flowers for my flower girl basket,"

She looked at her mother.

"Remember I told you, Mommy. My new friend," she finished

She looked down at the table, and then looked up again.

"Is Daddy dead?" she asked, innocently.

Shea paused and looked up at Trish, before looking back at her daughter. Trish crouched down.

"Yes," Shea answered, her voice full of emotion.

I now looked up and over at the three Wellingtons, then back at Jimmy. Shane looked at Jimmy too. As I sat there, I knew what I was going to have to do in the next few moments. I found that I now rubbed the cloth in my hands, beneath my two thumbs, as I worried about it.

"Is Abby going to die because of me?" asked Madison, sadness in her voice.

"No honey. Henry and Danny went to get Abby," Shea replied, close to tears and taking her daughter's hand. "They'll be back soon. Right?"

She looked at Trish.

"Yeah," said Trish, sounding unconfident, then turning to Madison, gripping her arm and changing her tone. "Yeah. I'm sure their on their way back right now,"

Chloe who had been watching the scene, now turned back to the window. With the scene ended, I knew it was now or never. I made to get up, picking the bowl up as well. Shane looked up at me.

"Shane," I said, quietly. "I need to have a word with you, in private,"

He gave me a funny look.

"Uh, ok," he said, getting up to follow me.

I headed for the kitchen, being careful not to spill any of the bloody water. I entered the kitchen, and poured the water down the sink. Now sure we couldn't be heard, I turned to Shane.

"So," he said.

I could see how tired he was, even in this light. I went for it.

"Rebecca's here, she's outside," I said, calmly.

His eyes widened with shock.

"What the hell…" he snapped.

"Shhh!" I snapped, back, giving him a look and raising my hand. "The others can't know,"

He gave me a funny look.

"She needs to talk to you, she has some plan or something," I said. "She says it'll save us all, but she needs you to make it work,"

"That girl is mad, it's not safe out there," he whispered, furiously. "One of these days, she's gonna get herself killed!"

"Well, it's better to have options, now go see what she needs you to do," I whispered, back. "But quietly, she doesn't want the others to know,"

He sighed, and went to the back door. With one last glance at Nikki me, he slipped out. The other me grabbed him, and led him away.

"Rebecca," he questioned, but I ignored him.

Once we were far enough away, so as not to be heard, I turned to him. It was going to take all my concentration power to win this battle fast.

"Right, I need you to shut up and listen!" I snapped, seriously. "I don't have anytime for your bullshit, so kindly don't say anything till I've finished!"

He just looked at me.

"Right, I need you to take this piece of paper, which explains everything in detail. Don't read it yet," I started. "You go down to the beach down there, where you'll find a boat and someone waiting for you,"

"Are you serious?" he snapped.

"Shut it!" I snapped, back. "Now, I don't care what you think, but you both get the boat on the water, get in and start it,"

I could see his anger building.

"It'll take you to Seattle where someone will meet you," I continued, ignoring him. "You can't let anyone see you leave, and you can't contact anyone. Now give me your phone, both your knives and go!"

"Do you think I'm bloody stupid!" he snarled. "You seriously think, I'm gonna leave you and Jimmy here to die!"

"What about the others, Shane? Nikki for instance, Abby and the rest," I snapped. "You have to go, its part of the plan,"

"What does this plan entail then, huh?" he spat. "You planning on killing Wakefield?"

"I don't have time for this, Shane," I said, then coming closer, I gave him a pleading look. "Please, for me, don't be the reason I fail…"

He looked at me, the anger in his eyes beginning to dissipate, replaced by something else that I was unsure of.

"I can't see this ending well," he started. "I can't have, your blood on my hands,"

"Then do what I ask, go and I swear to you, on everything our friendship means to me, on my life even, that I will save everyone," I said, looking him in the eye.

"But…what about you?" he asked, something present in his voice and in his eyes.

"I promise, with God as my witness that we will see each other again," I said, our eyes locked.

A slight sad smile crossed his features.

"You don't believe in God," he replied, giving me a look.

I rolled my eyes, he would say that.

"Ok, fine, I swear on my mustang, The Marlin, whatever, we will see each other again!" I said, exasperated. "Please Shane, I mean, you do owe me,"

He looked slightly hurt at that.

"Well, then go, do it, and I won't have to go there," I said.

"Ok, but this plan better work, or I'll have to kick your ass next time I see you," he said, handing me the items I had originally asked for.

I knew it was killing him to do this, but he did it without grumbling. I then grabbed him into a hug, he just lifted me off my feet and hugged back. I was gasping for breath, before he put me down with a grin. Him and his bear hugs, I thought. Then with one last look, he left. I now changed, the same question asked, the same answer given as before; no to the realignment. Then white fire mixed with this intense angry feeling, flowed through my body. My bones extended, my organs shifted and everything vibrated. All went dark, and then with a gasp I was Shane. I now ran back to The Cannery.

Nikki me let Shane me in, and we both headed back into the main bar. Nikki me went to Jimmy first, and put a blanket on him. Then I went and sat down on a stool next to Chloe, while Shane me now sat down in the chair, Nikki me had been sat in, next to Jimmy. Now we waited for the scene to start. Nikki me saw Madison approach the window to look out, and Shea stood next to her. Shane me now rested my elbows on my knees, and clasped my hands round the back of my neck. I rested my head in between my arms, and looked at Jimmy. I could feel the tiredness that Shane must have been feeling, coupled with my own. I shut my eyes and dozed. Unbeknown to either me, Shea then started running her hand down Madison's hair, the scene had truly started. Nikki me and Chloe were sat on stools, lost in our own thoughts. I absentmindedly played with my bracelet, while I stared into space. Jimmy was no nearer to waking, lying still unconscious under the blanket. Shane me still sat with him, almost asleep.

"Shane!" called Trish, as she approached.

I jolted awake and turned to look at her.

"How's he doing?" she asked.

I turned back to Jimmy.

"Well, the bleeding's stopped. Now if he'd just wake up," I explained, to her.

I knew Trish then gave Jimmy a once over, her eyes coming to rest on his sleeping face.

"How long is your generator gonna last?" Chloe asked, Nikki me.

"Probably not long enough," I replied. "The cable from the mainland was cut,"

Shane me, now shutting my eyes, went back to resting my head. This time on my hands, that were now clasped in front of me, my elbows still resting on my knees.

"Cell tower, land lines, everything," Nikki me continued. "Could be a few days,"

"But what about the marina explosion?" Shea asked. "Someone's gotta notice,"

"Marina's in a deep harbour," Shane me answered, with my eyes still shut, then opening them I looked at her. "You can't see it from the mainland,"

"The power and phones here are not the most reliable," Nikki me added. "No one from the mainland's gonna notice if they don't hear from us for a few days,"

"But what about the dead cops?" Chloe asked, desperately, Nikki me turned to her. "When they don't report in, someone will come, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Eventually," Shane me replied, looking over at Chloe, tiredness present in my voice.

"Hey, Chloe, come on," said Trish, coming over.

Chloe stood up, while Nikki me went round to the other side of the bar to get something.

"Trish, why did you have to get married on this stupid island?" Chloe snapped, moving to stand in front of Trish.

"Mommy?" Madison called.

"Just a second," replied Shea, starting to move towards the arguing women.

Both me's knew however what Madison was meaning, but we both had to stay concentrating on the two arguing.

"I know you're scared about Cal, okay?" Trish reasoned. "But we have to stick together,"

"Mommy, he's here," called Madison.

Shea turned to the door of the cannery, Shane me looked up and over at the door, preparing to stand. Wakefield kicked the door open. Shane me stood up, the chair I had been sat on shooting back. Jimmy remained oblivious to the commotion. Wakefield kicked the last of the door out the way, and Trish, putting a protective arm across Chloe, backed up pushing Chloe with her. Wakefield now entered, boarding knife in hand, I knew he had gone off to get it, as we last saw him in the show with Abby's shotgun. Shane me stared at him with a shocked expression, while Nikki me leapt into action; running for the sawn-off shotgun hidden behind the bar. I knew for the viewers, this was all done in slow mo, but it was pretty fast for me. Wakefield saw me go and made for me, while everyone else seemed to be frozen in fear. As I grabbed the gun, I cocked it and swung it to shoot him, but he grabbed the barrel with his left hand. We struggled, and if I had truly wanted to, I probably could have overpowered him, but Nikki couldn't. He pushed the barrel up, and in the struggle it went off with a BOOM! He had a snarl on his face, but he knew I couldn't win and to prove his point, he drove the boarding knife through my gut.

"Unh!" I cried in pain, the fight leaving me.

"No!" I heard Chloe scream.

The shock of half of me in pain, spurred the other half to react.

"Go, go, go. Get out of here," Shane me yelled, rushing forward and grabbing Shea's arm.

She had frozen in fear.

"Come on, come on, come on," I snapped, pulling her and Madison back with me.

Nikki me could feel nothing, but pain and blessed darkness finally took me, as Wakefield started to haul me over the bar. I gasped reappearing outside, and moved to a position where I could see the bathroom window. This half of me would now have to wait for Chloe, Madison, Shea and Trish to escape out of it, so I could follow.

"No!" screamed Chloe, again, as Nikki's body hit the floor after been dragged over the bar.

Wakefield wrenched out the boarding knife, ready to do more damage. Shane me pushed Shea and Madison past me.

"Come here," said Trish, calling to Shea and Madison.

They reached her, as Wakefield started to approach.

"Come here, come here. Shea, go," she said, pushing her sister. "Get in the bathroom,"

Shane me now drew Shane's hunting knife, which was the bigger of the two he had, with my right hand and prepared to face Wakefield. Wakefield, gave me a psychotic grin.

"Chloe, get out of here. Go," snapped Trish, pushing her as she seemed to have frozen to the spot.

"Go, Madison, go" said Shea.

"Go, go, go!" yelled Trish.

Wakefield shoved a table between Shane me and him out of the way, behind me I heard Trish grab the shotgun.

"Go!" I said, turning my head to her slightly and then back to face Wakefield.

He kicked the only thing that remained between us, a chair, out the way and stood facing me. I prepared myself, taking my own stance.

"You don't scare me," I growled, at him quietly.

He gave me a look, and waved the boarding knife slightly. I went for it, taking a swipe to left at him. He dodged; leaning back to avoid my swing. Yet he didn't retaliate, he just went back to watching me, almost studying me. I gave him a look, cocking my head to the right slightly. I then lunged, jabbing at him with the hunting knife, now he made his move lunging at me and thrusting the boarding knife. I dodged backwards; raising my arms and sucking in my gut just avoiding the blade.

In the bathroom, the others were panicking. The sharp hearing of both me's picked up what they were saying.

"It's gonna be ok," said Shea, trying to comfort Madison.

I knew Trish spotted the window then.

"Go," she said, bashing the window open using the butt of the shotgun. "There, move. Go. Come on,"

The other me was watching, as the window opened and Chloe began to climb out.

Back in the bar, Wakefield was giving Shane me an evil look. He lunged, and I almost dodged it fully, but he caught me high up on my left arm. I gasped and gripped the wound with my right hand, groaning in pain. I took a swipe to the left, in an attempt of revenge, but he moved too. This time he caught me with the longer blade, slicing my right side just below my ribcage. I let out a cry of pain, to which he gave me a cruel grin. I was taking deep groaning breaths, the only happy thought present was at least Shane didn't have to suffer this; he and Nikki were safe now. I lunged again, this time bringing the hunting knife round, aiming to stab him in the back, but he grabbed my right arm with his left hand. He then twisted it back and up, and I heard the popping sound as he dislocated my right shoulder. I consequently, then punched him hard in the face with my left fist. That, I have to say, made me feel good. As he righted himself, he looked slightly dazed, but he wasn't. He took cruel revenge though, looking at me he raised the boarding knife. I looked at him, and then down at my right arm. My eyes widened; as I realised from the position he held it, what he was going to do. He brought the boarding knife across the underneath of my elbow, slicing the tendons and rendering my right arm useless. I yelled in pain, and he let go, watching me with a sickening look of pleasure. I was snarling, and I knew the others could hear it. Even the other me could hear it, and it took a lot of concentration for that me not to cry out, due to Shane me's pain. The other me was well hidden though, watching Chloe who was out and helping Madison.

Shane me was grasping my right arm with my left. I took the hunting knife from the useless fingers of my right hand, and held it now in my left. My moves now, became steadily more desperate. I swung my left arm forward, swiping to the right. He dodged easily and smiled. Tiredness and pain, were finally catching up to Shane me. I swiped left, he was ginning, enjoying it, then right again. He just backed up, leading me forward. I swiped left once more and he took his chance, lunging forward and ramming the boarding knife through my chest.

"Do I scare you now?" he whispered, as he pulled me close so only I could hear it.

Blood was dribbling from my mouth, my face was contorting in pain as I moaned. I shut my eyes, as he now ripped the boarding knife out and chucked me aside to the floor. He did it like I was nothing, but Shane at six foot three and weighing about two hundred pounds, wasn't exactly nothing. As I hit the floor though, the shock of it forced my eyes open. I lay there, pain coursing through my body, watching Wakefield. The other me could now see two people out, and my hearing allowed me to here the conversation going on in the bathroom.

"What about you?" asked Shea, they could both hear that the fight between Shane me and Wakefield seemed to have ended.

"Just go," said Trish, I knew she was preparing to shoot him.

"Trish," begged Shea.

"Shea go. Come on, I'm coming. Go," she said, to her sister desperate for her to leave.

Shea taking one last look at her sister, headed for the window.

"Here, take my hand," said Chloe, offering her hand through the window.

Shane me could still taste the blood, it was running from my mouth, pooling beneath my head. Wakefield now cleaned off the boarding knife, between his left thumb and first finger. He set off for the bathroom, where I knew that Trish still was. I heard him scrape the boarding knife down the door, and I knew I had to save Trish. Trish cocked the gun ready for him. Wakefield proceeded to try opening the door. He banged on it twice, and Trish foolishly emptied both barrels into the door. She was out, and gathering my remaining strength, I forced myself to my feet. Stumbling towards the bathroom, I heard Wakefield easily kick open the door. I knew Trish backed up, scared against the wall. He entered and stared at her, she was literally shaking in fear, but I had reached the bathroom.

"Hey," Shane me called, my voice sounding all croaky.

Wakefield turned to find me leant heavily against the wall, hunting knife in my left hand. Blood covered part of the right side of my face. I was weak as it was, but no way was he killing Trish while I still had strength left to fight. Trish took her chance, and escaped out the window. He turned to me again. I was panting, but grinning telling him in that one look I wasn't through with him yet. Plus I had denied him another kill. Even as he came at me, my body was starting to shake from the effort, and I was pretty much dead anyway.

I swung at him now, he dodged it and hit me. I went flying and crashed into some tables. I tried to get up again, I could see Jimmy still lying there. No way would I let him kill my best friend in his sleep, not if I could prevent it. I staggered up, but I couldn't support myself and I fell backwards. He kicked me.

"You don't give up do you?" Wakefield sneered. "Bravery, courage…what a waste, I'm gonna make a point with you,"

"Bastard!" I spat, hoarsely, bloody spittle dripping from my lips.

"You weren't too shabby, but I can't allow them to think they can win," he snarled.

I couldn't retort, my body was starting to shake violently, as it finally gave up. I forced my eyes shut, not wishing to see Wakefield's gloating face anymore. The shaking slowed to violent jerks, and then my last breath rattled from my lips as darkness claimed me.

While this had taken place, the other me had had to follow the others. Trish was hurrying them away.

"Keep, going," Trish encouraged.

"Mom" Madison cried, reaching for her mother's hand.

"What about Shane and Jimmy?" Chloe asked, her voice full of fear.

"Wakefield got them," responded Trish. "Come on I know where we can go,"

I knew they were heading for Charlie's attic, so I just followed. The time when I would take Chloe was not yet, so I just had to wait.

The me who had been Shane, gasped as I came back round. This me, was destined to become Cal. I was outside The Cannery. I could see through the windows, Wakefield dragging Shane's body. He then moved out of sight for a bit. Finally he came back with an oar, but where he had got that from I wasn't sure. He now proceeded to strap Shane's body to the oar. He tied his arms to it, almost like he was crucifying him. It was a repulsive thing to do, but it got across his point. You don't mess with me, it said. It took him about ten minutes to rig Shane up, and then for some reason I could not fathom, he decided to put a song on. He chose one off the juke box list, and left it playing. I felt sick, this man needed to die. He paused on his way out, to stare at Jimmy's sleeping form.

"I hope that boy knows what he's doing," I heard him mutter, to himself.

I hid as he came out, stalking away across the car park. Once I was sure he was gone I first headed in to check on Jimmy. He lay there, safe and unharmed by Wakefield. I had tried to avoid looking at Shane and Nikki, even if it wasn't really them. I kissed Jimmy on the forehead, before heading out in search of Cal. I tried to work out which way they would come, surely back via town to The Cannery. It was faster then going via the Candlewick. Still, that was assuming Sully knew the roads well, and there was too much of a chance he didn't. So I headed up into the woods.

I had been walking for ten minutes in the direction of the church, after all they would have to drive in that direction at some point, when I heard something. I stopped and glanced through the dark trees, there was no one there. I shook my head, I was being silly. Having sharp senses is good, until they start playing tricks on you. The wind whistled through the trees, and I halted again. I swore I could smell the sweet smell of fresh blood on the wind, mixed with sweat and dirt. Something felt off, I listened trying to pick up anything. The trees creaked, and somewhere a bird took flight into the dark. I shook myself, shivering and wishing I had stayed to watch over Jimmy longer. I continued, for about five minutes more, when a flash caught my eye. Turning to my left, I froze. There standing about 7 and a bit metres from me, was someone I knew very well. Even in the dark, I could see his eerie terrifying grin. He cocked his head in a way that suggested, he was working out who I was. I watched, weighing up all my options. He had to have come across me at random, because I had no warning. This wasn't planned and if he did want to kill me, I wouldn't go down easy. Plus I was a Death Jumper, I bet he'd never fought one of those before.

"Don't I know you?" he asked, coldly.

I didn't reply.

"I think I do, ten years later, you don't look much different," he said. "You must have known I survived, so why keep it from the rest?"

I stared, watching him, I was prepared to fight. The thing that worried me now, was the fact he had to get to the church to ring the bell, I might hold him up.

"Yet, maybe you didn't hang around," he said, speaking to himself more then to me. "But this time, you're not getting away, there's no one to save you now,"

I ran, he moved, and I skidded to a halt, as he had got in front of me. Now he came at me, I sidestepped left, he swung the boarding knife and I dodged; leaning my torso backwards then ducking right. He swung round, and gave me a look of fury. Then he attacked, I dodged his onslaught of blows, ducking, diving and swirling out his way. I then ran, but he charged, a tree was in front and I had no choice. I launched up it, using it to back flip over him. I landed on my feet, barely out of breath. He paused, turning.

"Interesting, very interesting," he said, smiling. "You've had training I see,"

I watched him, waiting for his next move.

"So if I step here and do this," he started, moving and then ducking and bringing the blade round.

I countered, jumping the low attack, rolling and spinning back onto my feet. He attacked again, using a series of moves. They weren't co-ordinated and unlike Shane, I could easily dodge them, but it was harder because I was multitasking. He now came in close, his attack missed and allowed me to punch him hard. He went flying and hit a tree, but he was back on his feet fast. He charged, and I launched myself out his way again. I was sick of defence, and changed tactics. I swung round and dropped my head. He turned, as I full on collided with him. We both were rolling together, struggling and trying to get the upper hand. We separated, and he now launched himself on me. I got my legs under him however and kicked, slamming him backwards. He unfortunately landed near the boarding knife, that he had dropped when I had tackled him.

We circled each other, I dodged the first strike and kicked his legs out from under him. Yet he rolled and jabbed at me. I tried to move, but the boarding knife caught me on the outside of my right leg. I snarled, and he got to his feet and smiled. The wound wasn't deep, it would be annoying though. I knew I had to escape, and there was only one way I could think of. A tactic my Dad had always suggested, if you get accosted by a man. I moved, ducking the boarding knife and kicking him hard where it hurts. He snarled, falling to the floor in pain. He now gave me a look, as I stood there in the dark.

Then I was gone. Off like a shot running for town, my hearing picked up his failing effort to give chase. I ran blindly, until I hit the outskirts of town. I moved quickly, looking for somewhere I could check my wound safely. I was limping as I walked. Plus I was panicking about finding Cal too, I couldn't fail now. I stopped, when I discovered I was near Brent's. I took a breather, and was considering using Brent's back garden, when something attracted my attention. It was lying on the ground, a few meters away. I slowly approached it and seeing what it, was stared in horror. It was a body. Two brief memories came into my mind. One, was of me as Brent on the floor and someone calling Brent's name, and then a scream. The other memory, was of a Harper's Globe episode where Robin tripped over a random dead woman. Well here she was, right here…and I hadn't jumped her…

How could I have, I didn't even recognise her. I had been Brent when she'd died. I hadn't even included her as part of the case. The poor woman was dead, all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I could feel the tears welling, and although I didn't know her, that wasn't the point. She had properly lost her life, and it wasn't because I couldn't save her, it was because I hadn't saved her. That was the moment I decided that, the thing I had been considering doing, I was now going to do. It wasn't necessary, I didn't have to do it, it was after all when all the death jumps had been done. Yet I decided to do it, partly due to my failure to this woman and also, because I didn't wish Abby to suffer.

So it was decided, and I would not back out of it. I would take Abby's place, I would kill Henry Dunn!


So how was that? Did we see that end bit coming? Did you enjoy it, was it scary? Exciting? Exhilarating? Well you can always tell me what you thought about it by reviewing. Plus you can tell me which you would like me to do before Montana. As I said before, my promise to you here in writing is that when I come back I will finish this story. It's too fun not too!