Jumper – The Next Level
Please note that I do not own the rights to any of the characters that is Steven Gould's creations. I do own Regan McGowan and others that I've made up. I will stay true to Steven's genius though and try and combine the movie and books.
This jumps off from the film but I'm using ideas from the books throughout. Let me know what you guys think – honestly!
"GET OUT OF HERE" Griffin leaped to his feet.
Seriously, this chick had been in here too long
Griffin crossed to the door, careful not to touch the shimmering shield, and faced Regan. Regan had resumed her idiotic scrapings in the dirt.
"What do you mean "get out of here"; you said that it was impossible"
"I didn't say that" chirped Regan
"Yes, you did, you said "The only way out is in a body bag" or words to that effect"
"Yeah but I didn't say it was impossible, now eat your lunch and try and get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."
"A long day tomorrow, are you fucking kidding me with this shit" His voice reaching an octane too high.
"Geez mate, only the dogs can understand you"
"ANSWER ME" The rage billowed off the small walls.
"Okay, okay" Regan stands and sits on her slab facing Griffin; she twiddles the rock between her fingers. "I can't go into details, the walls have ears" She points the rock to a small camera at the end of the hallway. It's red blinking light warning them. Griffin dumbfounded falls onto his slab knocking over his water.
"Fuck sake" Griffin grabs his scrubs and starts slopping the mess.
"You're supposed to put those on, not use them to clean your cell"
"Thanks for the advice"
"You should really try to eat something"
Griffin spoons the gruel.
"No thanks, I don't enjoy throwing up"
"Look, guaranteed the first time is god awful but you get used to it"
Griffin picks up the bowl and continues to stir the dreadful mixture.
"What do you know?" grumbles Griffin.
Regan simply smiles.
Plop!
Griffin sifts from his bowl Regan's rock.
"You'll be surprised what I know, now get some sleep."