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!
Griffin's mind raced. He could honestly say, he had never met a jumper like Regan before. She moved a rock. She moved the fucking rock. Like ... like it was nothing. Even with these fucking restraints. If it could move Griffin could jump it, but only if held onto it. Regan could jump things without jumping with it. Round and round his head twisted. Griffin sat up. He couldn't sleep anyways.
"Regan" whispered Griffin.
There was no answer only soft breathing. She must be asleep thought Griffin.
"The name's Griffin, by the way, I'm sorry for being a jerk. I'm not good playing with others" Griffin laughs, slightly at himself, only opening up whilst a girl sleeps.
"I know" Regan's voice shocked Griffin back.
"Fuck sake, I thought you were asleep" Griffin retorts slightly angered and embarrassed.
"I was until you started babbling like we were on fucking Oprah; I had to make you stop before you confessed all. There's only so much a girl can take" Regan sits and through the slight darkness her lips slipped into a smile.
"How?" queried Griffin
"Huh?" Regan scrubbed her eyes.
"How did you know my name?"
Yawning, Regan stretched the kinks from her shoulders. Regan roust her hair and faced Griffin.
"You're pretty infamous on both sides of the fence"
"Really?"
"Yeah, Mexico, London and not to mention Prague. The Rogue Jumper that fits back. My 'rents were impressed."
"Rents?"
"My parents, I'm from a family of jumpers. Me, my brother Scott and my 'rents. We would jump all over as a family." Happiness seeped into her voice.
"Sounds nice" Griffin reflected on his parents who had been killed when he was just a kid.
"It was, until they died" Deep pain now etched on her face.
"What happened?" As soon as Griffin asked he regretted it but the words leaped from his mouth before he had a chance to stop them.
"I trusted the wrong guy" Regan paused and looked at her feet.
"Know how that feels" Griffin quipped. Regan continued to stare at her mud-caked toes. Fuck sake, should've kept my stupid mouth shut Thought Griffin.
"God, now who thinks she's on Oprah" jokes Regan deflecting her pain. "Let's play a game"
Regan scooted across her slab bed until her legs dangled off its cold edge.
"I'm going to ask you 5 questions and you have to answer truthfully."
Griffin shook his head in disbelief. He had never met a chick like Regan.
XOXOXOXOXO
Griffin and Regan talked for what seemed like hours. They discussed their favourite TV shows. They chatted about famous movie lines. They debated about Green-day and Blink 182.
"You are so wrong, Enema of the State would kick Warning's ass" Laughed Regan
"Now I know you're delusional" retorted Griffin "And what 'bout Dookie, one of the best albums ever made."
"I'll take your Dookie and raise you Take off your Pants and Jacket" quipped Regan
"Fine then I'm throwing in ..." Griffin trailed off as the door at the end of the corridor swung open and four paladins strolled down to their cells. They split off. Two faced Regan and two faced Griffin.
The electronic voice boomed over the cells
"The doors have been deactivated. The guards will enter and unlock your chains. Your wrist unit is still activated and is set to full stun. Any attempt to escape or harm will result in your death"
The four guards enter the cells. One stands and holds a taser, the other bends over the chains. Using a special key, the guard unlocks the chains. Griffin eyes flare with attack. The guard with the taser simply shakes his head and waves the finger. Griffin forces his nails into his skins in an attempt not to attack the guard at his feet. Griffin glances at Regan who is bent in discussion with the guards. She nods in agreement with them and walks out of her cell.
"You may exit the cell. You will stand in the middle of the guards. You will walk to the end of the corridor. We repeat any attempt to escape or harm will result in your death."
Griffin is roughly shoved by the guards out of his cell and he stands directly behind Regan. Regan turns and gives him a weak smile.
As they approach the door, the camera follows them tightly.
XOXOXOXO
In the paladin control room, a man with short brown hair watches Griffin and Regan. He pushes a small white button that unlocks the door. The man leans over a mike.
"Have fun"
He watches his screen as Griffin gives him a one finger salute as does Regan.
A woman stands behind them. Her flame red hair pulled tight in a ponytail.
"I still think X is wrong putting them together" sneers the red head.
"X is never wrong" The man continues to monitor Regan and Griffin as they walk slowly through lone pale corridors.
"He could be in this instance. She was talking about escape again. This time with the boy."
"Regan always talks about escape, has done since she got here. When she stops, that's when you panic"
Both the man and woman spin in shock at the interrupted voice. In the doorway stands a middle-aged man. His salt and pepper hair is cropped short and an air of importance surrounds him.
"Mr X, how long have you been there?" squeaks the man.
"Long enough Evans." X's voice clipped with superiority.
"Mr X, I hope you didn't think I spoke out of turn just now" the woman asks meekly.
"Of course not, my child. Please just remember, there are certain decisions you are not meant to understand. Understood Polanski?"
"Yes Sir, Mr X Sir"
"Sir, May I ask why you have chosen to watch from here rather than the dome?" Evan asks cautiously.
"You may"
Evans and Polanski stand for a few moments waiting for his answer. Mr X smirks.
"I prefer to watch the festivities from here. Moreover Roland has it covered" He says with a flick of his wrist.
"ROLAND!" Polanski heads snaps to Mr X in shock "But I thought he hated the whole concept of the dome."
"He still does, my child. However when he heard of a certain Mr O'Connor was due to have his first visit, he couldn't wait to get front row seats. Apparently, they have history" Breezes Mr X.
"They're about to enter" informs Evans.