Jumper: Cent's Story

Cent faces Travis Shaw for the first time. Does Travis know more about her than he lets on? Or is he just trying to use her to get close to John? Also, John makes homemade lasagna for their next date.

Nothing like a little love and evil to add to the mix. Say hello to chapter sixteen.

Chapter Sixteen:

Enemy

Cent:

The world felt like it had stopped. Even the air itself felt dead. Time seemed to stand still.

Cent couldn't believe that she was staring into the eyes of Travis Shaw himself, staring into the eyes of her own enemy. She heard so much about him from John. That he was the one who killed his parents and forced him to go on the run for the rest of his life. She also knew that he was part of Syndicate. One of the people who were sent to capture people like her.

What do I do? Cent asked herself.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" Travis showed a little bit of worry in his eyes.

Good acting, Cent acknowledged to herself. Make sure to study his eyes more.

Pretending to be shy, Cent shook her head and giggled a little bit. She was planning the "flirt girl" with him. She pushed her hair back with her right hand, exposing her neck a little bit.

Cent giggled some more and looked towards the ground.

"Sorry," she said in a awkward way, "I've... never spoken to a real life agent before."

Travis smiled and came closer towards her.

Cent's body began to shake a little as he approached her. Her nerves and mind begged her to jump, but something else told her to wait. Some part of her figured that if he knew she was a Jumper, then he would captured her by now. Thinking that she was still conscious, Travis must not know about her or her family.

Suddenly, Cent's eyes widened. She figured out why was approaching her.

He wants to use me to get to John!

Anger rose inside her. She wanted to yell and threaten Travis. She also wanted to kill him.

Controlling herself, she asked, "So, what can I do for you, Mr. FBI?"

Travis raised an eyebrow, taking the bait of her shy, flirting, girlish personality. He studied her over and smiled to himself.

Yuck! Cent screamed inside her head. This guy is a complete womanizer!

Travis seemed to take control of himself as he took out his notebook and pen. He knew how to play the role of a FBI agent really well. At least she would give him that.

Travis coughed and said, "The FBI is looking for a teenager named John Bale." He reached into his right pocket and pulled out a picture of John, who was perhaps six at the time.

Cent couldn't help but smile a little bit. She loved looking at pictures that have John as a kid. She thought he looked so cute.

Travis went on.

"He's been missing for a couple of years. It was believed that his parents were involved with very powerful figures that the FBI has been investigating. John's parents were killed for unknown reasons and the whole murder has been covered up. We can't find any leads to help with the investigation or with the murder of John's parents. John Bale is the only lead we have."

Cent looked from the picture to his eyes.

"I don't get it," she said. "How does John's parents have to do with anything you guys are doing? And how does John fit into all of this?"

Travis smiled and put the picture back into his pocket.

"John's parents might have been murdered by the people we are investigating and John is the only witness. Over the years, John was been on the run. He has managed to evade us and those who killed his parents. John is the only proof to all of this. He is in distress and scared. The FBI only wants to help him. He can end all of this, if we can convince him to come to trial about what he saw years before."

Cent forced a few fake tears out and said, "But... how can I help you?"

Travis put a hand on Cent's shoulder.

It took all of Cent's will to not react to his touch. She could feel her skin crawl. Her blood boiling hot from the anger. But she somehow managed to control herself.

"I understand that you were at the prom with John last Friday," he said.

Cent's eyes widened even more.

He knows about me and John? her mind went wild. But... how?

Cent played along and nodded.

"Yes," she said. "But it wasn't anything serious. He was just taking me as a friend. I never saw him again after that Friday night. He just left."

Travis hesitated. His jaw tightened. His eyes had changed suddenly. The anger and the evil could be seen so easily. It seemed to spread like a wildfire.

Cent noticed it and she realized that he knew she was lying.

Travis recovered and nodded, pretending to be satisfied with her answer. He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a FBI card. It had a phone number on it. He put it in her hand and backed away.

"Thank you for your time," he said and walked down the stairs. He disappeared around the corner.

Cent felt a huge relief on inside her. It was like a heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders. She wanted Travis as far away from her as he possibly could go.

Thank god that is over, she said to herself. Better meet up with John.

Walking into the alleyway that she always uses, she jumped.

John:

The beeper on the stove went off. It echoed through the hallway as John came running into the kitchen. He turned it off and grabbed a wash-clothe as he opened the oven door with his other hand. He reached in and took out the lasagna that had been sitting in there for almost two hours straight. He sat the lasagna on another wash-clothe for support and went to the shelf.

John's heart raced. He couldn't wait to present this dinner to Cent. He had it all planned out. They were going to have a special date at his place for once. An old fashion dinner.

Within minutes, John had the dining room all set up for him and Cent. He had some wine out, along with two glasses. Two large plates, with some lasagna on each, were set up on two ends of the small squared table. Two candles were lit at the center of the table. It was one perfect dinner.

John went back to his bedroom and changed into a nice pair of clothes. He threw on a short-sleeve button shirt and a pair of trousers. He even put on some cologne.

Then, John heard the most wonderful voice.

"John?" Cent's worried voice traveled across the hallway.

John smiled and called back, "In here. I'll be right out."

Before he could reach the doorway of his bedroom, he ran right into Cent. Literally.

They both collided, but not to hard.

Cent then hugged him hard and buried her face into his chest.

John hugged back and laughed.

"Well, I got to say that I really enjoy this," he kissed the top of her head.

Cent smiled and looked up at him.

John saw something in her eyes and became worried.

"Cent?" he put his hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Cent smiled and chuckled.

"Nothing," she said. "I'm just so happy to see you."

John knew that she wasn't being fully truthful. The second part may have been true, but he knew that something was wrong. She was just not trying to worry him.

John decided to let it go and smiled at her.

"I'm really happy to see you too," he moved forward and pressed his lips against hers.

Cent didn't hesitate to kiss back.

The kiss went from soft to hard in a couple of seconds. John's hands traveled down to Cent's hips. Cent's arms went around John's back, her fingernails digging into his shirt to pull him towards her. Their bodies were pressed against each other, completely filling in the gap between them.

After a few minutes, they pulled back and kept their arms on each other.

"We should get to that delicious lasagna, that is laying on the table in the dining room," Cent playfully smiled.

John raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh, so you can smell, hm."

Cent giggled and moved her nose close to John's neck. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She smiled and opened her eyes again.

"I can smell Axe on your shirt," she teased. "Red?"

John nodded and gave her a quick kiss.

"You really do have super-smell," John pressed his forehead against hers.

Cent laughed and said, "Or, I just see the Axe can from your bathroom."

John chuckled and began pull her towards the dining room.

"Come on, Spider-Woman," he teased. "The food is getting cold."

Cent:

Cent had always known John to be a romantic. But she never thought he was this romantic.

The moment she saw the dining room, she nearly fell to her knees. She loved what John did. The lasagna smelt so good. The candles were perfect. And a little wine to go along with this special moment too.

"Oh, John!" she exclaimed and pressed her right hand against her chest. She could feel her heart beating at a thousand miles an hour. "This is so wonderful."

John came from behind and moved his arms around her stomach. He kissed her neck and said, "You are wonderful."

Cent giggled and turned around to face him.

John kept his arms around her as came face to face with him.

She moved her arms around his neck and kissed him, softly.

"You know," Cent kissed him again, "despite that I'm turning eighteen tomorrow, the drinking age is still twenty-one."

John nodded and said, "True." He gave her a quick kiss. "But then again, there are no grown ups or police around. Besides... we aren't going to get drunk. It will only be a small little bit of red wine."

"Red, hum?" she kissed him on the lips once more. "I love red. It's actually my favorite color."

"I know," he replied. "That is why I got that color of wine. And this... is actually your early birthday gift."

Cent's eyes widened and looked up at him.

"What?" Cent was shocked by what she had just heard.

John smiled and said, "We're having our own birthday party tonight, so that your parents can get all of tomorrow with you."

Cent formed a huge smile and jumped up and down, which was almost impossible with John holding her.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she screamed and kissed him hard. "I love you!"

John laughed and led her to the closest seat.

"I love you too," he pulled the chair out for her.

Cent sat down and allowed John to push her in. She loved how strong he could be, but yet, also so gentle and kind.

Once John sat down in his own seat, Cent spoke.

"Are you for real?" she giggled.

John smiled at her joke and said, "Last time I checked... yeah."

"You are such a gentleman," she allowed a tear to fall from her eye. "You always make me feel so special."

"You are special!" John quickly corrected her. "In my eyes, I see a beautiful, perfect, special woman. The love of my life. I don't know how I survived without you. But I'm glad you are here, with me, right now."

Cent had a lot more tears coming now.

"Spot it!" she giggled and cried at the same time. "You're making me cry tears of joy."

"Can't help it," he leaned forward and spread out his hands towards her. "I'm in love with you. I am in love with you so much that I think my love for cooking has abandoned my hobby for you."

Cent didn't hesitate to reach out and take both of his hands. She tightened her grip on them and didn't dare let go.

"I love you so much," she managed to let out in between her crying. "Funny how we met only two and a half weeks ago and now look at us. Two madly in love teenagers. So classical. Just like a fairytale."

"But this is real," John said. "Our love is real. Nothing can prove us otherwise. Nothing."

With that, they both leaned up in their seats and kissed each other. They somehow managed to not get burned by the candles.

After a three or five minute kiss, they got straight to dinner.

John:

After dinner, John and Cent moved out to the living room and sat on the couch. They brought the bottle of red wine with them and tried to decide what movie they were going to watch.

"How about..." John searched through the movies that were piled up on the couch. "The Notebook?"

Cent smiled and said, "Seen it too many times. I love it, but I'm thinking of something I haven't seen in a long time."

John moved on to the next one.

"Pride and Prejudice?"

"No."

"Terminator 2?"

Cent giggled and said, "Nice try, buddy, but no."

"Titanic?"

Cent's eyes widened and she immediately grabbed the Blu-ray movie from him.

"Yes!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Yes! Yes! Of absolutely, yeeeesssss!"

John laughed and snatched the movie from Cent's hands. He put the disk in and poured himself and Cent a small cup of wine.

"I love breaking the rules," Cent took a small drink.

John smiled and drank his whole.

Cent punched him on the shoulder and said, "You cheater!"

John half-smiled and shrugged.

"Isn't a race!" he teased.

Cent's face tightened as she sat her glass down on the small, glass table.

"That's it!" she teased him right back. "No more kisses for you!"

John raised an eyebrow and said, "You wanna bet?"

"You're a guy!" Cent shot back at him. "You can't live without kissing your girlfriend."

"We'll see," John turned his attention towards the TV as the movie began.

Cent scoffed and moved towards John, pressed her head against his chest. She laid on the couch, snuggling right up against John.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," John whispered back and kissed her on the forehead.

They both remained quiet as they watched the movie, both comfortable right next to each other.

Don't you just love seeing the power of love when evil comes along. It really proves that love always wins. But what does Travis Shaw have in plan for John and Cent? Will they be able to survive his wrath?

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'll post another chapter as soon as I can.

Please review. I love to see how I did in your eyes.