Jumper: Cent's Story
Okay, who loved that "love scene" from chapter twenty?
I really love this story. I think it is one of greatest love stories I have ever created. Thank you to all (including Marie King, my favorite reviewer) for reading and reviewing this story. This story has been a huge blast.
Just a few reminders:
Firstly, I do not own anything in this story (besides John Bale, Travis Shaw, and the evil organization known as Syndicate), it all belongs to Steven Gould.
And secondly, this story does not follow the events of "Impulse" at all. This is more of my version on how I would have written the third novel. This is more of a sequel from "Reflex" and ignores everything that has happened in "Impulse". I apologize to those who have been confused with everything that has been happening with the story so far. :)
Also, I know that I said that the story would be put into Cent's point of view, but I thought it would be great to get a little point of view from John and the main villain, Travis Shaw. I wanted you guys to be able to see what has been going on. So that you got a good idea on what is happening. I hope you guys like the switching between characters. Just for the record, Cent is still the main protagonist of this story.
Alright, we finally arrived at chapter twenty-one. Here is the small summary.
Travis Shaw starts to become more vengeful and out of control than ever before. John and Cent wake up the following morning, happy about their relationship growing more stronger. But... there is still a dark road ahead of them.
Please read and enjoy this next installment. :)
Chapter Twenty-One:
The Next Level - Part Three
Shaw:
Travis Shaw awoke on his comfortable bed, blankets completely covering his naked body beneath it. Looking over to his side, he saw the pretty blonde girl from last night, sleeping just a couple of inches from him.
He had forgotten her name, but he quickly remembered last night like the back of his head. He met her in the small bar of the Four Seasons. It was too easy for him to reel her into his charms and fake gentleman style. Although he was in the mood of a greater challenge, he was also just in the mood of getting laid and having a great time. So, he convinced her to come up to his room and things went wild from there.
Many fantasies ran through his mind as he thought about her.
Travis felt the urge to kill the girl now. He wanted to and he was in the mood to get some blood on his hands for once. He saw himself slicing her nice, soft throat with his knife, watching her bleed out till death. Or maybe blowing her brains out with his handgun, equipped with a silencer, of course.
But he knew that her death would only bring suspicion down on him, and not just the police. But Syndicate as well. Travis knew that the organization didn't allow its agents to kill civilians who didn't have any relations to Jumpers or to other supernatural humans. His actions to take this pretty little thing's life would be unnecessary.
Just play along, Travis commanded himself. Maybe you can get lucky with her a second time.
The very thought of getting it on with this girl again made him more happy and even put a smile on his face too.
The girl awoke and smiled at him.
"Morning," she stretched herself out and yawned.
Travis couldn't help but look at her. He was having the hot's for this girl now.
Playing his gentleman attitude, he came closer and asked, "How was that for a one night stand?"
The girl laughed and said, "Not bad. In fact, last night was like heaven for me. I really enjoyed you."
I bet you did, Travis joked to himself.
"I apologize if I was did anything wrong last night," he spoke in an adorable and cute voice.
The girl laughed and said, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. You did everything right. Hey, you want to take a shower with me? I have to leave by noon. I was just passing through for Sand Diego. I was just thinking of one more moment of fun time with you."
Travis smiled his cute smile on the outside and then his evil smile on the inside.
They just can't get enough, can they? he thought.
Without speaking, Travis got up and picked the blonde girl up, whatever her name was, and carried her into the bathroom, where the shower was waiting for them.
After his second time with the blonde girl, which he figured out her name, Monica, Travis waited till she had left and got dressed. Afterwards, he made way out of the hotel to his black Mercedes. He got in and started up the engine.
Loud rock & roll music started playing.
But, before he could drive away, his cell phone started ringing.
He put the car back into park and answered.
"Travis Shaw," he spoke in a professional matter.
A disguised, high pitch voice said, "Meet me at the Country Bar Club. I need to speak with you."
The mysterious voice hang up on him.
Travis smiled as he put the car into drive and drove into the city.
It took him thirty minutes to reach the Country Bar Club, all thanks to the traffic that was happening.
Getting out of his car and locking it, he walked right into the bar and searched around for his mysterious contact.
The organization had secret meetings in all major cities around the United States and the world. The meetings were handled in public places. Anything like a hotel, bar, club, or even inside a cab, they would meet there and discuss business.
The origins of the organization go back to the time of the Cod War. A group of spies had discovered the existence of Jumpers and feared that they would be used by the Soviets to enter the U.S. government without being noticed. So, the organization of Syndicate was created and people were recruited to hunt down and capture all Jumpers. It's unknown what happens to these Jumpers once they are captured.
Travis looked around and finally saw a man-in-black, sitting at a booth at the far end corner of the bar.
Sighing, he walked forward and sat down on the opposite side of the man, who was reading the morning newspaper.
"Is there a problem?" Travis quickly got to the point.
The man lowered the newspaper and looked right at him.
"That depends on how you define problem," he said in an angry voice. "My superiors are not so happy by the events of New York a few weeks ago. Not at all in deed."
Travis remained firm, but his mind was going wild. He couldn't believe that they had just found out about New York.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Travis said back to him.
The man raised his eyebrows and said, "I know everything, Travis. I know about John Bale. I know about your obsession with him. Hell, I even know about his parents, who you tragically murdered. Even we aren't that dangerous."
Travis smiled and asked, "And I'm guessing that your superiors are going to do something about it, then?"
The man nodded and said, "When I tell then what I have found out, they will discuss what to do with you. You have become a liability to this organization and you must be dealt with. I pray they let you go. But... we both know that they have ways of... disposing loose ends."
Travis smiled. Not at the man's end sentence, but at what he said at first. He now knew that his contact hasn't told his superiors anything yet.
"You're right," Travis leaned forward and spread out his arms. "They do have ways of disposing people. But... so do I."
Before the man could see it coming, a small knife appeared from Travis's sleeve and into his hand. He drove the drive forward and into the man's chest. He then covered the man's mouth with his other hand and made sure that he couldn't get any word or noise out.
The man struggled and then fell silent.
Travis smiled as he pulled the knife out, letting it slide into his sleeve again.
"Sorry," Travis joked. "But, like you said, loose ends must be dealt with. Now, I must deal with one last loose end." He got up from the booth and walked towards the exit.
Travis didn't need to worry about the discovery of the body. The booth was hard to see and no one could never notice it. By the time someone finds the dead man, it would hours later. No one had seen what he looked like, he made sure of that. In fact, the cameras didn't even get a good glimpse of him either. So, no one will be able to tie this murder back to him. Not even Syndicate.
Getting back into his Mercedes, Travis started up the engine and drove away.
"I'm coming for you, John Bale!" he whispered to himself.
Cent:
The sun rose over the beautiful ocean of the Caribbean. It shined through the window and onto the messed up bed.
Cent awoke to feel the warmth of the sun on her bare back. Her lower half was covered up by blankets, but she could still feel the sun's rays. She groaned in pleasure and smiled.
Opening her eyes, she saw the most beautiful boy she ever laid eyes on. He was just only a few inches away from her.
John Bale.
John laid on his stomach as well, he was smiling as he slept.
Cent came to realize that both of their hands were intertwined. Fingers crossing each other. The warmth of the other passing on to the next. She didn't dare let go of his hand.
Smiling, she silently and gently moved towards him, allowing her body to come into contact with his. She shivered as she felt his warmth and gently stroked his cheek, feeling his nice, soft skin.
John slowly opened his eyes and saw her. He smiled and moved his free hand up to her face, completely cupping one side.
"Morning," he said.
His words made Cent shiver, making her want more his warmth for comfort.
"Morning," she managed to say back.
They both moved their arms around each other, pulling their bodies against one another as they stayed in their powerful embrace. Warmth was being transferred like crazy.
Cent felt his stomach feeling up with butterflies and her mind spinning like crazy.
Last night came back to her as she thought about it.
She remembered John's body against hers. She remembered feeling herself melt into a liquid as they did it. Her arms had been pulling John against her, making a few ribs crack, just a little bit. She also remembered begging John to not stop and to make the night count.
It was all like a dream, but yet, it also felt so real too.
After a few minutes of pure silence, Cent said, "I love you."
John smiled again and said, "I love you too." He paused and asked, "So, what do you want to do today?"
Cent buried her face into his bare chest and kissed the places she could reach.
"I just want to stay in bed with you," she said in a soft voice. "Can we do that?"
John nodded and kissed the top of her head.
"Your wish is my command," he said.
They stayed in bed for almost hour. Sleeping in each other's arms, body against body. Just into each other's embrace.
After a while longer, John wriggled out of Cent's arms and got up. He put on his boxers and sat down at the edge of the bed, stroking Cent's back.
Cent groaned in pleasure at it and asked, "What are you doing? I want my bed buddy back!"
John laughed and said, "First, I'm going to get dressed and then, I'm going to make you a special breakfast."
Cent smiled and said, "You're such an amazing boyfriend. I love you so much."
"And I love you so much too!" he said back as he disappeared from the doorway.
Cent smiled and allowed herself to fall back to sleep.
Just as she was about to dream, Cent came to a realization.
She was happy. Happy that she had spent the most precious night of her life with John and giving in to him. There was no regret. No shame in what she and John shared with each other. They were in love and there was no mistake in that or in what they had just done.
They did it right.
With that last thought, Cent fell right to sleep and into the peaceful dream of last night.
John:
John dressed himself into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt in the other bedroom. Then he made way to the kitchen and got right to work on the breakfast for Cent.
Funny thing was, he remembered how she liked her breakfast. She loved blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and even some orange juice too. Cent told him back when they are out swimming yesterday.
As John got out the materials for cooking, he started to remember every moment of yesterday. It all started to come back to him.
He remembered the precious moments he spent with Cent and the amazing night that they had shared together. Some part of him kept worrying through the night if he had made the wrong choice by giving in to her. He hoped that his worrying was wrong, he was really hoping that she was ready. But then, it was the moment when he woke up and looked into her eyes that he saw the real truth. He saw happiness and love inside of her eyes. He saw that she was happy with her decision to give in to him. That she was indeed ready for last night and that she was no regretting a single moment of it.
John's heart jumped as he came to the realization. He was happy that he did something right for once in his life. He was happy to finally be with someone he loves and actually be able to relax.
Cent had changed his life. He was always the guy who was looking over his shoulder and being paranoid about everything.
Until the day he saw Cent for the very first time in his life, John had no idea that love was coming for him. He saw her before she saw him in the cafeteria that one day. At first, he thought he was just having a simple crush and that she wouldn't be interested in him at all. But then she looked at him and kept her gaze on everything about him. He remembered smiling when she turned away when he looked at her. He followed her around and couldn't stop thinking about who she was and why he was interested in her. It wasn't until he helped her with the fallen books in the hallway, that finally felt something strong between them. When their hands met, he felt an electric current flow right across his body, like it was spending him a message. Even she spoke to him, that was when he freaked out about his emotions and left, he could hear her begging him to wait for her, but couldn't control himself as he jumped away. He was afraid of his own feelings then and worried about what he was doing.
Now, here he was. Making breakfast for the one girl who captured his heart, soul, and love.
Once finishing the blueberry pancakes and the scrambled eggs, he poured some orange juice and put the plate and cup on a small silver tray, along with some syrup. Turning off the stove and putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, he took the tray and began to carefully carry it to the master bedroom.
Cent:
Cent didn't even hear John as he came into the room and sat the tray at the edge of the bed, where a small space of no blankets were.
She felt a pair of hands rubbing her back as she came fully awake. She groan in pleasure and didn't dare move from where she was laying. Opening her eyes, she saw the tray just a foot away from her and immediately saw the food that John had made. She smiled.
"Thank you for the back rub and the meal," she said to him. "I don't think saying I love you is going to cut it this time. You give me an island, a house, your virginity, a back rub, and now a breakfast meal. This is the best set of birthday presents ever. I love being eighteen."
John chuckled and said, "You're wrong, saying I love you is more than enough for me. I love hearing you say it. You say it with truth and love. Please say it to me. Please?"
Cent chuckled and gently turned herself over, making sure not to spill the food. She sat up and moved her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss.
Their lips met and they couldn't pull themselves out of this position for a long while.
"I love you," Cent said as they cam apart, but still in each other's arms. "Thank you for being such an amazing guy and boyfriend to me. I'm the most lucky girl in the world."
John shook his head and said, "No, thank you for being such an amazing girlfriend to me. I'm the lucky one with the most precious beautiful girl in the whole wide world. I love you so much. Thank you for being in my life. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Cent wiped away the tears as they can down her cheeks. She loved it when John was all emotional and expressing his feelings toward her. Why did life have to be so hard for him?
Cent looked at the food and licked her lips with hunger.
John kissed her on the lips again and said, "Lay down and eat, while I rub your back some more. I enjoy touching your skin."
Cent smiled again and laid down on the bed, positioning herself right next to the tray and began to eat the scrambled eggs first with her fork.
John reached over and began to gently rub her back, enjoying the soft skin that he was touching.
Cent moaned with pleasure and enjoyed every minute of it.
"I love how soft your hands are," Cent said to him. "Why can't all guys be like you?"
"Because they would fatherless and motherless," he said in a playful matter.
Cent laughed at his joke and got right to the blueberry pancakes, which she loved so much.
Once she was done eating, John took the tray to the kitchen, so that he could dispose of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. She laid on her back for a while and waited as John returned. He smiled back at her and sat down at the edge of the bed.
Cent reached out and took his hand, fingers intertwined.
"So, what do you want to do today?" John asked.
Cent smiled and said, "I want to take a shower."
John nodded and said, "I'll wait out in the living room to give you privacy."
Just as he was about to get up, Cent's hand yanked him back on the bed again.
John looked at her in confusion.
Cent smiled again and repeated what she said before, "I want to take a shower... with you."
John raised an eyebrow and said, "Now, how I can refuse that offer?"
Cent chuckled and got up from the bed, allowing herself to be fully exposed.
John made moan sound and got up from the bed. He walked over to Cent and traced his fingers down her back.
Cent shivered at his touch and took off his shirt, taking her time to place her hands on his bare chest, kissing him from there, all the way up to his beautiful lips. She easily took off his shorts and then his boxers.
Once John was as exposed as her, he came forward and moved his arms around her, pulling Cent against his body. Her breasts raised and fell against him, their bodies filled in the rest of the gap that was between them.
Cent's mouth fell open with a silent whisper and kissed John on the lips and then his bare chest again.
John kissed her collarbone, neck, lips, and a few other places too.
Finally, John tightened his grip around her and carried her into the bathroom, where a sauna shower was waiting. Just as they stepped on in and closed the glass door behind them, Cent turned the hot water knob and felt the hot water coming right onto them.
While in their lovemaking in the sauna, both Cent and John lost themselves and couldn't even recognize their own voices as the whole thing finally came to an end.
Cent clapped her hands on both sides of John's wet, beautiful face.
John's arms were around Cent's body, making sure she was in his embrace.
They kissed and washed each other, taking their precious time.
After the shower, they dried themselves, together and got dressed.
They sat out on the couch and did nothing but kiss. Since the day they met, they couldn't get enough of each other and didn't want the day to end at all.
Their relationship was finally moving onto the next level.
These two just can't get enough of each other. Talk about true love, right? I hope you guys are enjoying the story. :)
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