I was threatened..! This chapter is dedicated to jxr1, who warned me and made me get my ass into gear. It's 12:41 right now, and I have chapter 5 halfway done for you kids already, okay? I've been working on this chapter but just sort of let it go for a while while I tried to pull my life together. Sorry to leave you hanging, and sorry to give you such a lame-ass chapter. Call it a filler before the next ne. Whatever. Peace.

We jumped to Seattle, which, despite the fact that it was late at night, was very much awake. I fought the urge to satisfy my need for a hugh cup of Starbucks and followed Griffin down an alleyway, where another guy was slumped up against the wall. I could tell that he was dead, and I could feel my stomach tighten involuntarily. Griff hissed out a curse and kneeled by him, while I tried to get my mind off of it. I turned to the city, watching its twinkling lights against the night sky. It definitely had the ambience of a city fueled by Starbucks, but the calmness of the night. I had never been to Seattle. Actually, there were a lot of places I hadn't been.

Suddenly, the crackle of electricity ripped through the night, and on instinct, I ducked. Overhead, I saw the metal cables crash into the brick wall of the apartment I stood by, and could feel their power just inches above my head. I turned my head down to look between my chest and arm and I saw them.

Griffin reappeared behind them, grinning.

"Back for more, are we boys?"

He promptly kicked the one that had the gun that was pointing at me in the back, sending him flying forward, breathless. There were still two more that needed to be dealt with. On an impulse, I jumped behind one of them that held another one of those weird gun things, but he anticipated it and had raised his hand, connecting his fist with my nose almost as soon as I appeared.

I swore, loudly, holding my left hand to my nose. He started to point it at me, but I was quicker. Jumping behind him again, I grabbed him around the waist, jumped him to the top of a billboard that I could see about a quarter of a mile away. Once he was up there, I dropped him.

I left before I could hear the thud of his body and the sickening crunch of bones and blood.

I jumped back to where Griffin was, standing over the body of the other guy and pointing the guy's own weapon at him.

"Did you get rid of him?" he asked me, looking up. I watched the guy under his foot.


He looked at my nose, which was streaming blood and staining my face. "Way to go."

The man underneath his foot started writhing around, so Griff pointed the weapon at him again and he stopped. "So, what's your deal? I mean, I've dealt with you assholes before, but y'know, this is an all time low."

Music started playing in my head. I'm rather fond of All Time Low.

"...when I was sixteen, you guys thought it was cool to go ahead and kill little kids. So, you've grown up. Now you go after teenagers--"

He held up a finger, as if reconsidering.

"...well, you go after teenagers after you kill their parents, yeah?"

The man shook his head, ignoring Griffin and pointing at me. "You're all they want. You'll be dead before you know it."

I glared at him.

"Is that a threat?"

"They know more about you than you know about yourself. It's only matter of time--"

"Shut up."

"They're just waiting for you to make one wrong move. They'll find you. Just like they found your brother and your father. And they'll find you, too," he said, pointing to Griffin.

Griffin reached down and nicked the guy's cellphone and wallet off of him, tossed it to me. "Name?"

I opened the wallet. "Thayer Maston." Other than several fake Ids in there, he had seven credit cards, a Starbucks card, what looked like a keycard, and seven hundred dollars—all twenties. I showed Griffin the keycard, before pocketing it, and he nodded. I also pocketed the money because...well, maybe I'd want to go shopping. Griffin shook his head. Then, he leaned down right into the guy's face.

"Where's David?"

"David's good as dead," Thayer sneered. Griffin aimed and shot, sending what I could only imagine as possibly thousands of volts of electricity through him. After several moments of watching this, he stilled. I couldn't keep the disgust off of my face. Griffin tossed the weapon aside, grabbed the guy by his foot, jumping. I stayed put, not really sure if I was supposed to follow or not. He reappeared several seconds later, alone. I arched an eyebrow.

"I'm sure that the FBI will be very interested in what he has to say."

"He wasn't dead?"

"Nah. If it can't kill us, it won't kill him."

I blinked, but he grinned and jumped again. I followed his jump scar and found myself back in the apartment/the Lair.

Promptly upon arriving back at the apartment, Mily had attacked my nose with antiseptic, bandages and gauze. She'd also given me two Vicodin to pop, which only made my head swim more. But then she disappeared. Mily was all cut up because David had disappeared, because he was in the hands of the Paladin, and that was really the last place that we wanted him to be. Griffin and I spent a majority of the night poring over maps.

"The Paladin have four major locations," he said, straightening up and staring down at the map. I sat on the floor, in front of the glass table that we had our spread out on, trying to think.

"We've destroyed the one in the Mojave Desert, and the one in Milan has been gone for years—burned out by a freak fire accident. The only two left are..."

He pointed to a spot down, at the very bottom of the map. "Antarctica's one, and the other is the facility where you were at. But I doubt they'd take Davy there, considering that we know where it is."

I stared at him.

"We're going to Antarctica?"

"Yeah. We're gonna need to go shopping first, though."

I learned some very valuable things from Griffin. One, he showed me where to get tons of money. I followed his jump scar into a bank vault, where there was stashed what must have been sheer millions of dollars. Then, we jumped to a mall, where we stocked up on warm clothes, boots, and arctic jackets.

"How are we gonna get there?" I asked, after we'd spent almost six hundred dollars on North Face jackets alone at an outlet mall in California. We must have looked like the two biggest morons on the face of the earth—buying winter jackets when it was nearly seventy degrees outside. We were at a coffee stand—Griffin had an insatiable addiction to lattes. He lifted it to his lips and took a sip, looking over my shoulder. I was shorter than him. It sucked.

"You say you can go somewhere just by looking at a picture?"

I nodded. He took another sip, and I accepted my order when it finally came up. Griffin put his cup down.

"Neither Davy nor I have ever been there—we have a picture, though. The picture is from the base in the Mojave Desert—that's how we found out about you. That's how we found out about a lot of the jumpers that we've tried to get to before the Paladin. It helps when you know what you're doing and when you can jump from place to place quickly without having to worry about travel expenses."

He took another sip and we started walking down the street. The bags of stuff had already been ditched back at the apartment.

"Either way, you're a string enough jumper. Think you can take you and me to where it says in the picture?"

I didn't say anything for a moment. What would happen if I couldn't? Would we both just be lost in the space-time continuum forever? Would we get splinched, like in Harry Potter? Would we actually end up in the picture?
"I can try," I said, hesitantly. Griffin narrowed his eyes.

"There is no trying with being a jumper. You either do or you don't."

Back at the apartment, Mily was making sure I was all bundled up correctly.

"I'm fine," I muttered after her third attempt to make me wear a hat. "It's not like we're going to be outside for a long time." I wondered if her compulsion to take care of me was because she and Davy hadn't had kids yet or if it was because I was her newest charity case. I doubted she was the kind of person to take kids under her wing for the hell of it--she seemed like a kindhearted person. But I really didn't want her acting like my mother. Big sister that I'd never had, maybe. But not my mother.

Griffin seemed to understand.

"Leave the kid alone," Griffin muttered. Mily, after her third attempt to wrap a scarf around my neck, stopped and sighed.

"Just bring David back," she whispered. Griffin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, can we go already?"

Mily shoots him a glare. Then she turns to me. "Be careful. And when you get back, you have a story to finish."

Griffin coughs, loudly. Mily tousles my hair. Yeah, definitely big sister. I manage to smile at her, despite the mounting panic in my stomach.

He holds up a photograph, frayed at the edges and old. I take a good long look at it, then glance up at Griffin. He holds his hands out.

"Any day now."

I roll my eyes and grab his arm, close my eyes, and concentrate.

We snapped. I wasn't used to jumping with other people. It's always different, jumping with people. It differs if we're jumping from a photograph or from an actual memory.

We landed exactly from where the photograph had been taken. About a mile off of the actual building (creatively disguised in white), we landed in a whirlwind of snow and ice. Griffin swore.

"You're not very used to this whole "jumping with other people", deal, now are you?"

I shake my head. I was very inexperienced with human contact. In every way.

We jump so we're closer, so we can scope out security systems that they might have. It's now that I realise wearing a bright blue jacket in the middle of the arctic isn't such a good idea after all.

There were two guards on the roof—decked out in black jackets and earmuffs, which I assumed doubled as headphones. When Griffin and I jumped closer, they snapped around, guns at the ready.

Griffin grinned as I have learned only he can. "Here's the plan...there is no plan. This is a game, got it? Cat and mouse, hide and seek, predator and prey."
I nodded, but I was scared out of my mind. Then I remembered that these were the people that had offed my family, the people that had offed everyone I loved except two, the people that had tried to off me.

I stayed in that mindset.

"Yeah, I've got it."

I jumped.

You know what to do. And yes. I know it sort of stinks. But! I was pretty stoked today--I just finished 'JUMPER: Griffin's story". SO good! Read it if you want to know the prologue to Griffin. And just keep in mind that in the movie, he's played by that pretty boy named Jamie Bell. :)