Final Chapter! I must admit, then I'm very sad that this story is ending. I hope you enjoy it!


I saw the shimmer of a jump scar. With one hand on my slightly bleeding stomach, I stepped through it and was teleported to the Empire State Building in New York City. I didn't see Griffin or David anywhere, but I did see another jump scar. I stepped through that, I landed on top of a pyramid in Egypt. Where was this going? Another jump scar. Oh boy. I stepped through that one and found myself on a busy highway in some random city. These jump scars were fresher, I had to be getting closer to them. The desert was the next stop. I could see footprints scattered, here and there. What was going on here? It looked like one was chasing the other. I jumped through the last jump scar and I was back in a city, but a different one from New York City. This was a fresh jump scar, I stepped through and I was back on the Empire State Building. David and Griffin were nearby and they were…fighting? Over what?

"Griffin? David?" I asked as I got closer, walking with difficulty. They didn't hear me. But I could hear them quite clearly.

"Don't," Griffin warned David. Whatever Griffin warned David against doing, he did it anyway. He threw a remote looking thing over his shoulder and over the building edge. It quickly plummeted below them. "Bad move!" Griffin yelled at him before jumping over the edge. A ton of people around him screamed from shock. Not the fact that he jumped over physically, but that he actually jumped. David also jumped over.

I ran to the edge of the building. Both were trying to grab the remote. Apparently this was very important. What should I do? I paced back and forth. I ran (as best as I could considering that I was bleeding) back to the edge of the building. They were almost near the bottom. Mere feet away, they jumped else where. I jumped down to the street. Their jump scar above my head. I jumped into it. Water surrounded me. A pool. I swam up to the surface. Everyone was screaming loudly. David jumped somewhere and Griffin remained.

"Griffin!" I yelled to him. He turned his head to face me. I jumped to him and hugged him while swimming. He jumped us to the middle of a city, taking half the water with us.

"I thought I would never see you again!" He said through kisses. "What happened?" He asked, noticing my battle wounds.

"Roland happened," I replied.

Griffin nodded and then said, "We got to get that detonator back from David," he told me. He grabbed my hand and jumped us into a parked truck that was nearby. I was in the passenger seat and Griffin in the drivers. He revved the engine and then jumped us to Antarctica of all places. The car bounced off the snow and hit a dazed David straight on. The car bounced again and we went off the chunk of ice. I quickly reacted and teleported the three of us plus the car to the first place I could think of: Chechnya. I remember learning about it in high school. Griffin and I landed roughly on the ground, David was no where to be seen. All around us, people were shooting. Clearly, we'd dropped in on a bad time. Griffin and I jumped out of the car just in time because a tank rolled over it.

We attempted to dodge bullets and the likes, but it wasn't easy. "Why Chechnya?" Griffin asked me.

"It was the first place I could think of. I was working under a lot of pressure, okay?" I answered him while decking behind a large object. The hand that was still on my stomach was crimson red with blood. Oh, not good. Griffin grabbed the remote-detonator that had fallen on the ground and jumped behind the same large object as me.

"I'm just glad you're alright," he told me. "I love you."

Freeze. Griffin just told me that he loved me, in the midst of a war no less. "I love you, too," I jumped closer to him and kissed him. From a bystander's point of view, this might have been romantic: Two lovers in a middle of a war. However to David, it must have been ironic. His voice caused me to pull away. He was standing in front of us.

"That's cute ya know? Funny, he was willing to blow you and that apartment up just to kill Roland," David said. He looked smug.

"Griff, is that true?" I asked him. I couldn't believe it. Sure, he had done a lot of rash things before, but this?

Griffin started, "I thought you would understand. If I could have killed Roland…"

"What?" I stood up, exposing myself to the bullets. Probably not the smartest thing to do. "Sure Roland would be dead, but what about me? You just told me that you loved me and you're willing to sacrifice me? God, I'm such an idiot!" I stormed off, struggling to jump here and there avoiding soldiers.

I heard a loud noise behind me. When I turned to look to see what it is, I saw David jump Griffin into a falling electric tower. That would sure hurt. Good, he deserved it. David jumped back to the ground. He jumped off to who knows where, assumingly back to Millie's apartment. I turned to jump, but was stopped.

"Amber!" Griffin yelled. I turned back around and jumped under the leaning tower. "Please, help me down!"

"Why should I?" I yelled back. I was still mad at him. I glared up at him.

"Because," he started, "I still love you, even if you don't love me back." Of course, he had to say that. I sighed.

"How am I supposed to get you down, huh?" I asked him.

He smiled widely. "There are wire cutters back at the lair," he said.

"Alright, I'll be back," I told him before jumping back to the lair. It took me a few good minutes to find where these supposed wire cutters were. Once they were located, I jumped back to Chechnya. I jumped up to him and quickly cut through the wires, not wanting to get injured anymore than I had to. He fell to the ground and landed with an 'oof'. He stood up, acting as if nothing happened. I jumped gracefully back to the ground. I dropped the cutters to the ground. We stood there awkwardly.

A bomb behind me was dropped and I ducked to the ground as did Griffin. The debris flew everywhere and I felt something sharp pierce through me. I couldn't jump, I was pinned to the ground with a pole through me. Fabulous, more pain through my middle section.

"Griff," I whimpered. He was at my side in an instant. "Help," was all I could get out.

"Alright, I'm gonna pull this out of you. It might hurt a little," he told him. "On three… One… Two…" He didn't wait for three, he pulled the pole out of me. A scream escaped my lips.

"Ow," I said meekly. I placed a hand on my stomach, my hand was covered in even more blood. Wonderful. "I love you," I whispered my goodbyes to him. I felt my body start to shut down. My breathing became short and shallow.

"Amber, don't do this, not after I just got you back," Griffin said quietly. He pulled me onto his lap. He stroked my hair, I smiled faintly.

"My body feels so cold," I told him.

"You promised you wouldn't leave me, don't break your promise." I could see tears bordering his eyes.

"I'm sorry…Please, just tell me that you love me," I said quietly.

"You're not gonna die-"

"Please," I begged. I had to hear it at least one more time.

"I love you, Amber."

That was the last thing I heard in this world.


Griffin felt Amber's body go limp, her eyes closed and would never open again. "No! Amber, Amber!"

He rested his forehead against her as the tears fell. The last time he cried was when his parents were murdered. He rocked her back and forth, begging her to come back. But he knew this could never be. Amber, the one girl he loved, was gone, dead. He always thought that he would be the first to go, not her. She was always more careful than him. He stood up, with her in his arms, and jumped them back to the lair. He laid her down on his bed. He sat next to her, his head in his hands.

"You know, I used to tell myself that I would never fall in love. It was easy to not feel any emotions. Then you came along and had to fall asleep on my shoulder," he told her even though she couldn't hear him. He kept his eyes closed. "God Amber, why? Huh? I'm sorry that I ever thought of sacrificing you. I don't know what I was thinking." He looked to her, she looked peaceful. He prayed that she was in a better place. Anywhere was better than this world.

Griffin's hand found hers; it was like ice. He positioned himself next to her. All he did was stare at her lifeless form. Even in death, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he couldn't believe that he let her die.

Griffin fell asleep next to Amber's form, only to reawaken when he heard someone stumbling around in the dark. He jumped to the source of the noise and ran into something solid.

"David?" His voice sounded weak and shaky. "Millie?"

"Griffin, what's wrong? You sound shitty," David asked unsympathetically, trying to find a light. Once he found one, he wished he hadn't. He saw that Griffin's eyes were swollen red, and when he continued to look around, he saw the still form of Amber.

"What happened?" Millie asked sympathetically.

"What happened? Amber died in Chechnya," he said bluntly. It was the first time that he actually said she had died.


"A bomb blew up near us and a pole went through her... I held her as she died," Griffin answered.

"I'm sorry," Millie told him. She placed a comforting hand on his arm. He shrugged it off. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Griffin lied, fidgeting with his shirt. He stopped once he knew what he was doing. He could hear her voice saying, 'you fidget when you lie you know'. He fought the tears that were trying to emerge. He turned his back to them and faced Amber.

Moments later, Griffin turned back around. He couldn't stand to look at her anymore. He let his tears fall. They were warm and salty and felt out of place on his cheek. He could shed his hardcore exterior for once. Though Millie didn't know him very well, she pulled him into a motherly hug.

"Shh, it'll be okay," she cooed. He cried into her shoulder. David stood there awkwardly, what was he supposed to do? Mille pulled Griffin out to arms length. She wiped away the tears with her thumb. "It'll be okay," she whispered again.

"David, will you help me with the burial?"


Life is funny sometimes. You're here one moment and gone the next. As quoted in a famous movie, 'Life is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you'll get next'. I was robed of my life at the young age of 23, like many Jumpers before me. There are some things that you wish you could be there for. For me, I wish I could have been in Griffin's arms, to be able to hear his voice again, to feel his lips on mine. I wish I could have been able to start a family. There were so many things that I wanted to do I but would never get that chance

As I watched Griffin and David lower my casket down into the desert ground, I couldn't help but feel sad. I could feel the tears behind my eyes, but yet they wouldn't fall. Maybe as a spirit you aren't able to cry, I can't be sure. I felt a translucent hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at the spirit. I was greeted by my mothers face. I haven't seen her in five years, since I left home. No words were needed as she pulled me into a hug. She linked arms with me as she led me into the pearly white gates of Heaven. I would wait for Griffin until we could be together again. Like I promised, I would never leave him. All he had to do is look to the stars and know that I was watching over him.


So that was the last chapter. A bit cheesy/fluffy at the end there but I liked it. I had to throw in a little 'Forrest Gump', its one of my favorite movies. So tell me what you think! No flames though. If you have a suggestion for a sequel, though I have no idea how it would work, feel free to drop me a note. I kinda have an idea for a sequel, but I would like to know your ideas!

Oh this is going to sound really lame, but how do you send private messages? I feel so stupid for asking but I can't figure it out. sheepish smile