-shields away from all the angry people- I know I shouldn't be starting another story! But it's too tempting Dx (besides which, i've already written it all down on paper lol)
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I was five when I made my first jump, as all Jumpers do. I was having a nightmare and when I woke up I was about to go into my parents room but somehow I ended up there without moving. Needless to say I gave them both a heart attack. Unfortunately they were -ahem- busy at the time as well. I didn't know, at the time, what I had done but because I had the attention span of a five year old I didn't dwell on it.
I was seven when I did it again. My mom and I were browsing the cereal isle and I spotted someone giving away free samples of a new brand of fat free cupcake. Of course to me it was only a cupcake and I wanted one. In the blink of an eye I was standing in front of the woman, holding my hand out with a smile on my tiny face. She about fainted, but I got my cupcake.
It was two weeks after I turned nine that they came for me. I was at school, playing dolls with a girl named Anna. The principle, Mrs. Bettle, came out of school and to my horror came up to me. I thought I was in trouble but no, she was crying. There were four men behind her, all wearing long, black, coats and one had shockingly short, white hair. I didn't understand Mrs. Bettle, as she was sobbing too hard to understand, so I looked to the man with white hair to explain what was going on.
"Hello Libra, my name is Roland," As soon as I looked him in the eyes, I did something I had never done before. He spoke to me in a calming manner, much the way all adults do when they speak to children under 12 years old, and told me my parents had died from car-jackers. He lied. He also said he was a police-man. He lied again. For the first time in my life I could look into someone else's mind and see their thoughts. His thoughts invaded my mind, telling me he had killed my parents and he was going to kill me too. Being nine years old I didn't understand why.
By the time I got out of his head he was leading me to a large, black, car. I thought it looked like the one Batman drives. The other three men were thinking about how to kill me when they got back to 'head quarters'. I panicked. I suspect now that the 'fight or flight' instinct in me took over. I jumped, with Roland still holding onto my arm. We ended up at the local park.
"Impressive." Roland scoffed. I saw him reach for something in his coat and I panicked again. I did what all children are taught to do: I screamed as loud as I could and kicked him. It worked long enough for him to let me go so I could jump again. I ended up in my room that time. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode. I had to run, that's what people did in movies when someone was after them. I took a long look around my room, then I jumped to my grandmother's doorstep.
(15 years later)
"Dear! Would you go out and get those delicious oranges that you got me last time?" I heard my grandmother before she spoke. She was dwelling on the Italian oranges I bought last time I was in Venice. You'd be surprised how well Italians grow their fruits. Anyway I was gone before she even finished her sentence. A mob of foreign thoughts tried to enter my mind but I had long since trained myself to block out large quantities of thoughts. All I heard was a dull buzz in the back of my skull from the people walking around.
Thoughts are an interesting thing to behold. You don't see them, per say, but when you hear them you can vaguely see the words passing through your skull. It depends on how you're thinking. Usually I imagine a computer, and the thoughts i'm receiving are like instant messages. Or sometimes they'll be sentences that run past my eyes in different colors, depending on what mood the thinker is in. It was strange in the beginning but it became natural after a while. I always know when someone is lying at least.
After an hour of shopping my grocery bag, cloth to help the environment, was full up with all the fruit Gram would need. At least for the next month or so. I was about to jump back, when a prickling sensation on the back of my neck alerted me to the fact that someone was watching me. Paladins?...No...it's a man. Different from the other people around here...Oh, he's a jumper. Great, another jumper. I always hated meeting other jumpers. Most were rich egomaniacs who enjoyed nothing more then to look down on people, even jumpers like me, because they're poor. I never took the path to riches. I didn't want to be on the radar.
This jumper though seemed different. His thoughts were jumbled, stopping and starting on different subjects every few seconds. The current subject in his mind was me. He was observing me. I didn't look at him, but I observed back. He was short-ish, with wild, auburn hair, dark clothes that seemed to match his attitude, but the most interesting feature about him was his eyes. They were a deep blue, like the ocean, swirling with electricity. I wanted desperately to turn around so I could see them in person but I didn't want to blow my cover. In his mind he determined I was someone to watch, so he would follow me. I grinned. If he wanted to follow me i'd make it difficult for him.
I jumped to Gram's to give her the fruit, then I jumped to Dubai, then to the Great Wall of China, then to New York, then to Egypt, then to London, then to Ireland, finally coming to stop at my apartment in Tokyo. I waited for him to catch up and snuck behind him, "Subtle you're not."
He turned to me with a smirk on his face, his blue eyes piercing into my own without intending to, "Damn, i'll have to try harder next time." His accent warmed my insides. Was it British? It sounded so, but with a hint of Irish or Scottish.
I had to shake my head to clear it, not of his thoughts but of my own. "May I ask who you are and why you're stalking me?"
"The name's Griffin. I was curious to see another jumper outside of South America."
Ah yes. South America. Where, almost, every jumper in the world ran to so they could be safe. Idiots. The Paladins caught on long ago, now they were hunting us like we were wild game. Griffin looked like he was expecting my name but I didn't give it to him. I learned long ago not to trust other jumpers. Not only are they egomaniacs but they're rats. They squeal at the first sign of trouble, yet they still die. Sooner or later you'd think they'd realize that giving away information doesn't help them in the slightest.
We stood in silence for a few minutes until I motioned towards my apartment and told him I was going in. It was a subtle hint for him to jump away. He took the hint gracefully, smirking in a way that meant he knew I was like him. In retrospect I saw we were. We both lost our parents at a young age, we both disliked having other people around, and we both viewed the other as an interesting specimen, one that would need to be observed later on. He didn't know I knew all this of course. He just saw me on the outside and figured I was a familiar soul.
Once he left I wondered how long he'd last. The jumpers I met in the past didn't last very long. The more jumpers in one area, the more people see us, and the more the Paladins take notice. That's why South America was a stupid place to hide. So many jumpers in one area. That's also why most jumpers lived alone. I lived with Gram, most of the time, but she didn't know I could jump. I saw Griffin lived by himself, smart man.
I supposed i'd have to pay close attention to him in the coming days. He didn't seem like a squealer but most of the people i'd met weren't before they were put under pressure. It never even crossed my mind that he might be the man who'd stick around.
So, whaddya think? :) I know it's kind of short but it's only the first chapter. I predict there won't be many chapters but that's ok, this isn't a very popular fandom anyway.