Jumper – The Next Level

Please note that I do not own the rights to any of the characters that is Steven Gould's creations. I do own Regan McGowan and others that I've made up. I will stay true to Steven's genius though and try and combine the movie and books.

This jumps off from the film but I'm using ideas from the books throughout. Let me know what you guys think – honestly!

It didn't hurt anymore.

Why didn't it hurt anymore?

How long had he been here?

Hours? Days? Weeks? .... Months?

Fuck knows.

All Griffin knew was it didn't hurt anymore.

Maybe he was dead.

If he was, there was no bright light leading him to his parents.

Fucking typical, I can't fucking believe it, after all these years of dodging death by paladin, it was a fucking jumper that killed him.

Griffin groaned.

Wait I can't be dead!

He jumped.

Pain exploded all over his body.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you"

Griffin's eyes snapped open

"E.V.?" groaned Griffin

Sorry mate.

Griffin suddenly felt cold and realised he was lying on a steel slab. He tried to sit up but his head burst into spasms.

"Watch it, take it easy" advised the Voice

"Who the fuck are you?" snapped Griffin.

"Look around."

Griffin grudgingly followed its instructions. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Griffin become conscious of the narrow cell he was contained. His ankle was weighed down by a fat chain which was anchored to the wall. His wrist was hugged tightly by a watch-like mechanism. Griffin had seen some lads in Karate wear one. They called it the "Tag". Where his cell door should have been was a gaping hole. For a second Griffin wondered if the chain meant his cell didn't need a door. Slowly Griffin stood up and agonizingly walked to the gap. He was about to touch the air when...

"DON'T TOUCH THAT" yelled the voice.

A small girl sprang into his view. She was in the opposite cell, her raven-like hair was as crumpled as his and the light illuminated her pale white skin. Griffin lowered his hand.

"Why not?"


She bent down; as she did Griffin surveyed the girl. Her skin was beaten and bruised in places. She was dressed in what appeared to be a hospital scrubs and her feet were caked in mud. Her bandaged hand grasped a small rock and she flipped it towards the gap. Sparks flew and the rock disintegrated into dust.

"What the fuck?" Griffin scrunched his head, which caused the dull ache in the back of his skull to explode.

"You swear a lot" The Girl replied matter of a factly.

Griffin rubbed his head to try and ease the pain: "No shit."

The girl laughed.

"Where the fuck am I?"

"Welcome to hell."