Jacie Baker (A Jason Bourne Fanfic)

Chapter One

Jacie and her horse Pegasus flew through the course like it was nothing, the crowd cheering them on.

It was the best feeling in the world for Jacie. She loved nothing as much as riding her beautiful white stallion.

Once they went over the last jump and crossed the finish line, the crowd stood, screaming, cheering. Jacie was the happiest she had been in years, but everything began to fade away. The voices were starting to echo, everything was disappearing. Finally, everything turned completely black until Jacie opened her eyes again.

She realized that she was just in her old room, her victory had just been a wonderful dream. She sighed sadly and carefully sat up, as to not bend her damaged leg wrong.

Her alarm clock was still going off, so she whacked it until it finally stopped. She slowly stood up on her good leg and grabbed her crutches so she could make it over to her closet to change.

She picked out a purple plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, her favorite cowgirl boots and a light jacket. 

Jacie made her way slowly to the kitchen, where her dad was already finished eating.

"Good morning, pumpkin," he smiled with his bright blue eyes. His black hair was nice and combed over, and he wore his best cowboy outfit. His blue, button up shirt, dark jeans and his dark brown boots.

"Dad," Jacie sighed. "Are you going on another date?"

"It's a barn dance, sweetie. I'm just taking Kayla for a little while," he told her. "Will you be okay here?"

"Yes dad," Jacie said. "I'll be fine."

"You sure?" He asked. "You could always come with us..."

"No, it's fine," she quickly told him. "Besides, I can't even dance with this broken leg."

"Well... all right," he replied hesitantly, grabbing his car keys. "I'll see you later then."

Jacie nodded and let him give her a kiss on the top of her head before leaving for the garage. Jacie didn't do anything until she heard his truck drive away. Now she was free to do whatever she wanted, but first, she'd visit her horse.

Jacie had so many plans for today, she wasn't sure which to do first. They were all so exciting and fun. She went as fast as she could towards the barn that held her beloved stallion. She didn't make it far into the barn when she heard shuffling of feet in the closet where the tack was.

Jacie stopped in her tracks, knowing that trying to run would be too loud with her crutches. She had to ditch them if she were to be quiet. The horses whinnied, meaning that whoever was in here, was someone they didn't know.

Jacie quietly slid her crutches into one of the empty stalls, hoping that whoever was in here wouldn't find them. As she balanced on one leg, she heard the door handle wiggle. She held her breath and didn't move a muscle, but she knew that she had to, or else she'd be caught.

She quickly, but quietly opened the empty stall door nearest her, where her crutches were, and she slowly got down on her hands and one knee and crawled in. She closed the door right when she heard the closet door open. The person's footsteps became louder and louder until they stopped right outside the stall door that Jacie was in.

She pushed her back against the door, trying to hide herself even more. She just hoped that the person wouldn't look over the door and see her crutches.

She held as still as possible, trying not to breath, but it was hard to keep still with her leg hurting her almost as bad as it did when she first broke it. Jacie realized that she'd forgotten to take her medicine to help with the pain. That could make matters worse.

The person still hadn't moved, unless they were sneaking out, but Jacie noticed that her dad had left the pitchfork in this stall. She would have to grab it to protect herself. Jacie hoped the person wasn't looking into the stall, but she would have to take the risk. She reached for the pitchfork, and grabbed it without any complications.

She knew she couldn't stay here forever. She would have to come out eventually, why not now?

Jacie used the wall to get to her feet as fast as possible. No one was there. She balanced on one leg, and did her best to hold up the pitchfork with one hand as she opened the door.

She had never seen horror movies before, but she had heard a lot about them. The person in here was probably a monster, ghost or human. Either way, she wanted out.

Jacie hopped out of the stall and looked around. There was no sign of anyone. She limped towards the door, glancing around again, but still she saw no one.

As she left, she made sure the horses weren't hurt. They seemed fine, so she quickened her pace. She was glad that her leg had gotten stronger while using her crutches, but it would tire soon enough.

Right as she reached the door, someone grabbed her around the neck and head. She thought they were going to kill her right then and there, but a man came out of nowhere and attacked her attacker.

He yanked the pitchfork out of her hands, and Jacie suddenly fell to the ground in a heap. She didn't know what had happened, but she heard punching and grunts. They were fighting.

She turned until she was on her side, and held herself up a little with her left arm. Right when she realized what had happened, she screamed. The man who had saved her had stabbed the pitchfork into the bad guy's leg. And right when Jacie looked, the man who saved her punched him once, and he was out cold.

Jacie was sure she was going to be sick, but she had to get away first. The man who had saved her finally looked at her, and was breathing heavily. She could tell that he had really fought hard.

The man had dark hair with patches of grey, his eyes were blue. She could see that he had been through a lot and she could see in his eyes that he was very serious, but she also saw a hint of kindness. He wore a black jacket, blue shirt, and black jeans with black shoes. Jacie didn't know who he was, and even if he did save her, she wanted to get away from him.

Jacie tried to crawl away, but she felt hands grab her middle and pull her up onto her feet. He helped her stand and made her look away from the guy who he had probably just killed.

"Who are you?" Jacie said, beginning to cry.

"Your mother sent me," he told her.

Jacie almost fell to the ground in surprise, but since he was holding her, she didn't make it to the ground. "My... mom? B-But she's been missing for two years. Is she okay?"

"We can't talk here," he said, and helped her quickly walk to the house.

He sat her down on the couch, and he basically looked out every window, and locked all the doors. He even put the blinds down. Jacie wasn't sure who he was, but if her mother sent him, he must be good... probably.