(Jamie Bell Fanfic) Jumper: Black Balloons || WATTYS2019

The Lucky Ones [ V ]

The Lucky Ones [ V ]

Once more, with her head raised this time, she treaded behind him to every changing location, the smell and the warmth and coolness of the air the only difference she felt. It's cause the Paladins have a machine that can let them go through jump scars, but it's excessively disastrous so they only use it on special occasions, was his answer when she asked with a searing headache. Eventually, they landed in a dim enclosure with uneven ground. 

The sheer light shone from the mouth of the cave where a mosquito net hung. Beyond it, a thundering waterfall sent fresh breeze into the unlit depth of the grotto.

"Prettier without the net, but the insects come too much." Griffin said, flicking on switches. An overhead lamp lit. "There are snakes too, nowhere as big as the anacondas in the Amazons though." He gazed at the cork board on the wall full of sketches and pictures of people in black trench coats. 

With a marker, he crossed out Mr. Sato's young face and three more, one of which was a woman. He went to the hydroelectric generator close to where the printer was. He took the memory card from his camera and stuck it in his laptop. The printer soon cried its chugging sounds.

He stuck new photos on the cork board. Wyvern stepped closer. "Those two were the ones who shot at me. And these guys— are the ones at the beach asking about you.

"Who are those with the stars?" She read the only one among the five with the name under it. Schulz, Wilhelm. 

"They're the leaders, they send 'em in a group, around twenty, after jumpers like me. They're brilliant, I'm ashamed to admit. If you see any one of 'em, escape, at least not if you have a chance to gouge out their eyes." He winked. Then, was stuck in deep thought. 

"At present... I'm not quite sure if it's possible for them to develop a farther reach or a quicker sense. I don't know if these leaders have it better..." cause they always kill us in one fray.

"Mr. Sato didn't sense you at the beach?" 

"I came hours ahead of him, and anyways, he's retired, he's not notified. For all he knows, his mates already killed me." He rolled his eyes. "We'll get back to yours first. They're probably the lower ones in the rank under these fools—" he pointed at the two men pinned above hers, "are probably the higher ones since they were after me." He looked at her making sure she understood. Pride over his head. "Special, I told you. Offensive how they didn't bother to send around ten as usual. But I'm sure the rest are just hiding somewhere."

He produced a knife from his back pocket. He pulled off its sheath and let the falls clean off the dried red crusts before tossing it in a rambled stash of strange weapons she now peered into. It smelled of blood and burnt metal. Probably from the thousand volts that ran through them.