Jumper: When Push Comes To Shove

#Time Skip: Unknown#

#Random POV#

You can hear the clicking of shoes, and the shuffling of chairs as everybody in the general vicinity made way as I brought him in. The Rarest of the rare. One of the top breeds of Psychics, a porter. This one in particular... is a nightmare, a demon in battle, me and my crew had seen what he is capable of, first hand, by association of course.

Although I wouldn't dare come near him if he was still that dangerous, if he still had all that power. I sat him down in a cornered off portion of the building, one way entry, one way exit. As I locked the door and uncuffed him, he didn't look scared, not even frightened. He looked bored, like someone who already knew how something was gonna play out, as if all the fun was drawn out of him.

I took a seat right across from him. "You know we're gonna give you over to the paladins, right". I said as I offered him a cigarette, he took it, I lit mine then his, in our world, if things go bad, you wanna assure your own survival, my way is by respect.

He looks at me and laughs. "Yes, the same way I know that my people are coming to get me, the same way I know you are gonna be dead in about... no more than two hours". He comments after taking a drag of his cig.

I give him a curious smirk. "How, we both know your powers are currently compromised, that last battle dealt you a heavy blow". I responded as I blew out a cloud of smoke.

"The same way all of your type do, calling the wrong people for a raise, not expecting a bullet in your skull in return, although it may be my people who pull the trigger, who knows, it all depends on who arrives first". He says mockingly to both me and himself, acting as if this was all a game.

"Until then how about a story, since you and your friends are gonna die soon, I don't have to care about you blabbing your mouths off". He says taking his final drag as he puts the cig in a ash tray.

I do the same. "You seem so sure I'm gonna be dead in two hours, how about a bet, I'll put an alarm, if Im dead in two hours, and your still alive, at ? you will find a bag with one hundred grand inside, deal." I jokingly offer.

He looks at me and smiles. "...Then if your still alive and I'm dead, at ? you will find a closet with one million inside... deal, shall I tell my story". He responds and asks.

As I start the timer. "Yes, yes you may".

"Good... now how it all began"...

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My mother married my father. Huge surprise, right. Supposed to be a cut and dry deal. But exactly at the start... began the first of many challenges.

The first of them, my dad, he... just works better as a person when my mom was... is around, when she's not, he sucks, eventually in fact it goes from sucking to not even trying, don't worry we'll get their.

Then there's her, who my dad eventually starts to refer to as trash, dead weight, and money hor, the her being none other than my older sister Circei, well half sister anyway, from my mother's previous marriage, clearly failed, just like this one will... My sister didn't get along with my dad. Not at all, they absolutely hated each other, but my mother kept them at peace, well relative peace really, depends on who you ask.

Things didn't work out for her when it comes to her father's side of the family, actually family period. So when we were born she put her all into being there for us with our mother... but when she left... stuck with an abusive parent... having to quit school just to help us live... all she had left was us... so when I say she was possessive and protective, I mean it, and even then I didn't really care when I complained about it, even now, especially now, I don't see it as such a bad thing...

My life started off just like any other. Inside my mother's belly. Although I wasn't the only one stuck in their at the time. A little spoiler for you... girl, another sister, in fact, she will be born a couple minutes before me, and apparently that by default makes her older... a literal couple of minu... nevermind.

After we were born, you could say we were all a big happy dysfunctional family... at least we were... until my fifth birthday....

#Flash Back: 17 Years#

#Mc POV#

Birds chirp, bees fly looking for newly bloomed flowers. In a old rustic home, two story, not much but does the job, could probably afford better at the time but, it did what we needed it to. You could hear kids playing together outside. "David you get back here". Said a girl as she chased after a young boy, no older than five. Black hair with blond streaks, Heterochromia iridium, both eyes different colors, one grey, the other pure blue.

The boy was running with all he had. "You won't catch me Sophie". He yelled back at the girl. The girl stomped her feet and smiled. "If I can't catch you, I know who can, Circei, Milly". The girl screamed as the boy ran harder as two figures quickly caught up to him.

The two figures tackle him down and that tackle is quickly followed by a third. "Nice try David but even if it takes all of time and all the hands we have on deck, we will always catch up to you". One of the figures says as they get off the boy laughing. "Milly, Sophie, hurry up, your both hurting my boobs". The oldest of those present says, black hair with brown streaks, with a goth styled appearance.

"Kids time for the cake". A grouchy voice says with surprising vigor and... joyfulness. "Honey did you see that, the little 'devil' just allowed herself to get dirty, I still don't believe it". The grouchy voice comments, as he heads threw a door and stands directly infront of his wife in what appears to be a kitchen.

"Pumpkin, we both know that when it comes to those two the usual rules that govern the life of the great Circei completely go out the window, and honestly it's a relief to know she still has some kid left in her". A serious but also sweet and kind voice replies. "I'll take your word for it, she hardly talks to me, and didn't I say to stop calling me pumpkin, I fucking hate it". The man replied.

"You shouldn't have snuck off and eaten the damn thanksgiving desert then, and language". His wife replies back. "I told you a thousand times, I didn't do it, I hate pumpkin". The man says as he grabs a beer from a fridge and sits down in front of a t.v.

"You know you say that...". She doesn't get to continue before she hears a blood popping scream...

She runs outside to see, at least to her, her worst nightmare come true....