It was the hardest thing in the world for a natural-born Teleporter to fight their instincts. Even now, and probably for the rest of his life, Fletcher just wanted to disappear at the first sign of danger. Springheeled Jack came crashing through the cell door, and Fletcher had to physically jump backwards to stop himself from Teleporting away. Gabe's arm slipped off Fletcher's shoulder and he instantly regretted it, but it was too late.
Jack slumped back against the table, dazed. Once again reacting purely on the instinct of someone who'd never really fought or thrown a punch, Fletcher leaped forward as quickly as he'd jumped back just a second ago, and Teleported Jack away.
"Whu-?" was all Jack had time to say before the table supporting him disappeared, and he fell back onto the wet grass of a seaside cliff ten miles up the coast from Haggard.
Fletcher whirled to face the sea as the sound of it breaking on the rocks below filled the air. He'd meant to Teleport Jack over the ocean itself, but something went a little wrong. Maybe he was just panicking. He could do it now, ensure Jack wouldn't ever be a threat again, but Fletcher didn't for two reasons. First, he didn't have time. Second... he just didn't think he had the guts to kill anyone, even if they were evil criminals.
So Fletcher Teleported back, leaving Jack alone on the bluff. The guy was just getting back to his feet as Fletcher disappeared, and the Teleporter reappeared back in that tiny block of a cell room just in time to see Anton Shudder barreling through the open doorway. Probably to finish Jack off. He stopped pretty quickly when he didn't see Springheeled Jack against the table, though.
"Where's Skulduggery?" Fletcher asked Shudder quickly, before he could leave again to finish the fight. They had to warn him about Scarab and the two Engines.
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It was the hardest thing in the world for a natural-born Teleporter to fight their instincts. Even now, and probably for the rest of his life, Fletcher just wanted to disappear at the first sign of danger. Springheeled Jack came crashing through the cell door, and Fletcher had to physically jump backwards to stop himself from Teleporting away. Gabe's arm slipped off Fletcher's shoulder and he instantly regretted it, but it was too late.
Jack slumped back against the table, dazed. Once again reacting purely on the instinct of someone who'd never really fought or thrown a punch, Fletcher leaped forward as quickly as he'd jumped back just a second ago, and Teleported Jack away.
"Whu-?" was all Jack had time to say before the table supporting him disappeared, and he fell back onto the wet grass of a seaside cliff ten miles up the coast from Haggard.
Fletcher whirled to face the sea as the sound of it breaking on the rocks below filled the air. He'd meant to Teleport Jack over the ocean itself, but something went a little wrong. Maybe he was just panicking. He could do it now, ensure Jack wouldn't ever be a threat again, but Fletcher didn't for two reasons. First, he didn't have time. Second... he just didn't think he had the guts to kill anyone, even if they were evil criminals.
So Fletcher Teleported back, leaving Jack alone on the bluff. The guy was just getting back to his feet as Fletcher disappeared, and the Teleporter reappeared back in that tiny block of a cell room just in time to see Anton Shudder barreling through the open doorway. Probably to finish Jack off. He stopped pretty quickly when he didn't see Springheeled Jack against the table, though.
"Where's Skulduggery?" Fletcher asked Shudder quickly, before he could leave again to finish the fight. They had to warn him about Scarab and the two Engines.