HIYA EVERYONE! I know I've been gone for a very long time but that's because I'm a)still doing college work and b)being inspired by incredible fanfictions of Red Eye. That is my latest obsession (as well as the delicious Cillian Murphy!) ^^

For those who've been waiting for my updates on my other fanfics (especially Flash to the future), don't worry, I will go back and work on them some more. I'll admit it, I did lose interest, but I'm willing to continue if you guys are still interested.

Anyways, this is my first attempt on a Red Eye fanfic and this is probably one of the toughest I may be working on.

Thoughts

"Speeches"

"Whispers"

xXx – Scene Change

Flashbacks

Summary: Two months has passed since the incident. Both have continued their jobs. Jackson has an assignment yet to complete. Vengeance. But when there is a sudden twist of events, he finds that he needs her help, but will she be more willing to assist?

Disclaimer: I take no ownership of this movie. If I did, I would've at least done a sequel by now!

Repercussions

With a bolt, he sat upright from his bed, sighed and stood as he proposed to start his day. Jackson rolled his eyes to the corner of the room, watching the handle of the clock shifting from 5:30 to 5:31. Damn, he thought, fell asleep for too long. He stretched his arm upwards and felt a sore ache; another job done, another assignment to begin. He picked the envelope beneath his door and flipped through the brief images and information given. Jackson shuddered slightly as he remembered he was only wearing his light blue pyjama trousers. Time to get warmed up. The blue-eyed manager began his morning exercise with several press-ups, squats, sit-ups and chin-ups. His last move was to head to the bathroom, intending to take a shower.

Jackson Rippner started his day like any other.

xXx

He stepped into his black BMW and drove to begin his latest mission. All his assignments by far were successful.

All except one.

One that had happened on that fateful day, where he was beaten to a pulp by fragile-looking female. He made the mistake of underestimating her greatly. He horribly regretted crossing paths with her. Although he messed up and was sure the company would have annihilated him for it, they decided to keep him as he was too valuable to let go. But a failure like that again, he was sure-no-he knew they would make certain that his corpse would never to be found.

Of course after the chaos of that day he would have been thrown to prison once he was healed, but he had his sources. Every worker of this profession had his informant to bail him out if anything was to go wrong. And boy did things go disastrously.

Vendetta. That was all he craved for. He wanted retaliation, to grab hold of the neck of that aggravating woman; to pull her hair and throw her out a window of the highest building in Miami. He despised that woman with passion. She destroyed his reputation. And he spent the last two months reviving it once more. Lisa Reisert was no longer of his concern, as his employers informed. Jackson was advised to go back to focusing on his obligations. The company was to handle Lisa. Although he reluctantly agrees, he will not give up on his vengeance. He will find her, and once he does, he will kill her, after he makes her suffer. Lisa was his to kill and his alone.

The blue-eyed assassin halted his trail of thoughts and parked his car across the street, watching warily into the house of his next victim.

xXx

"Hello," A young brunette picked up the phone, "Lux Atlantic Resort, Lisa Reisert speaking."

"Yes hello," the other line spoke, indicating a masculine voice, "I'm looking in to book for next week…"

Two months has passed since the incident and Lisa, being the workaholic she is, continued to run her hotel since then. It was a good distraction. She just couldn't keep lying around weeping, waiting for Jackson's hunger for revenge to track her down. But he wasn't the only one with a grudge; she had her own reprisal for him. Though in reality, she knew she couldn't take him down, as much as she wanted to. She hated to admit it, but he's physically stronger. I should've just shot him in the chest back then, and killed him right there and then, that way I wouldn't be worrying about him coming after me, she sighed, so why didn't I? Lisa wondered, but she knew the answer. She just doesn't have the heart. She's not a killer like him. Besides, she didn't want to scoop as low to his level. She wouldn't.

"Hey wanna go grab a drink?" Lisa was interrupted by her thoughts as she found herself staring at Cynthia's smile.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure," Lisa smiled back, as both headed their way to the bar. The brunette looked up at the bartender, "Hey Demetri, the usual, please." Demetri nodded, knowing by now what she always ordered.

"What is it with you and your obsession with seabreezes?" Cynthia asked; Lisa chuckled slightly.

xXx

Jackson released the knife from the victim's abdomen. He used the handkerchief lying on the victim's desk and wiped the blood dripping on his weapon, to later swiftly leave the house and drive back to his temporary apartment. He showered once more, relaxing the stiffness in his muscles. Wiping his golden locks with a towel, he sat on his bed and closed his eyes. This was a quick assignment and now he had the rest of the day off to relax…yeah right. He needed to use this time efficiently. Time to commence operation: Revenge.

Interested so far?

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Luff,

Mrs-N-Uzumaki xxx