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Jackson sat staring out the window of his dusk damp apartment building. He looked out into the darkness cloaking the small city he now called home. He sat there for what seemed like hours just staring, staring and thinking.
He couldn't seem to escape the thoughts of her lately; in fact she seemed to be all he thought about. All he could smell was the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the sweat and exhaustion of fighting. All he could see were her dark hazel eyes, so accusing, as if she could see straight through all of his rough exterior and professionalism to the man he really was. All he could hear was her pleading voice saying "You don't have to do this….any of this."
All of these thoughts led him to where he was now, in a musky room staring at a city in shambles, and drowning in his own guilt. He hated her for that, her ability to make him feel. Lisa Riesert was the only woman, the only person in fact, who had ever succeeded in breaking him down, in making him regret.
He longed desperately to return the favor, to make her pay for what she had accomplished. He wanted her to regret her so called triumph. He wanted to forget her, to leave her damaged beyond repair, eternally broken so he could finally erase the image of her glaring down at him as he lay dying on the floor of her father's home.
He didn't die and even though he knew she knew that, he wanted her to feel what that really meant. She needed to understand what it meant to come so close to killing him and fail. He escaped the charges, the police, the sentencing, all of that was easy. Now all he needed to do was escape her and after planning for months on end he finally knew how he would do that. He would destroy her sense of reality and break her till the point that she begged for death, staring up at him, tears falling from those once accusing eyes as he looked down upon her.
She thought she had found his sense of compassion, she thought she had found his weak spot in his pity for her experience in the parking lot. As he buttoned his white dress shirt and slipped on his black suit jacket, he smiled. After what felt like years of planning he knew he was ready. He was ready to show Lisa who Jackson really was. He was ready to show her just how compassionless Jack could be. With that final thought he locked the door behind him and made his way downstairs. He got in his car and drove to a place he was more than just a little acquainted with; his blue eyes gleamed with excitement. "I've missed you more than you know Leese."