A/N: Yay, my first Red Eye story, go me. If you haven't seen the movie yet, and don't want to be spoiled, don't read this, because it will be your own fault, and not mine that you were spoiled. This story takes place Lisa's perspective. I may write a companion to this story that takes place from Jackson's perspective, but that all depends on the feedback from this story. But if you really want me to do Jackson's perspective, leave a review and tell me, if enough people do that, I will. And sorry this chapter is so short, I didn't want to end anything else to it, but I can't leave it out. Future chapters will be longer. Congratulations for reading all the way through the authors note, few people ever do that so consider yourself special. Now, on with the story.

Lisa looked out the window, gazing at the airport scenery, lost in her thoughts. She held the pen in her hand. Her free hand moved up and slowly and silently undid her seatbelt, letting it move out of the way. She thought back to the plan she had thought up. She knew she was taking a risk with it. She knew that if Jackson caught her she would be in trouble. She knew she shouldn't be doing this; it could get her dad killed in the end. She only had one chance, and she knew she had to take this chance. Wouldn't saving four lives and only losing one be better then four people dying just so one could live, even if that one person was her father? 'Yes,' she thought, trying to convince herself one last time that she had to do this, she had to take this chance. She felt tears coming to her eyes, but held them back, she had to make this work; tears wouldn't save her now. It didn't help her then either, on that fateful day two years ago.

"It happened in a parking lot," she said to no one in particular, though when she thought back on the moment, she decided she was just trying to come to terms with it in her own way, not that she was using it in a plan to escape. She could feel Jackson's eyes on her. 'I shouldn't be doing this!'

"The scar," she clarified, even though she didn't want to tell this madman anything more about her, he already knew too much. 'This is wrong.'

"Two years ago." Had it really been that long? It seemed like just yesterday he was standing in front of her with that knife, ready to kill her. She felt tears start to come to her eyes. 'You're making a mistake.'

"In the middle of the day," where everyone could see, she added in her mind. He had wanted to humiliate her, in front of everyone, making the scar not only physical, but emotional. 'You don't have to do this.'

"He held a knife to my throat, the whole time," she recounted. She could still remember the feel of the smooth metal against her neck. She turned her eyes back towards the window, silently shuddering at the memory. 'Stop. Now. While you still can.'

"Ever since I've been trying to convince myself of one thing over and over," And it still hasn't sunk in, until now. Her mind stopped working, knowing there was no turning back after she had said this. She fought back her tears once more; she had to be strong for this.

"That it was beyond your control," she heard Jackson say. After all the planning he had put in to get them to this moment on the plane, she thought he would have been smarter than that. Perhaps what he said was true, perhaps in the years to come she would realize just how little control she had over her own life, but right now, at this moment, all she could think about was getting away from Jackson, and running for her life. She looked over at him, making eye contact.

"No," she said. She slipped the lid off the pen. Turning towards him, she made eye contact, preparing for the last part of her speech. 'Oh please God, let this work.'

"That it would never happen again," she said with conviction. She saw Jackson look at her blankly, but then saw realization cross his face. 'Please forgive me Dad.'

A ding was heard throughout the cabin, signifying that they could unfasten their seatbelts. She saw Jackson glance up. 'This is it,' she thought, 'This is my chance.' With only a moment's hesitation, she lifted the hand that held the pen, and with all her might flung it at Jackson's neck. Right before the pen hit its mark, she felt someone jerk her hand away, and making her hit the chair instead. She looked up at Jackson and saw the anger and rage filling his eyes. 'Oh, no.'