The Hostage

Chapter one:

Jackson Rippner sat in the dark in his new shiny black Jaguar. It must have been about 5:00 in the morning.

"No, no, no. I can do that today." Jackson said on the phone. He was outside the Starhill apartments. The snobby rich apartments as his target called it. It was about time he got a new job. After ten years of his job, he has gain a great amount of respect. This little mission was going to be an easy job. Maybe one of the easiest. His target was a thirteen going on to fourteen year old, schizophrenia patient, ninety five pound Arival Lavine wannabe.

"Of course I name her fucking name! I've been following her for the last fucking five weeks!" He yelled at the other person on the other phone.

"Yeah, I'll get her to New York in about three days. It's a long road trip you know." He said.

"Right. Debby McCooper will get to New York, I promise." Jackson said then hung up his phone. He put away next to the picture of Debby. He picked it up to study it some more, but he knows a lot about her so what was the point?

Jackson knew Debby's background. Going to live with her aunt and uncle in Seattle while her dad was off working, her mother died two years ago making her depress and hearing shit, and also the fact that she calls the voice inside her head Jack. Which he thought was annoying at first. He knew everything about this depressing punk rock girl.

Jackson put down the picture, and then picked up the picture of his wife, Lisa Rippner. He remember that day they met in the airport. Life was funny. He looked over from Lisa to their daughter, Hope. Lisa was holding Hope in her arms. She must have been about five there. Lisa was smiling that perfect smile she had. He misses the days were everything was right.

Debby McCooper woke up with Three Days Grace playing in her ears. She left her IPod on again. That was ok, it was the only way she couldn't hear Jack. Her dyed black hair was messed up, but a good shower wound fix that. She paused her music. She took out her big red headphones and plugged in the IPod into her charger. She grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom that was just across the hall. It was nine o'clock in the morning. That was the best thing about summer break. Having a nice sleep in and no one yelling to get to school. Her school was in New York, were she did live, but she was in Seattle. She had to live with her Aunt Kitty and Uncle Edward in downtown Seattle. Of course, just like the rest of her rich family, they were snobby as hell. Aunt Kitty and Uncle Edward were in there mid 50's. Aunt Kitty was still young looking, while Uncle Edward looked his age.

Debby ran the shower on cold. She didn't like the heat. After a ten minute shower, she got into her 'horrible depressing clothes', as Aunt Kitty wound call them. It was just simple ripped jeans and a blood red t-shirt with pins in the sleeves. Debby loved the look. She thought it was cool. Aunt Kitty wanted her to dress up in girl pink outfits.

You should just die! What are you waiting for? No one loves you anyway!

Jack was busy this morning Debby thought. She sighted and dried her short hair. After she did that she went to the kitchen and grabbed her pills. She took two. Every day she took two in the morning and two before she goes to bed. She hated being schizophrenia. The pills made him go away for half of the day, but it made her sleepy and dizzy sometimes. Aunt Kitty entered the kitchen.

"Oh Debra. Good morning."

"Morning Aunt Kitty. Where is Uncle Edward." She asked getting a bottle of water.

"Work. As always." She said with that snobby laugh that was so fake.

"Oh. I see."

"Debra, since you are up, I must show you a dress that you can wear to the orchestra concert tonight."

Crap! That was tonight!

"Oh no Aunt Kitty, I all ready have a dress." Debby protested.

"That depressing black one? Nonsense." She said grabbing Debby's wrist and dragging her to the master's room. A pink dress laid on the bed.

"What you think?"

"I'm going with the black one." Debby said in a zombie like tone.

"Please, just try it on." Aunt Kitty pleaded.

Five minutes later Debby came out of her room with the dumb pink dress on. Aunt Kitty clapped her hands.

"I love it!" She said, "What do you think Debra?"

"I think it's burning my flesh." She said like the crabby teenager she was.

"Oh, must you hate everything?"

"Hey, when can I call dad?" she asked.

Aunt Kitty eyes grew sad, "He's in a meeting last I checked with him. Sorry dear."

"Whatever, I'm use to it." Debby said.

"You know he loves you."

Yes, he soooo loves you Debby. He loves so much that he sends you here. Away from him!

Debby didn't know if that was her talking or Jack.

"Debby, I'm going to go shopping today, do you want to come along?"

"Um, I don't feel all that good to be honest." Debby lied.

Aunt Kitty put a head to her forehead, "You don't feel warm."

"Mmm, I feel sore. Like really bad sore. And dizzy." Debby kept lying.

"Maybe I shouldn't go to the shops today." Aunt kitty said.

"No. I don't want to ruin your day of shopping. You go shopping. I'll just stay here." Debby said, praying in her head that Aunt Kitty will not stay home.

"You sure?"

"Positive." She said

"Well, ok then. Uncle Edward will be home around three. I'll be back around four. We'll get ready for the concert when I get home. Also Debra, can you check the mail when I'm out please." Aunt Kitty asked her to do.

"Ok."

"Let's just hope you get better in time for your birthday." Aunt Kitty smiled. Debby smiled along.

About twenty minutes, Debby was alone in the apartment. She has been in Seattle for a little more than a month, and this was the first time she was home alone. It was boring, but peaceful. Once she was out of the flesh eating pink dress, she got back into her red t shirt, and black jeans instead of the other ones. She got her IPod and big red headphones. She put them on and the IPod in her jacket. She put on Three Days Grace again. Then she grabbed her black old ripped converse. She was going to check the mail.

She got out of the apartment and down to the lobby.

He's behind you.

"Who?" Debby asked him.

Heheheheheheheheheheheehhe, you finally answer me? The creepy cold voice asked.

Debby didn't answer.

"Just bills." The lobby manger said.

"Thanks Paul." She said while he handed her the bills. She went to the elevator. Once she got in she played her music.

"Hold it please!" A man said coming towards the elevator. Debby stopped the doors from closing and let the lanky man get in. She paused her music.

"Thank you." The guy said. He was about a head taller than Debby. He had wavy short brown hair and icy blue eyes. He was pretty handsome.

Too bad I'm only fourteen. Debby joked to herself.

"No problem. What floor?" She asked.

"17."

"Me too." Debby laughed.

The doors closed. Debby could feel the man watching her. She tried not to look but it was hard to not look at him. She suddenly turned her head to him. The man was taking by surprise. But he laughed.

"Everything ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, sorry."

The man just smiled, "I'm Jackson by the way."

Oh God! Anything but Jackson. Ok, whatever. You're probably never going to really see him. No big deal.

"Debby." She said.

"Nice to meet you." Jackson said holding out his hand.

"Likewise." Debby said shaking it lightly.

"How old are you Debby?"

"Thirteen. Fourteen in a few days."

"Oh. That's must be marvelous." Jackson said.

Debby forced a smile on her face, "I guess."

"How long have you lived here?" Jackson asked.

"MMM, about a month. I'm living here with my Aunt and Uncle for the summer while my dad is off doing work."

"Oh. That must be a bumper. Being away from your friends."

"It's ok." Debby swiftly said.

The elevator stopped. Jackson and she got out. They were going down the same hallway.

"Were do you live?" Debby asked when she stopped at her door and begun to open it.

"Well, you see. . . . " Jackson said.

Debby opened the door and begun to walk in.

"I don't live here." He finished.

Debby turned around, "Are you visiting a friend?"

Something about his face turned from nice and friendly to threading. Debby begun to worry.

"Something like that." He said in a cold tone.

Jackson pushed Debby inside her apartment and lock shut the door. Debby was on the floor looking up. She tried to crawl away. This couldn't be happing. This just couldn't be happening to her!

Jackson grabbed her feet and pulled her between his legs. He flipped her away and knelt on her stomach gently enough wear she couldn't get away. Debby tried to push him off but he was too hefty for a ninety pound girl to push. Jackson grabbed her arms and pinned them to the ground. With his free arm he cupped his hand around her mouth. She was screaming and kicking, but become to feel dizzy. She couldn't stay awake.

When Jackson was sure that she was passed out he got up and pulled out his cell phone.

"Got her." He said.