My first Red Eye fanfiction! Woohoo! This is just a little something I have been toying with, and I have finally decided to write down. Honestly, I am not exactly sure what all is going to happen, I am a passenger as with any other reader along for the ride. I do hope you enjoy it … I am sure it will be a bumpy one.
And please review! This will both clue me in on if I should continue and what kinds of things you guys would like to see in this story. As of yet, I am not sure I am actually going to make this a "true" Lisa/Jackson story. While I LOVE those sorts of stories, I have some of my own doubts on whether or not they could truly survive as a couple … but we shall see.
Oh yeah, I do not own anything except the plot and any characters that did not appear in the movie. :-) All else belongs to Wes Craven (genius) and Co.
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It was completely dark, she didn't think she could see her hand if she waved it in front of her face, if she could have. She was not sure why it was so dark, or how she had gotten there, but she did know she wanted to escape.
Her hands were tied tightly behind her back in the chair she was sitting in; her legs were each tied to a leg of the chair. She could not move, and her muscles were getting cramped, making her believe she had been here for more than a couple of hours.
The fact that she was tied to a chair in the pitch black was scary enough, but what was even more terrifying was the fact that she had no recollection of how she could have gotten there. She searched her mind frantically, looking for any sort of clue as to how she could have gotten there, but nothing came to mind. The last thing she remembered was stumbling up the stairs to her apartment, before throwing herself onto her bed for some much needed rest after a night out with Cynthia.
The two of them had gone out to celebrate Cynthia's birthday. It has been a great night; both of them had gotten blind dates for the other, dressed up and went to one of the most expensive restaurants in town. Following that, they went to a bar and had some drinks, and even did a little bit of karaoke, drunken style. The two men had thought that Cynthia and Lisa were a bit odd, but laughed nonetheless at their antics on the stage. Everyone had had a good time.
Dan, her date that night, had driven her home, where Lisa politely turned Dan down for a 'little more fun' as he has said, and left him at the door with a sendoff of a polite peck on the cheek. As far as Lisa could remember, there had been no kidnapping attempt from the door of her home to her crashing onto the bed fully clothed.
A slight shiver ran up Lisa's spine. It was not possible he was back, though she kept seeing him everywhere. She knew it was silly and just paranoia, but part of her, that scared girl from the parking lot, still existed within her. She kept whispering to Lisa that she needed to run, hide, and to jump at every little sound. But Lisa, for the most part, ignored that part of herself. Lisa felt it was time to finally shut the voice off, and start actually living in the present, rather than hiding as she had been. That was one thing she could thank him for … for giving her a life back. For making Lisa realize how she had let that incident take control of her life.
Lisa frowned darkly and pulled at the ropes around her wrists, wincing as they cut into her. She tried wiggling in the chair, to see if it was weak, but that just made the rope at her ankles cut into her. Lisa pushed back the pain and continued to struggle against her bindings a few minutes more. Tears of frustration were trying to force themselves from her eyes as her continued efforts only brought her more pain.
Lisa let out a little scream of frustration, yanking with all of her might on each side, wobbling the chair. Lisa's scream of frustration turned into a cry of help, long minutes passing before she broke down into sobs. Her wrists were now raw and bleeding, her throat sore, and the scared little Lisa was officially out of her box.
"Help me, someone," Lisa whispered, lowering her head to her chest. Much time had passed, and yet no one had come by, to either kill her or to torture her. All Lisa wanted at this point was a way out of these bindings.
A blinding light was suddenly shone in her face, making Lisa cry out a little and shut her eyes tightly, trying to cringe away from the pain of the brightness.
"Now, Leese, I would have expected you to last a little bit longer," someone hissed. Lisa's eyes popped open, that voice sounded familiar … but no, that could not be him, it was impossible….
Lisa looked frantically in the shadows, trying to find the source of that voice, but all she could see was the blinding light. Squinting her eyes and said "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Though Lisa had wanted her voice to be strong, it was airy and scratchy from the screaming, and actually had a slight hitch to it.
"Uh-uh-uh," the voice came from the darkness again. "I am the one who will be asking questions, Leese, not you. I am the one in charge."
Lisa felt a spark of anger and fed it. I am not weak, I am not weak, Lisa chanted mentally to herself. She took a deep breath, and then another. "Then what do you want?" her voice shook unsteadily, the hitch ever present.
She felt eyes staring at her from the darkness; moments passed in silence, the only sound was Lisa's heavy breathing and the other man's light breathing that was almost a whisper. Lisa slowly gathered herself in the silence, and looked around, still trying to pinpoint where the voice was.
"I want your pain." His voice was like a crack in the silence, and Lisa flinched at the hatred that it held, and Lisa's fear came back fourfold.
Bright lights suddenly turned on, making Lisa cry out as pain pierced her eyes from the sudden brightness. As Lisa's eyes adjusted, she could make out more of her surroundings, such as they were. Bare concrete walls with a light bulb hanging in the middle of the room and a steel door with him standing against it was the only thing notable.
His eyes were glacier blue, but seemed to burn with hatred and some other emotion that Lisa could not quite place. A small smirk curved along the lines of his lips as he drank in her fear. Lisa could not help the shudder that ran up her back. His eyes and that slight smirk held promises of the pain he would make her feel.
Jackson shifted slightly and started toward Lisa, flashing the knife he had in his hand. Lisa closed her eyes in fear, tears slowly running down her face. She could deal with this if it had been a frontal assault and she had a chance of defending herself. But here she was, tied to a chair, completely defenseless. Hopelessness washed over her, and she desperately wished that this was a dream.
"This is not real," she whispered to herself, shaking and wishing it was.
"Ah, but Leese," she felt his breath on her cheek and snapped her eyes open, to see him leaning over her, a cruel smirk on his lips. "This is reality, your reality." He ran the knife almost tenderly across her cheek and down her throat to the spot on her chest and rubbed the knife up and down.
More tears spilled down Lisa's cheeks. "Please," she whispered brokenly.
Jackson tsked. "Ah, Leese, I had hoped it would take longer to break you." He stared at her a moment, before sighing deeply. "Such a pity," he said as he cut deep into her flesh where the scar was.
Lisa's scream of pain was accompanied by the loud shattering ringing of a phone in the distance. But all she could focus on was the pain now lancing through her chest. Jackson smiled at his handiwork. "Ah, Leese, so pretty when you bleed for me." He cut her again and again, and again, each deeper and more painful than the last.
The shattering sound of a phone rang again, jerking Lisa out of her sleep, tears running down her face and the scream's echoes dying.
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A/N: This is shorter than I try to make chapters, but this is what it is at. Please review! This will let me know if I should continue it or not. I have to admit, however, that this writing is a great stress reliever!
If I do continue, I am going to try to update once a week. Probably a Sunday night. Thanks for reading!