Author's Note: I own nothing pertaining to Red Eye or its characters. I'm only borrowing them for fun.

I'm not sure how far I'll go with this idea, but I was visited the other day by a band of notorious plot bunnies while reading a manga called Saikano and I couldn't let it go. I'm not sure of this particular plotline's been done before, but it was worth giving it a shot. Let me know what you think! If this works our better than House of Cards, since I wrote myself into a hole with that one. I might see this to the end…with a little help from my readers when I hit a snag )

Enjoy! I just hope it doesn't get too weird…

Be warned! This is rated M for violence rather than sex (for now). If ye be the squeamish type, this fic is not be for ye!

Weapon

A Red Eye Fanfiction by Omega Devin

Prologue

Oh, God…

It's happening again.

Lisa awoke on the floor of her bedroom, curled in a fetal position, wearing only her white cotton bra and panties. The world was swimming before her eyes, materializing in only blurred gray shapes before slowly coming back into focus at crazy and unfamiliar angles. Her head was pounding, her throat was painfully dry, and there was a strange, metallic taste on her tongue that made her stomach roil.

There was a high-pitched ringing in her ears; shrill, painful, and unbroken.

Lisa groaned and attempted to push herself into a sitting position. Her room spun madly in front of her eyes, bringing her dangerously close to the edge of nausea, but she only choked it back as she continued to fight to get to her feet. She had to get to the bathroom. She had to see if it had happened again.

Using her cherry wood dresser to brace herself, Lisa managed to at least get to her feet, but her legs felt like they had no more sustenance than water. The floor tilted, the room spun, but somehow she managed to stagger to her bathroom, using whatever she could to steady herself. She tried to ignore the dark stains she was leaving on her freshly-painted white walls as she dragged herself along… Maybe if she didn't look at them, then they really weren't there.

The bathroom light was blinding, driving into Lisa's eyes like fiery daggers, making her headache flare with fresh agony. She squeezed her eyes shut, wincing and hissing in pain in spite of herself, clapping a hand over her face as though she could physically hold back the unforgiving glare. It seemed to take hours, but when the pain in the back of her skull finally began to abate, she could not make herself remove her hands from over her eyes. She did not want to see. She did not want to see it again. If she didn't look, then the nightmare really wouldn't be here.

But it was there. She could feel it.

Slowly, Lisa peeled her trembling hand away from her face, forcing her eyes open to look at the pale reflection standing before her. A low, horrified groan escaped Lisa's throat, a sound that she thought she would never be capable of making.

There was blood on her again, covering her arms, splattered against her thighs and stomach, staining her bra and panties a sick shade of brown. Just like the last two times, none of it was her own; there was not a scratch on her. And this time, there was much, much more on her than there had ever been before.

But the question remained; whose blood was it this time?

Lisa leaned over her sink, convulsing with a series of dry-heaves that left her weak and shaking as she sank down to the cold tile of her floor, curling herself into a tight little ball as she trembled.

What's happening to me? Please, God… What's happening to me?

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Well, this is definitely the darkest thing I've written in a while, and it's only the prologue. Feedback is always appreciated, but as I said before, please read at your best discretion when reading this!