I decided to write this sequel to Red Eye after watching the movie almost nonstop for an entire week and going onto fanfiction

I first fell in love with Red Eye not too long ago, a fact made evident by the fact that I watched it almost nonstop for an entire week. Hoping for an upcoming sequel, I was extremely disappointed to find that there probably wasn't going to be one due to the fact that there was no solid script in the making. Now, I can understand why they haven't tried to make a sequel as it would have to either reach the same level as or outshine its predecessor to keep it from ruining the first movie.

So, in the hopes of inspiring someone with the talent or the contacts to revive Red Eye I decided to write what I can see as being a possible sequel based on some comments Wes Craven made in one of his interviews. Sometime soon I will be watching the commentary and that will hopefully shape my ideas further.

For those of you who are hoping for a sequel like me and have written stories for the same purpose, I beg of you to read and review and help me perfect my work. If you don't wish to write it out for the whole world to see, feel free to email me at my main email address as all help would be extremely appreciated.

In a different respect, this will be relatively short as it doesn't take much book script to make a movie. If you haven't noticed they only take about 20-40 pages out of a book to make a movie (coughcoughHarryPottercough) and with Red Eye being a shorter movie, it means a shorter script.

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RED EYE CHARACTERS OR IDEAS, EXCEPT FOR THE ONES I CREATED (but if wishes came true…).

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Jackson Rippner was in a bad mood.

His entire life's work was devoted to being in control and all that had been ripped away from him after the fiasco his last assignment had turned into. Not that it hadn't been a success, but one thing had happened that he hadn't counted on. Lisa Reisert had fought back and now here he was, handcuffed to a hospital bed with an IV drip laced with morphine to deaden the pain and a government agent watching his every move.

Jackson could see him through the open door of the room, talking to what he could only imagine was one of the new interns. He tuned them out as he turned his attention back to the ceiling, the sound of the morphine drip and heart monitor echoing in his head.

Lisa Reisert.

The two bullet wounds in his chest flared with pain as Jackson remembered the bitch who had gotten him in his current situation. Flexing his handcuffed wrist, he gritted his teeth as he slowly shifted himself into a more comfortable position. From what he had gleaned from the multiple agencies who had shown up shortly after his hospitalization to interrogate him, she was doing well and still had her job at the Lux Atlantic. Though, to his credit, they hadn't gotten anything back out of him.

Looking over at the flirting intern who kept flashing her cleavage to the guard, he watched as she wrapped herself around his arm and started to pull him away. A red flag went off in his head when he didn't see his guard immediately return to his post, his eyes never leaving the door. A few seconds later he watched as a well-dressed man slipped into the room, immediately recognizing him as a company man.

"Hello, Jackson."

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Lisa Reisert was in a good mood.

The entire nightmare surrounding the red eye flight four months ago was almost finished, Rippner going on trial for terrorism charges in less than two months. It also gave her a little peace of mind knowing that he was handcuffed to a hospital bed and supervised 24/7 by trained government agents, and with Keefe giving her updates every week.

That was another thing that had made this whole situation bearable. Keefe had been extremely understanding about her part in the attempted assassination and had told her not to feel guilty as anyone in her position would have done the same thing. He had also offered her government protection in case Rippner's company came looking to finish the job, but she had refused. Having government agents following her every move and cautioning her about her everyday routine would just make her relive the whole situation.

Thinking happy thoughts as she drove into work, she turned up the radio as the news chime sounded and the reporter started talking.

"In today's news police apprehended Henry Patterson as a part of an ongoing investigation of the robbery at the Marathon gas station off I-75. If you recall, the cashier at the Marathon gas station was held at gunpoint as the thief took off with all of the money and a tank of gasoline. On another note, terrorist Jackson Rippner will be going on trial soon for the attempted assassination…"

Lisa turned down the volume on her radio at the mention of Rippner's name, not wanting to spoil her good mood. More than one night she had woken up, scared to death that he might be standing over her with that 12-inch KA-BAR and his ice blue eyes brimming with hatred. Hopefully the trial would provide her with some closure and allow her to get back to her normal life, though the news people were beginning to back off now that they knew they weren't going to get anymore out of her than they already had.

Pulling into her customary parking spot in the back of the hotel, she casually looked around for anything unusual as she put up her parking tag. Turning off the ignition, she grabbed her purse and made sure she put her keys in it before getting out and locking the doors. Waving hello to several of the employees who were taking their smoking breaks in the back, she quickly made her way towards the front doors. As she called out to them she felt herself bump into something and drop her purse, the contents scattering everywhere.

"Sorry!" said the man she had unintentionally bumped into as he crouched down to help her retrieve her things.

"No, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going!" apologized Lisa as she crouched down as well as her skirt would allow and started stuffing things back into her bag.

"No, no, I wasn't looking either." said the man as he handed her her wallet. "By the way, I'm Lucas Werner, but most call me Luke."

"Lisa Reisert." said Lisa breathlessly as she took it and hastily put it back into her bag. "Thank you so much for helping me."

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I did otherwise?" asked Luke as they both stood up and shook hands. "Besides, you're probably tired of dealing with all those news casters and assholes from the government."

"Yeah, a little bit." said Lisa jokingly as she brushed back a little bit of hair from her face. "I'm sorry, are you staying here?"

"I did the last few nights. Very nice hotel you have here, by the way." said Luke, gesturing at the hotel.

"Thank you." said Lisa before glancing down at her watch and seeing she was almost late. "I'm sorry, but I gotta go or I'll be late."

"Don't worry about it." said Luke as he waved it away.

"Thanks again!" shouted Lisa over her shoulder as she hurried toward the door.

"No problem!" returned Luke as Lisa reached the door.

Stopping as something clicked in her brain, Lisa looked over to where she had just seen Lucas Werner to find he was gone. Swiftly checking the parking lot she slipped inside the hotel, to safety, where Cynthia was probably waiting with her morning cup of coffee.

"Hi Lisa!" said Cynthia cheerfully from her spot behind the front desk. "I just made a fresh pot of coffee."

"Thanks, Cynthia." said Lisa, trying to convince herself that she was just being paranoid and Luke had just been another high-end guest.

"What happened to your purse?" asked Cynthia as Lisa set it on the counter and started to organize it while looking for anything suspicious that may have been slipped in.

"I accidentally bumped into one of the guests on my way in and my purse fell all over the sidewalk." said Lisa as she dumped everything out.

"Oh, you mean that guy with the spiked brown hair who just left?" asked Cynthia excitedly as she took a sip of coffee. "He's hot." Lisa laughed as she started looking through her things and putting them back in order.

"How long did he stay here?" asked Lisa, careful to keep her tone nonchalant.

"Two days." said Cynthia with a dreamy look in her eye. "He said he was here on business."

"Did he now?" asked Lisa as she came to her wallet.

Her heart nearly stopped when she saw a folded piece of paper wedged inside her wallet that hadn't been there the last time she looked. Carefully pulling it out she unfolded it to see four words quickly scrawled on it in big letters.

WE NEED TO TALK.

"What is that?" asked Cynthia, snapping out of her little fantasy for Lucas Werner.

"Nothing." said Lisa as she quickly refolded the letter and shoved everything back into her bag. "I'm just gonna finish this in my office."

"Have fun." said Cynthia, her attention turning to two guests who were waiting for assistance at the front desk.

As Lisa stepped into her office she carefully looked around before locking the door behind her. Sitting down in her chair she quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number she had memorized through sheer use.

"Hello, Lisa."

"Hi, Mr. Keefe." said Lisa, struggling to keep her voice level as she eyed her wallet.

"I told you to call me Charles."

"I'm sorry. It just seems a little weird to call you Charles."

"Are you okay? You sound a little shook up."

"Oh, I'm fine. I was just wondering if I could possibly visit Jackson Rippner." said Lisa, her fist clenching.

"You know I can't do that Lisa. He's a dangerous man."

"I know that, but I just need… closure." finished Lisa, realizing her lie had more truth in it than she intended.

"Lisa, I still don't think that's such a good idea."

"It would only take a few minutes and there's guards there and all." said Lisa quickly, sensing Keefe was beginning to break down.

"I would feel much safer if you just talked to him over the phone."

"Please, Charles. It has to be in person." said Lisa, hoping the use of his name would help her win.

"Fine. I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you so much Mr. Keefe, I mean Charles." said Lisa before saying her goodbye and hanging up.

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How was that? Trying to keep with the promise of being short and getting all the opening stuff out of the way before getting into the plot.

Once again, I'm begging you to review as I want this to be the best it can possibly be. All credit will be given as I'm not heartless, nor idiotic enough to ruin the chance at another review.