Sinisterly Handsome
He was one of those men with the handsome Irish look, the arctic blue eyes and soft brown hair. A very, unforgettable look that can sometimes send chills down your spine. The look that Lisa Reisert fell for. She was lured by this character and his soft, yet deep voice as though he was speaking in poetry. Although she never noticed that frightful glint in his eyes. Indeed, he was sinisterly hadsome.
He deserved to die in the end, for what he had planned. His evil plan to destroy the rich Keefe family, for their money, of course. And Lisa was the right path to getting there.
However, he was now lying on the floor, two bullets penetrated in his system, killing him slowly. Lisa fell into the welcoming arms of her father, Joe Reisert, as he dropped the shot gun on the wooden floor.
"You win...", the psychotic killer rasped as he felt fate coming towards him. Those two simple words were his last words to be heard and his name will never appear again on the face of the earth. To both Reisert and Keefe.
Chapter One Bay Breeze
Lisa Reisert picked up the ringing phone at the study area hall, the same one she used to call the police. Just as she answered it, memories rushed through her head, her hockey stick against the knife. She grew silent for a moment wondering who was on the other line.
"Lisa? Are you there?" a familiar voice asked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Cynthia," Lisa said, getting off her train of thought, "I just woke up and I am very cranky. I didn't want to yell at you."
"I understand. Are you scheduled for today?" Lisa's friend asked.
Lisa searched for her schedule on the desk in the five star hotel, Lux Atlantic Resort folder. She skimmed through the papers and found her name under that day, "Yes, starting at eight in the evening until one in the morning." she replied and closed the folder.
"Alright. So do you want to hang out or something?" I'm not on until tomorrow evening." offered Lisa's good assistant.
Lisa shrugged as she stumbled into the washroom. The morning sunlight was seeping through the glossy windows, "Why not. Meet me at the Coffee Lounge before eleven, okay? You know, the one beside Lux Atlantic."
"A girl's morning out before eleven. Got it, alright. See you there, bye." and with that, Cynthia hung up.
"And how about you two ladies? What would you fancy?" a tall, scrawny waiter asked as he stopped by their table.
Cynthia smiled at him with bright eyes and a blushing complexion, "Hello, sir, I would like to order a small lattĂȘ (not good with accents) and my friend here, she would like a Bay-"
Before her friend made an order, Lisa cut her off, "Um, no, I will have a small cup of coffee, milk and sugar. Thanks."
The waiter scurried away and Cynthia gave Lisa a strange look, "But I thought you like the Bay Breeze?" she gasped.
"Well, not really, no. That was a year ago. Now I've changed a lot." smiled Lisa.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, um...cheap gum you gave me, tasted horrid." Lisa mutted dropping her head on the table.
She had no clue whatsoever who this man was or what he wanted. All she wanted was for him to let go of her auburn locks that had been done earlier. She was just on her way to work at a five star hotel resort, when suddenly she was pulled into a dark alleyway. She couldn't scream or move because this man was so strong that he could have broken her rib cage when he wanted to.
"Your name is Cynthia Mays, yes?" a deep and harsh voice hissed in her ear.
Cynthia gave a small nod, which was all she could manage.
"In any way, can you do me a favour, Miss May?" he asked, still no change in tone. He loosened his grip around her mouth so she can speak in a tiny voice.
"Okay, sir, just don't kill me!" whined Cynthia.
The man chuckled, "Why would I do such harm on a fragile being like you?" then in a much more stronger voice, he growled, "I have a friend name Lisa Reisert and she had dumped me long ago. It killed me from the inside out. We still have to talk. Be a really good girl and invite her to some drinks tomorrow morning and I won't have to kill you."
Cynthia tried pushing him away, but he just wrapped his fingers around her throat making it harder to breathe.
"Don't think I'm alone on this, Mays. I actually have a whole army of assasins waiting on my command with one simple phone call." the man grunted, "are you up to the favour?"
Cynthia nodded once again.
"Good. I'll be watching you at the Coffee Lounge before eleven. And as for tonight, you'll be sleeping at a rotted down hotel, with all my gaurds around it. You have no phonelines to call the police, and I will discard you of yur cell phone. I'll see you tomorrow, Cynthia Mays. Nice doing buisiness with you." with that, the man let go of her and simply walked away.
It all came back to her on what she had to do. While Lisa was still almost unconcious, she helped her up and dragged her to the parking lot. It was a sunny day, but there was darkness lurking around. She found those cold eyes, just behind some fences, and gave him a signal. Cynthia layed Lisa down on the warm pavement, as the man came towards her.
"You're really easy to handle, Miss Mays." he bent down and lifted Lisa's chin up so he could stare into her closed eyes.
"Hello Lisa. Did you miss me?" he whispered.
Lisa tried budging her eyes open, but she couldn't there was a drug running through her veins, but she made out the face in only a bit of his features. It was him.
"Jack..." she gasped in shock. Lisa snapped out of her unconsiousness so suddenly and crawled away from him, "It's Jack! JACK RIPPNER! But...how?" she turned to find her friend Cynthia, the look on her face in guilt and sorrow.
"Nice to meet again, Lesse."
"How did you survive?"
"Oh, I have my ways. As for now, I have some unfinished business, that I want to complete."
