Hello! This is a fan fiction for Red Eye, quite obviously. I adore the movie, Cillian Murphy and Rachel McAdams, so I'm quite excited to play with the characters and story. I am hoping to have several chapters. This will be rated M for language and mature adult content. Of course I'm one of many who finds a Jackson and Lisa pairing really sexy and alluring. So here it goes! Please review. It takes a couple of seconds and it's greatly appreciated! I love recieving feedback, even if it's just a couple of words. Thanks!
One Simple Phone Call
Lisa sits shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as Jackson swipes her credit card with a loud click. "Here we go, Leese." His voice is very uplifting, but so fake it cuts through her like a knife.
Turning to look at him her eyes are glossy and bloodshot. "Please," Jackson watches her mouth form the plea, "don't do this. You don't have to do this." She shakes her head and bites her lower lip, trying her hardest not to burst into a new stream of tears.
Jackson smirks and dials the hotel number, the number keys making obnoxious beeping noises. "Let's just get it over with, okay?" Jackson places the phone gingerly into Lisa's trembling hand.
Bringing the phone up to her ear Lisa takes a deep breath, her right hand clenching the receiver tighter with each ring. Don't pick up, she begs. Don't pick up, Cynthia. For once, just please be somewhere else. But her hopes are shattered when Cynthia answers the phone in her usual chipper voice, only slightly clouded with sleep on her graveyard shift. "Lux Atlantic, this is Cynthia."
Jackson's eyes are burning the side of Lisa's face, the ice crystal orbs piercing her. "Cynthia, its Lisa." Lisa takes a shuddering breath, preparing to make a mistake she knows she'll never forget. "I need you to do something for me."
"Lisa? Are you in Miami?" Cynthia inquires making Lisa mentally strangle her. She doesn't want small talk, she wants to get this over with, and she wants Jackson's charming face to stop staring at her jaw line with that sinister glare and smug smile.
Lisa shakes her head. "No, I'm on the plane. The flight was delayed. I won't be in Miami for a little longer." Her voice threatens to shake but she keeps swallowing hoping that her fear is simply resting on her tongue.
Jackson rolls his eyes and Lisa turns to look at him, her eyes glossy yet again, her face growing paler. "Come on, Leese." Whispering Jackson is almost as bad as yelling Jackson, she can imagine. His voice is eerie and quiet, with more behind it than just impatience.
Lisa turns back to looking straight ahead at the cradle the phone rests in. "It's about the Keefe's." Lisa's voice stings, her eyes prickle with tears, and then just when she thinks Cynthia is going to start speaking in a shrill voice of panic the phone goes strangely silent and the plane begins to shake a little.
Lisa grips the seat with her free hand, her left one, and keeps a tight grasp on the phone in her right. She suddenly realizes that the phones are no longer working due to the turbulence on the plane. With her mind reeling Lisa swallows, nodding her head like Cynthia is still speaking to her, her voice still carrying syllables into her awaiting ear.
Jackson, unaware, continues to watch Lisa with a look in his eyes that seems unnatural for someone like him. He's watching her with some sort of emotion that she can't quite place. With his eyes he seems to be assessing every curve of her neck, the tone of her skin, the colour of her eyes, the exact shade her hair is in the dark and in the harsh light. She turns only slightly so he won't see the screen of the phone and looks right at him, her eyes watching his instead of just her peripheral vision playing with her. Jackson smirks, and then looks a touch unguarded. He quickly smoothes the front of his crisp shirt and plays with his jacket before settling into his seat, lifting is guard again and watching her with cold eyes, intimidating her again.
Lisa nods again as if Cynthia is telling her someone of great length causing Jackson to stiffen a little. "Look, Cynthia, I understand, but that's not going to matter anymore, okay?"
Jackson smiles and watches more carefully, relaxing just a touch. "That's it," he mutters between his smiling lips.
"Yes," Lisa says into the dead phone as the plane thrashes around suddenly causing her grip to tighten on the seat, her breath catching in her throat. "There's a lot of turbulence, Cynthia, so can you hear me?" Lisa sighs. "Good, now you need to change The Keefe's room, okay? Yes, the Keefe's."
Lisa takes a deep breath as Jackson puts his hand over Lisa's that is clenching the seat in a deathly grip. His hand caresses hers with a fondness she can't help but be surprised by. She relaxes a little, but her heart leaps in her chest and she stiffens again, feeling the hand of a killer on her body causes her to cringe.
Jackson takes no notice, holding her hand awkwardly. "Change their room to suite 4080." Lisa pretends like she can hear Cynthia panic and whine. "I know. But, there's been a major plumbing issue in that room. Maintenance is waiting on the parts to arrive, so for now all of the water is shut off in that room. I completely forgot when I was talking to you earlier. I'm sorry, Cynthia." Lisa nods. "I know. Just make sure you tell them that I authorized it. Their security isn't going to be impressed, so just be calm, okay? I'm sorry." Lisa nods again, shrugging out of Jackson's hand to place her left elbow on the arm rest so her hand can reach her temple.
Lisa sits up straight all of the sudden. Jackson watches her body language and stiffens himself. The plane is jerking a little, but not enough to cause Lisa any serious emotional distress. "Lisa?" His voice is barely above a whisper and it sends a chill down Lisa's spine.
"Cynthia?" Lisa asks into the dead phone. Her mind is reeling. "Hello? Cynthia?" Lisa takes the phone away from her ear and looks at the screen seeing the message printed neatly. Our phones are temporarily out of service. Please try again later. Lisa shows Jackson.
With effortless speed he snatches the phone from her hand and smashes it back into the cradle. "Tell me, Lisa," his voice is very angry, "will Cynthia change the room even though the phone call you just made was cut short?" Jackson has one hand on Lisa's jaw forcing her to look right into his blue eyes.
She blinks slowly. Acting has never been a strong suit for Lisa, but she internally begs that she'll remain believable. "She'll do what I say," Lisa says quietly and effectively as Jackson searches her face for any crease or mark that will tell him otherwise.
He sits back. "And you know this for a fact?" Lisa feels a chill run up her spine. She nods quickly but then stops, watching his face, the way his jaw is cut so jagged and handsome. The tousled dark hair is messy and his suit is sharp and dark, the light colour of his shirt contrasting everything.
Tilting her head, Lisa inquires, "What does it matter? I made the call. That was the deal."
Jackson rubs his forehead with his piano fingers. "I need to make sure that the job is completed, Lisa. The deal doesn't come into play after I get a call."
Lisa shakes with some sort of rage and sadness. Her father isn't far from her mind as she recalls Jackson's words about a certain man in a silver beamer parked outside of her house, rhyming the address off like it was his own home. "You promised me that if I made that call, that whoever is out-
"I know, Lisa." Jackson cuts her off with a firm voice. "I will keep that promise. I just need to get a phone call first."
Save you a seat? You're not stalking me, are you? Just keeping the focus on you and your father. Government overthrows, fancy high-profile assassinations, the usual. But as fate would have it, my business is all about you. You tell the flight attendant, and your Dad dies. That's a knife, Leese.
"When will you get the call?" Lisa asks running through everything Jackson has said to her, from the innocent to the sinister.
Jackson lets out a long breath, clearly growing annoyed. "When I get the call," Lisa dares herself to look at him and sees nothing annoyed about his features. Jackson appears to be relieved, his body relaxed, his eyes a little heavy, even.
Lisa shuts her mouth, the turbulence starting to cause her stomach to clench and unclench with every bump. Lisa feels guilt knot in her stomach, because she knows she just tricked an assassin, one with the power to kill her and her father. I'm a lousy shot. That doesn't mean he has no other methods of killing her and he's got someone skilled right outside of her childhood home. His hands look like they could wrap all the way around her neck and choke the life out of her. His build is intimidating, a very muscular and powerful person. He knocked her out earlier, his head ramming into hers. She shivers, her body feeling chilled, her insides freezing.
Lisa eventually drifts off, her eyes extremely heavy, the plane bouncing and her head giving the occasional throb. It all meshed together to create some sort of twisted lullaby and Lisa fell into deep sleep with an assassin next to her, who was watching everyone around them.
"Lisa?" Lisa jolts awake feeling hands on her shoulders. When she opens her eyes they are staring right into Jackson's. "You want to get off this piece of steel or not?"
She nods, trying not to react negatively while everyone rustles around getting their luggage and heading towards the exit of the plane. Jackson, of course, being a gentleman helps out the blond lady again, with a look of distaste in his blue eyes. He comes back and gets Lisa's luggage, being sure to place her credit card into the one empty slot in her wallet. His elegant piano fingers dancing along the ridges of her other cards making her vision blur. She begins to tilt only to feel his hands reach out to her, steadying her.
"Let's go grab a coffee, alright?" Jackson seems to have transformed into the person he was when Lisa first met him. His eyes are twinkling, his smile appears genuine.
Lisa follows him reluctantly towards the coffee shop inside the airport. Jackson appears to have no luggage except for his cell phone clipped to his pants. Lisa, on the other hand, pulls a rolling suitcase behind her. They take their seats and just when Jackson begins to stand, his phone chimes. Lisa sits up straight her eyes suddenly wide and filled to the brim with new tears. Jackson gives her wink taking the phone from the top of his pants.
"Rippner," he says into the plastic phone. "Already? No, no, not an issue. Yes, I know. Perfect." He brings the phone away from his ear just to hit end. Then Jackson sets it back where he got it, clipped perfectly to the top of his dark dress pants. "Looks like this is where we part ways, Leese." His voice seems so genuine Lisa has to watch him for a moment to be snapped back into a reality where he is a killer and she is a victim.
Lisa stands, the metal chair screeching against the tiled floor. "You promised." Her voice breaks, a single tear rolls down her pale cheek.
Jackson winks again. "Yes, I know." He looks around. "I'm going to go this way," he gestures behind him, "and you're going to go the opposite. Once you are out of sight, the call will be made."
Lisa shakes her head. "Do it now."
Jackson shakes his head. "Afraid I can't," He shrugs then walks towards her. It takes all she can not to cower. "It was pleasant, Lisa. Thank you for your co-operation." He starts to walk away from Lisa, whose knees are buckling, but stops and walks back, placing a delicate hand on her shoulder, his long fingers gripping her. He leans close and whispers into her ear, "You can scream now, if you want. You can tell everyone. But, just know, I'm the one who makes the call to the guy in the beamer listening to smooth jazz." He pulls away and plants a kiss on Lisa's lips.
At first, nothing but disgust churns through her, but then warmth spreads over her skin like she's just stepped into the sun after being in chilly air conditioning. Her body relaxes and her arms immediately go around Jackson's neck, her body inviting him to stay. Without a hesitant thought Jackson wraps his arms around Lisa's waist and kisses her deeper, wondering when she'll let what he just told her sink in, when she'll start to cry and scream and run away.
He pulls back first, much to his surprise and looks at her carefully. "You monster," Lisa mutters pressing a hand to her chest, her fingers dancing along the edge of her shirt, almost rubbing something hidden, something secretively. "Why the hell would you do that? Make the call!"
Jackson smirks. "Off you go, Lisa. Goodbye." Jackson kisses her forehead and turns, walking away, not even making a move to suggest he will use his phone.
Lisa starts to run after him, only to feel her knees buckle. "Make the call," she whispers, "You promised me you'd make the call." Her voice stings, the tears running down her cheeks as she lowers herself to the ground beside the metal chair, table set and her suitcase.
Then, for the first time in hours, Jackson is nowhere in sight, completely gone. Lisa stands, only long enough to take a seat on the chair. Several sets of eyes are drawn to her probably because she looks so fragile and weak; so damaged. Then, her voice feels like it's ready to rip out of her throat as she screams. The sound makes the entire room stare, the people to stop mid-stride as Lisa Reisert lets herself go. Her body shakes as she screams and cries, her mind unsure of what it all means. The menacing Jackson Rippner threatening her father, plotting to assassinate an entire family, then decides to lovingly kiss her and touch her, let his eyes stare at her, let his body tell her things his lips seem incapable of saying. Confusion is the only word that can describe Lisa's state as she continues to scream and cry until finally someone stops staring with a wide mouth and comes over to see if she's okay.
"Miss?" A young girl with stick straight black hair and incredibly done eye make up comes over and squats next to Lisa, her brown eyes searching Lisa's green ones. "Talk to me." She's wearing dark denim jeans and a very baggy t-shirt with some band logo and name written across it. Her hair is dyed electric blue underneath and everywhere in her ears is pierced and every piece of skin exposed on her arms and hands is tattooed.
Lisa shakes her head. "I have to go," Lisa nods a thanks to the girl who stands looking very stunned as Lisa grabs her suitcase forcefully and begins to walk to the front of the airport, determined to get a taxi and go to her fathers house. For some reason, she doesn't doubt that Jackson will make the call. But, she also doesn't doubt that Jackson will find out one way or another that she played him, which means any mixed emotions he had, and any mixed emotions she returned will be shot in the head. Perhaps they can be buried next to her body, for she surely won't survive a week with Jackson Rippner having been played, and played good.
Not exactly what one would call a cliff-hanger, I know. I hope this wasn't terribly dull. I do like to introduce events with lots of description and minimal action. I do promise I will pick up the pace. I am famous for cliff-hangers in my many other works (those works not being on this site because those works are not fan fiction), so be prepared.
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