Jackson Rippner stood still while the others around him. His thoughts were being cruel to the people in front of his eyes, how they ware all so stupid and small in front of him, they were searching for things like love, and friendship and passion from each other in this busy and cold world. Not Jackson. He considered himself to be one of the "lucky" few whom knew better then to look for those things that did not exist.
He was standing was standing outside of a beautiful grand hotel, the golden doors making it easy for him to see himself for what he really was, nothing more then a stone cold killer, a "natural born killer" they told him, they being the people he used to work for. "Used to work for," he thought with anger in his ice blue eyes. The then memories of six months ago fled into his mind. That stupid fucking weak bitch Lisa Reisert He let himself fuck up, he let his stupid emotions get the best of him, feeling sorry for the ugly bitch, a woman had a defied him, a women something that by genetic law was weaker then he! "Never again," he thought with a sick smile playing across his stringy jaw.
It was because that bitch he had spent three months in a psycho word. Jackson spat at the word "Psycho." How could they think of him as mad? They ware mad! It didn't take Jack long to escape, only a month in his "Life in Jerry Hills state Psychiatric ward"Center was he able to find a way out. After his escape he layed low for a while, he knew it would be suicide to regain forces with his old management team, they would kill him right there and then for the mistake he had made, and he knew it was all too soon to look for "Her."
So Jackson did the smart thing, he got a new name, a new team and a new look.
He now went by Steve Micknaire, a nice suitable name he thought when they asked him what he wanted to change it to.
He never liked Jackson anyway, his father gave it to him. The very thought of his "dad" sent hate through his blood. He hated his father so much, he made Jackson's life a living hell when he was younger. His father was always telling him, he would never be any better than anyone, that he wasn't like his other brother Mark. That he was never going to be half the height or half the man as mark.
But his anger so grew in to pleasure as the memories of Jackson stabbing his father to death with his favorite knife came into play.
He never felt more alive as he killed his family. First he crept late into his father and mother's bedroom, then he very carefully tied their hands together and placed duck tape around their mouths. Although Jackson was very young at the time he was very knowledgeable on how to kill. Before his parents went to bed he had placed special sleeping meds that would insure that when Jackson stabbed them they wouldn't give to much of a fight. Slowly by slowly he stabbed them each and carefully let the blade of the knife slide into their flesh, making their death slow and painful.
Jackson's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he thought of it. His perfect victory.
Jackson felt his favorite weapon in his hand, his hand tucked away in his Ralph Lauren dark blue wool jacket. His pale long finger rubbed the cool metal. His newly dyed cut dark raven hare felt cool against the winter wind, his ice blue eyes making the girl that past him warm. Jackson smiled as a pare of slutty women passed him by, they were giggling and talking in whispers and looking at him in awe.
He only flashed a fake smile at them, this made them go weak, and gave them a sense of inserts. "How weak," he thought as they walked by. They all wanted him, they wanted him for his charm, for his body and looks. Jackson had power over people and he loved testing them, how much pain he could make a person go through before they break and fall into his overpowerment. How he longed to break her, how he would break her in so many ways she would fall in nothing at all except her own sorrow.
He waited six long mouths, he waited for this day. Today was going to be the day she would never forget.
He took out his freezing cold hand and his eyes laid on the time, 9:58 am was the time his diamond encrusted Rolex said.
"Almost time," he thought. He had been following Lisa for the past three weeks now, she had changed, since the last time he watched her.
She was less careful of people, which surprised him. She was more open and more willing to show her sexual side to men, she would flirt with people, she was just more happier.
Which killed Jackson. He wanted her to be fearful of him, did she not know he would come after her? Was she not afraid of every man whom she saw? Did he not scare her enough?
Jackson looked at his watch again, 9:59 am. "Here it comes," he thought. Jack knew Lisa always came out from her apartment at ten o'clock sharp, never a minute less or more.
He had made it so that her car, which was usually always waiting for her in the front of the hotel room, so that it would be moved to the left street ally. This would make it so that she must walk alone in a hidden ally way, which would be perfect for him, to snatch her right there and then. "All too easy," he thought with a sick smile.
"Thank you, Barnabe," she said to the doorman in her soft, loving voice which Jackson hated. It was so nice and sweet, it made his blood boil.
"You're welcome, Ms. Reisert. Oh miss, your car was moved to the ally to the left of you," said the balding old man as he pointed where her car would be.
"Oh really, Barnabe, may I ask who authorized this?" she ask in a light voice. Jackson knew she was a bit frightened but no one would guess unless they knew her.
"Oh, Mr.Thomas" he said. Mr.Thomas was the security guard of the hotel, he knew of Lisa's near brash with a "Psycho Assassin" and he promised her he would keep her safe by arranging anything that she needed. Car, cell phone service, etc.
But Mr.Thomas was no match for Jackson, he killed him Early that morning before he forced him to make the call to change her car from being in front of the building to the back of it. It went smooth as silk, Jackson would never fail. Never again.
"Are you sure he said it was...safe?" she asked, her voice being a tiny bit lighter.
"Yeah, he told the valet to do it this way, its only for today, the manger of the building was told a high profile celebrity would be staying here, and he wanted his car parked in front. You know how those celebrities are," said Barnabe.
Lisa smiled and looked at the limo that was in front of her. Jack knew she was plotting out all of this in her head, making sure it mad sense. She stood there for a while and smiled. "OK, then. Have a good morning, Barnabe," she said she she tipped the door man, who was smiling happily. Jackson grinned evilly.
He waited for the street to gather more people before he stared following her in the all way. "Finally alone at last," he thought as she turned into the dark way. Even though it was a bright morning the shadow of the tall building was dark as night.
"Perfect," he thought. The streets were so busy and noisy being almost time for Christmas, no one had noticed him or her go into the ally.
Lisa walked slowly to her car, opening her purse to look for her keys. Finally as she moved to open her car he grabbed her throat and place a freezing cold hand over her mouth. Jackson felt her hot tears running down his hands. He smiled and pulled her in front of him. Her eyes opened in shock, she tried to scream or kick but Jackson was too fast for her. He moved his legs and forced them against her, with his other hand held down her wrist and entire body. Weight was pushing her hard against the car, he new she was in pain from this very uncomfortable position.
"Why hey there, Lise. Aw, what's the matter, no hello? How are you? Well, I must say I'm hurt you don't seem to happy to see me," his voice was light and normal. This made her fear him Even more, there was no emotion in his voice at all.
"Well for someone who's only been thinking and dreaming of this moment for the past six months, its hurtful," he said as he looked into her eyes.
Lisa was shaking her head and trying hard to fight him. He knew she was trying to say "Please don't," he smiled to himself, she was afraid, he loved it.
"Well, Lise, I think its about time we get you in your car, don't want to cause much attention as we did in the plane," he said as he smiled. Jackson took out some scratchy rope and tied her hands together, then he did her legs. He stopped then looked up at her mouth covered in black tape.
"Lisa, you have beautiful legs, did I ever tell you that?" he asked as he didn't wait for the answer and pushed her in the car.
"You know, I love the tinted windows. Lise, you made this all too easy for me, you know that? It took me only two weeks to find you. I had to, of course. Wait till it was the right time, what better time to tear you away from your precious father than Christmas right?" He asked as he smiled at her.
"Well, lets see, I feel like you're ignoring, since you're not talking much, so lets take off that tape shall we?" he asked as he drove away.
"Aw there, much better isn't it?" He asked
"Please Jackson don't hurt me," she said shaking quickly.
"Hurt you? Oh, Lise, how can I hurt you? I thought we had something, you and I.
I won't hurt you. No, Lise, I'm going to break you into a million tiny little pieces. What I'm planning on doing is going to be far much worse than hurting," he said, still carrying that light chipper voice that made Lisa uneasy.
"You know, Lise, I'm ashamed of you. I thought you would have done better than that Thomas guy, what a joke. You know he cried like a baby when I shot him. He was much easier than you, I must say, when it comes to phone calls being made. That was too easy," he said.
"Please Jackson, don't do this, please?" she begged, looking into his eyes.
"Awww, Lise, you're so cute when you're tied up and about to be broken. Must say, it's a good look for you. Oh, we are going to have sooo much fun together," said Jackson as he smiled at her and lifted his knife to her neck. "Oh I can't wait, can you?" he asked over the radio which was playing Moon Light Sonata. Lisa closed her dark green eyes, letting one single tear roll off her face, as she broke into his power. Jackson looked at her eyes and he knew he had won, and he continued to drive in his revenge.
The End