Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye, unfortunately.
"Your next job is to kidnap the daughter of Richard Bruno. Her name is Isabella Bruno, 8 years old. Your flight is in an hour, get ready and I'll send the rest of the information to you later." Jackson's boss informed him.
Jackson nodded, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now go, Rippner. Do not fail me."
"Yes sir."
With that, Jackson left and packed for his flight quickly. Then, he made his way to the airport, and routinely checked in and boarded the flight.
The flight wasn't any more interesting than any other. Except one of the middle aged stewardesses kept trying to flirt with him. He shuddered, she was damn ugly.
Finally, the flight landed in Boston, Massachusetts. Jackson left the flight, got his luggage, and left.
His cell phone rang, startling him and a bunch around him. The text was from his boss. He looked and it entailed the details of Isabella Bruno. It also included the details of where he was staying at for the time being.
But first, he needed to kidnap Isabella. Since, that was the main focus, it had to happen first.
Man, these jobs can be really rushed, Jackson thought.
He found a car rental place and rented a car, not that he had to worry about paying it. His company would do that.
After driving for what seemed like hours, he arrived at the address of the Bruno's.
Knife in hand, he got out of the car and walked up to the house. One of the first floor windows was open, in which he could easily slide right in without having to worry about them knowing at first.
He slipped in and sitting right there was Isabella.
She opened her mouth to scream but he covered it with his hand. "Don't scream. Don't move, okay? I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have to."
Isabella nodded, her eyes screaming what words couldn't say. Help...
"Good girl, Bella."
Her eyes widened at the mention of her name. How did he know? Her eyes screamed.
"I need to go talk to Daddy, okay? If I let go, you won't scream."
He let go. She didn't scream. But she did speak.
"Daddy's not home. It's just me." she said.
"You have to come with me." Jackson said as he gripped her hand, pulling her along.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No" Isabella said, stubbornly.
Jackson couldn't believe he was sitting here, arguing with a nine year old like this.
"Bella, be a good girl and I won't hurt you."
"No."
"Bella..." he raised the knife and she ran to his side, gripping his hand. He led her out of the apartment. Of course, Jackson wouldn't actually use the knife on her but he needed to get her to come without a srtuggle. H was too tired for this.
They got to the car and Isabella got into the backseat. He started up the car and drove off towards the hotel they would be staying at for the next 2 or so days. They couldn't stay here for too long, or the cops would be on their tail.
When they got to the hotel, he quickly checked in and went to the suite. Bella was lagging behind him and he was getting frustrated.
"Bella..." he said in a reprimanding tone.
"Don't call me that. No one calls me that." she said. She sounded, stressed, sad, and absolutely terrified. At least she had a reason.
"Too bad, Bella. Now hurry up."
"No. I wanna look at the paintings."
Jackson rubbed the bridge of his nose. This was not going to be easy.
"Since you know my name, it's only fair that I should know yours." a tiny voice spoke from right next to him. He jumped in fright and she giggled. He glared down at her and she shut up. They kept walking towards the hotel room.
"Jackson." he said.
"What?"
"My name is Jackson."
"Oh."
Finally, they got to the hotel room. It was nice, but not necessarily one of the nicest. There was a couch on the far side of the room. There was a kitchen and two bedrooms. It was suited for this particular job.
For the first time, Jackson got a good look at Isabella. She had bright blue eyes, much like his and straight auburn hair. And she was tiny, even for a nine year old. She also had a large, gruesome scar running down the diagonal of her face.
"Jackson?" she said.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Why are you so mean?"
"It's my job."
"I don't believe you."
"And why not?"
"Because that's what everyone says."
He sighed, not willing to argue with her anymore. She was difficult.
"Go get ready for bed. There's a suitcase of your things that my associate packed beforehand. It's in your room on the right."
She ran off to do that. And awhile later, he heard her voice calling hr from her room.
"JACKSON!"
He walked in to make sure she wasn't dying or something of the sort. "Yes?"
"Will you tell me a bedtime story?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Meanie."
"Just shut up and go to sleep."
"No."
Sigh...
A/N: SO here's my new story. Sorry if it's rushed. But oh well.
I'll update later on. Please review!
-Harley