Chapter 2

Jackson was the second last person who entered the flight. He had been careful that Lisa hasn't seen him. It was perfect. He carried her father's wallet and felt very sure in what he did. Another routine management of an assassination. Only that he did a killing part now. He hadn't killed for such a long time and he remembered when he had grabbed Lisa by her hair and pulled her to him. He had been ready to kill her. He had already felt that adrenaline push and that joy. But then he had only felt pain until he had lost consciousness. He swore that this would never ever happen again.

He entered the long corridor and finally the plane. The stewardess wished him a nice flight and showed him where he sat. Jackson thanked smilingly and confidently walked through the small plane corridor. He looked at the people sitting or storing their luggage. He waited until he could pass and stopped in front of seat 18F. Lisa sat there, staring out of the window. Her nice brown hair shimmered in the light. Another Red Eye flight for her, Jackson thought. And she would never guess how fatal it would get. It was one o'clock in the morning. He had time until half past six this morning.

Plenty of time, he hoped. But last time it had been very short. This time, he would not be that nice and allow her any chance to escape. Lisa didn't look up and Jackson sighed. She was so cute.

He sat down and looked over to her. She turned around to get to know the seating neighbor for the flight. Her eyes opened widely and her mouth opened, too. But she wasn't able to say anything.

'Hello, Leese' he whispered already in his threatening tone. 'How are you? We haven't seen for such a long time.'

'No' she whispered in disbelief.

'Well, yes. See, that's what I told you. You women see what you see but don't believe it. Try it with male-driven fact-based logic. I know what this male-driven fact-based logic tells you: Do not attract any attention' he said and fastened his seat belt.

She looked at him.

'You should fasten your seat belt, too' he advised her. 'Could get a dangerous night.'


Lisa decided not to start a fight and just looked out of the window. What could he do? Kill her? He wouldn't be stupid enough to kill her during the flight. He would immediately be charged. Threaten her? Whatever he tried this time, she knew him and she was absolutely sure that whatever kind of pervert plan he followed, he would not succeed. Just like last time.

Jackson smiled when Lisa turned her head away. The flight attendant said that they would start and the plane rolled off to the field. He examined her. She grabbed the seat hard. She still was afraid of going by plane. He bent over to her.

'Still fear flying?' he whispered into her ear.

She looked at him. There was nothing else than disgust in her eye. She hated and disrespected him. He had tried to kill her. He was pathetic. She didn't know that this flight was going to be a horror trip and that what followed even worse. She didn't answer and continued staring on the world getting smaller under them while the plane was gaining height.

(Just watching Red Eye again…am laughing at my computer…such a perfect movie) Lisa grabbed her seat harder.

'So, how's your dad?' Jackson asked.

Lisa looked at him. 'The only possibility to distract me from my fear of flying now is killing me' she answered angrily.

She was quite pale and she had dark rings around her eyes. She must have had a rough time since my last visit, Jackson thought.

'You know, this can happen sooner than you think' he whispered and smiled his evil and psychopathic smile.

She did not know to respond or rather decided not to. 'You won't kill me in here, Jack' she said confidently.

'Well, Leese, since our last visit I learnt a lot and we both know that I know a lot about you. I will not do the same mistake twice.'

'Why are you here, Jack?'

'Listen, Lisa, we have the whole flight time because I don't care if my colleague in front of your dad's house kills your dad or not. The only thing I want is that you play along and do as I say.'

'When you kill my dad anyway-'

'I won't do anything. My colleague has the mission to kill him at half past six in the morning. When I call him, he will go off. And I will call him when you did what I will tell you to do.'

'Then tell me' she said strongly. He just laughed at her, so nicely.

She has no idea who she's fucking with, he thought. 'Not now. I will first wait until we're fully in the air and cannot be disturbed anymore. Don't even think about attracting attention. Wasn't worth it last time, was it?'

He looked at her and she stared into his light blue eyes. His scary light blue eyes that looked at her so intensively. Her back got cold when she looked into those eyes only showing evil and the very worst of human. How could a man like him become someone he was now? When he had had a childhood…wait, he had told her that since he has been 10 years old nobody called him Jack. That meant, he must have done something very bad and scary for everybody in the age of ten. No wonder, his name was Jackson Rippner.

She didn't doubt that he was an honor to this name.

he stared back out of the window. Right now, there was nothing she could do. She remembered the last time of their common flight. She had asked him for being called Jack but he denied that nobody called him like that. Of course not, too much relation. But she hadn't paid attention to it and just remembered immediately: When he said his own name, he said Jack and not Jackson. That had been the first signal that something was wrong. Now she knew, but too late. She already know that something was wrong because that psychopath was sitting next to her.

'You really going to kill me?' she asked slowly and tried to stay calm.

'Let's see how things develop.'

There were two women fighting inside of Lisa. One told her that he wasn't the guy who killed people and he had even admitted that he was a lousy shooter. But the other person reminded her on the scene with him and the knife and her and the hockey bat. He had pushed her down the stairway, pulled her up by the hair and unfortunately he hadn't had the time to stab her.

He could have been much faster. She was sure he would be this time. He had used the knife like a toy and was so used to it. He had had no scruple to knock of her, the old lady and her father. He had promised to keep his father alive so he could see what he did to her. She guessed this wasn't valid any more. But she couldn't forget how charming he had been and how nice. Even when he had told her his true nature. She remembered that scene in the restrooms. She didn't want this to repeat.

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