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I've been enjoying the wonderfully written red eye fanfic "There's no script for anarchy" by chussiee93. It's a must read!

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Thoughts

"Speeches"

"Whispers"

xXx – Scene Change

Flashbacks

Summary: Two months has passed since the incident. Both have continued their jobs. Jackson has an assignment yet to complete. Vengeance. But when there is a sudden twist of events, he finds that he needs her help, but will she be more willing to assist?

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye…yet. (LOL kidding)

Chapter 2

Lisa carelessly dropped her keys on the table nearby her door and fell sloppily onto her sofa. She lifted her hand to see the time and yawned.

8:50 PM

It wasn't that late, but with all the work she does a day, she felt fatigued. Lisa headed to her room to change into her cosy, white pyjamas to head back downstairs, grab a bowl of ice cream and watch a classic movie before she decided to sleep. Things haven't changed that much since the incident. She went back to her old and quite lonesome life whereby she worked during the day and watched classics during the night.

Of course Lisa had her difficulty in trying to return to her old life, revert to her previous routine, but she is managing. At the start, she had developed some disturbingly recurring nightmares about Jackson suffocating her until the very last breath passed her lips, but they slowly lessened as time passed. Although that still didn't ease the realistic pain she endured after bolting awake, where she caressed her neck to making sure it was just a nightmare.

Shaking her thoughts away from the unsettling dreams, she flipped her television on and began watching one of her favourites.

xXx

Jackson watched as she lay softly onto her sofa with her bowl of treat. Tonight's the night, he thought as his lips formed a wicked smile. His company warned him about letting his priorities slip for this woman. But Jackson needed closure. This was personal. He wants to make her suffer until the last breath that ends her very existence.

Slipping out of his Black BMW, he vigilantly marched closer to her home. It's payback time.

xXx

She was twenty minutes into the movie when she finished her ice cream, and so she stood up to head to the fridge for some extra; when all of the sudden, she heard a peculiar noise. Shaking away her suspicion, the brunette went back to filling her bowl, only to end up hearing another soft clatter. This time, grabbing her hockey stick from the coat closet, Lisa headed up her stairs guarding her body behind the stick, hoping it was her mind playing tricks on her again.

The area was deadly silent. The only noise that can be heard was Lisa's heavy but quiet breathing being released from her lips. The brunette came to a sudden halt in front of her bedroom door. She didn't remember closing it.

Panic started to arise as it caused her heart to hasten against her chest. With her weapon ready in hand, Lisa instantly burst into her room. When there was no response, she switched on her lights, only to be met with the sight of her room. Nothing was different. Her work clothes still lay on the bed, her umbrella drying in her bathroom, her—wait…her windows; did she leave them open? She guardedly paced towards her window and closed it, to then hear the constant heavy droplets of rain being swung by the eerie whistling sound of the wind crashing against her window. Thunder and lightning exploded into her ears, startling her. Lisa quickly changed back into a defensive stature and swiftly turned her entire body to check nothing was creeping behind her back. Her eyes darted across the entire room as it continued its harsh, silent atmosphere. Lisa, however, was still unconvinced. She warily held her door knob, preparing to check behind it. She directly shoved the door away and had her weapon ready in hand. Still there was nothing.

This is ridiculous, Lisa chuckled to herself, I'm being way too paranoid. Once she reassured herself of no danger, she paced backwards to head out, continually checking the sight of her bedroom, just in case…

Still striding backwards, Lisa held the door knob in her hand, intending to close her bedroom. Until she felt a sudden bump on her back.

She froze. Terrified of turning. No…God please no…She slowly and carefully curved her head, eyes closed, intensely praying; only then, to open her eyes and find her nightmares coming to life.

There she stood, staring into the harsh, cerulean eyes of Jackson Rippner, as his lips turned up into a cruel, sinister smile.

TRAILER, that I've created for this fanfic will be uploaded on youtube shortly!

I'm sorry this was short but I intentionally wanted to make it quick and snappy for an intense atmosphere.

I need feedback people! So review please!

Luff,

Mrs-N-Uzumaki xxx