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I am a hostage to my own humanity;
Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I've made.
Maybe it's because he doesn't know what else to do. Or maybe it's because there's nothing left he could do. His life has been royally fucked after the whole Keefe ordeal. That doesn't mean his life has been a cakewalk before that red eye incident, no, his life has been in one big shithole for the longest time. He has nothing; he never had anything, except for his job and all the benefits that come with it (namely the money and all the crap he can buy to fill the proverbial empty hole in his chest). So maybe that's why, when his employers offered him a chance to redeem himself, he accepted. Of course, he won't be getting any big jobs for a while. As the old saying goes, "the higher you climb, the harder you fall," and he fell hard. He's going to have to crawl his way up again due to losing the integrity of his employers.
And so, his current assignment: tie up his loose-ends and then disappear for a while. Someone else will finish off Keefe. His ego is in shambles. Maybe he shouldn't have been so cocky. His loose ends are none other than the cause of his predicament, Lisa Reisert and her father. They are the only ones who really know of his assassination plot and what he looks like (Lisa knowing the former more than her father, naturally). While he was playing dead on Joe's foyer, both Lisa and her father went outside to let the police in. He took the opportunity to escape through the back door and ended up passing out under a parked car about ten blocks from the house. One of his associates (the one that Lisa didn't kill) found him and took him away before the police made a clean sweep over the neighborhood.
He took a few months to nurse his wounds and wallow in his misery. During those months, he continued his surveillance over his main target, albeit through his laptop. The spy cams he had installed before actually meeting her were still there. As he watched her, he discovered that she was a little more cautious and alert of her surroundings, but also a little more confident. Her entire physique is screaming, "I refuse to live in fear and you don't scare me, Jackson!" She stood straighter, smiled brighter, and even went out more often.
"Guess my deflated ego inflated yours, huh, Leese?" Jackson smirked into his laptop as he watched her grab her purse and exit her apartment in a nice, but simple, little black dress. She was to meet Cynthia tonight to have a few drinks; then have dinner. Cynthia will most likely drag some poor sap along to introduce to Lisa in hope that they would hit it off and Lisa could score something along the lines of "happily ever after." Lisa, humoring her best friend, dressed nicely as to not disappoint her.
Jackson smiled as he snapped his laptop shut. Tonight, he'll make his way to her apartment. He'll wait for her to return; then he'll take care of her. After that, it's off to daddy's.
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Jackson made himself comfortable at Lisa's place. He had picked her lock easily enough and was now curiously snooping around. He could tell she had some really nice stuff from his laptop, and now, physically being there proved him right. Some of the things in her apartment were pretty high-end. Of course, being the practical woman that she is, those items were useful, and were not there just to take up space.
He walked towards her kitchen after scoping out her bedroom, bathroom, and yes, even her closets. Everything was spotless; yup, full-on OCD. He opened her fridge and peaked in – barely enough milk for a cup of coffee, half a loaf of bread (the brown kind, what was it? Whole wheat? Whatever, it was the kind he hated), some leftovers, cold-cuts, a few TV dinners, orange juice, romaine lettuce that seems to be wilting, some cherry tomatoes that might have been fresh a week ago now looks pretty pathetic, an almost empty bottle of blue cheese salad dressing (it seems she wants to eat healthy, but then again, healthy food never tastes very good unless drowned in something not-so-healthy), and a full carton of eggs (he rolled his eyes).
He reached into the fridge, intent on grabbing the orange juice carton when he heard some movement by her front door. He closed the refrigerator without taking the juice and straightened up. There was a faint sound of someone slipping a key into the lock and he smiled to himself. Well, it's show time. With his trusty KA-BAR tucked under his jacket, he stood in her kitchen, waiting.
The front door closed shut. When the sound of her high heels' clicking came closer, he quietly slipped out of the kitchen, right into her view. She froze, her eyes wide; doe-like, and she seemed to stop breathing altogether (although her mouth was hanging open quite unattractively). He smirked at her, his eyes growing colder each second. Then something surprising happened. Lisa closed her mouth and narrowed her eyes. Her shoulders squared and she took a wider stance. She looked determined and completely unafraid. She also looked completely stunning that way, like she's ready to fight to the death (in a clingy black ensemble, no less).
Jackson's shoulders slumped slightly and his eyes softened. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten so close.
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