The Easy Way

AN: Wow, more and more reviews. That makes me very happy! I'm really glad that everyone likes this! If you have any suggestions of what you want to happen, please feel free to tell me. I love suggestions! And, just a little bit of info… if there are mistakes in this, I'm SO sorry. I'm rather sick at the moment, so my wonderful typing capabilities aren't exactly up to par! Anyway, hope it doesn't affect the overall whooness of the story!

Part Three:

Lisa stood in the office with the scarf clutched tightly in her hands. When Cynthia finally came back there her knuckles were white from how hard she was gripping it.

"Lisa, what's wrong?" Alarm shot through Cynthia's voice. Lisa shook her head once, and then looked down at the scarf in her hands.

"Ahh, nothing." She said, hastily stuffing the scarf into her purse. "I was just… thinking."

Cynthia looked at the scarf that had been so quickly stuffed away, but she kept herself from asking about it. It was rather obvious that Lisa was not in the mood to speak about it at the moment… that didn't mean that she wasn't going to quiz her about it the first moment that seemed opportune.

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Jackson, of course, had managed to stick around the hotel long enough to see Lisa's reaction. She walked out of the office, and her face was paler than usual. He was rather pleased with himself.

The scarf had been a reminder that he knew she wouldn't need. He was positive that she was spending every moment that she had during her spare time thinking about him and the new threat that he was imposing upon her. He wanted her to worry about him.

As she walked out of the hotel, he stood within five feet of her, shadowed at the corner of the building. He resisted the temptation to step out then and there; of course, he knew better. He had to wait until the moment was exactly right, and then he would take her. It had to be perfect.

She actually turned back to look at the shadows where he stood, and he saw the suspicion clear on her face. "Come on Lisa, come check it out." He murmured softly under his breath, his eyes lighting in anticipation.

However, after a moment, she simply turned and continued to walk towards her car.

With a slightly disappointed look, Jackson pushed himself from the shadows and made his way silently along.

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Lisa was nearly to her car when it happened. A hand grabbed her shoulder, and she froze, immobile. A feeling of horror came over her, and her breath caught in her chest. There was something wrong about this… she was too terrified.

Whoever it was that held her was not Jackson. She didn't even know how she could tell; she hadn't turned around. There was just something inside of her that recognized the level of fear that was washing through her, and Jackson had never frightened her quiet this much.

Holding herself completely still, she spoke softly. "What do you want?"

She heard a chuckle, and suddenly her knees went weak. She knew the laugh… she had heard it two years ago… "Oh God… no…"

"Yes." She was spun around, coming face to face with the man who had raped her two years earlier. "Did you think that you'd never see me again?" She was pushed roughly against a car.

She struggled, lashing out at the man. "No! Get away!" She was shouting, but no one came to her rescue. Why didn't anyone in the hotel see her? Of course, she was blocked from view by her car… no one was going to see her. No one except… maybe… no, she couldn't escape one psycho by being rescued by another.

"Now then," the man pulled out a knife, pressing it against her collarbone, "I think you remember how this goes?"

Rationality quickly fled her. "Jackson!" She screamed it in pure terror, and the man sliced into her chest. It was exactly opposite to the side that he had cut before, and her body froze in complete terror. She couldn't even scream again. She just kept whispering Jackson's name over and over.

"Whoever this Jackson is, he isn't going to save you." The man in front of her growled, before he started pawing at her shirt. She once again gained mobility, and began to beat at the man once more.

"Are you so sure about that?" Lisa froze once more. The new voice was, of course, Jackson. It wasn't his appearance that shocked her however, it was the sheer fury that seemed to ooze from his voice. She suddenly remembered the bathroom scene…

'Did someone do this to you?' He had sounded… upset about it then. Now, he was watching as it happened all over again. She watched as his blue eyes trailed over her, stopping when they came to her chest. She looked down, and saw that her white shirt was stained down the front in bright red.

The man in front of her suddenly went into action. Lisa was spun around, and she felt a knife at her throat. "Whoever you are bud, I suggest that you just keep moving along. This isn't any of your business." The knife was pressed so closely to her throat that a small trickle of blood began to slowly slide down her neck. The pressure didn't ease off, but the cut was small… Lisa wasn't worried… yet.

Jackson's eyes hadn't left the blood since they had locked onto it. At the man's voice, they looked up. Lisa's heart nearly skipped a beat. The look in his eyes… it was frightening.

"That is where you're wrong. Whatever happens to Lisa, it's my business." He looked at the knife pressed against Lisa's throat, and the small trickle of blood that had made it down to her collarbone to merge with the other cut. His blue eyes were frosty. "You've been my business since the first time I watched Lisa touch the scar you gave her and cry."

The mans eyes widened slightly. He gripped his knife, keeping Lisa directly in front of him. "I swear man, I'll kill her if you get any closer."

Jackson stood completely immobile, his breath coming quicker and quicker as his fury seemed to consume him. Tears were silently flowing down Lisa's cheeks… She gave a small sob, and a gasp as the knife once again bit into her neck. That was it.

In a blur of motion, Jackson pulled a knife from a sheath concealed in his pocket. Before the man could react, Jackson threw the knife. It landed squarely in the shoulder of the arm that held the knife against Lisa's throat. Instantly, the knife was dropped, and the man gave a shout of pain.

Lisa scrambled away, moving behind Jackson. Jackson looked once at her, and then turned his attention back to the man.

"You son of a—" The man started, and Jackson pulled a gun from a side holster. He looked up at him in terror. "Come on man, I didn't do anything to you!"

Jackson shook his head. "Wrong again." He took a step towards him, and pressed the gun squarely against his chest.

"Hey man, wait just a second!" His voice turned into high-pitched terror. Jackson tilted his head, and his lips curved into a smile.

"You better make it good."

He looked at Jackson for a moment, opening his mouth to speak.

Jackson pulled the trigger. The gun only gave a small sound, wonderful silencer… The man's body instantly slumped down, shock and terror still apparent in the wide and staring eyes. Jackson looked down at it with disgust before turning to Lisa.

She was staring up with blank horror on her face. Jackson holstered the gun and walked over to her. He crouched down, "You need to get to a doctor Lis."

She stared up at him, and shook her head slowly. "You… you killed him."

He nodded once, throwing a disgusted look over his shoulder. "He deserved it."

"You…" Jackson looked closely at her. The paleness that had been on her face before was being replaced by an almost waxy look. "I thought that you were a lousy shot."

"Lisa…" Jackson started before her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she slumped over. Jackson caught her, swearing.

He couldn't take her to the hospital, not with the cops still looking for him. He couldn't just let her die, not when he had everything so perfectly planned out… Her death was definitely not part of the overall plan…

Quickly, he came up with a simple solution. With long strides, he carried her back into the hotel. He walked directly up to Cynthia, who stared at Lisa's limp body in horror.

"She was attacked in the parking lot. Call an ambulance." There was a hospital almost directly beside the Hotel; it wouldn't take more than a few minutes for them to get there. Jackson quickly fished the scarf from Lisa's purse, and pressed it to the cut on her chest. Cynthia quickly made the call, and then came back.

"What happened?" Cynthia asked after a few minutes of staring silently.

Jackson looked down at Lisa's limp form, and curse once more. "Keep pressure on this cut." He informed Cynthia, and then turned as he heard sirens. That was quicker than he thought. He needed to get out of there…

Of course, he wasn't just going to leave Lisa. He planned on following her to the hospital… he just didn't plan on doing it in handcuffs when he was recognized.

Cynthia stared at him blankly. With a growl of frustration, he grabbed her hands and pressed them against the scarf. "Pressure Cynthia!" He looked down at Lisa once more before spinning.

He made it out of site just as one of the paramedics made it into the hotel. They instantly put Lisa on a stretcher and carried her out. Jackson gave a short nod, and then sighed. He was going to have to dispose of the body before he could go and check on Lisa.

It wouldn't do for her to be put up on murder charges after he had just saved her.

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AN: Well, what do you think? Suggestions? Comments! Whoo hoo. Okay, sorry (It's about 2 in the morning, I'm just a little out of it from being sick.) I have vague ideas about how I want this to progress, but like I said before, ideas are welcome… and if you people want this to be a longer story, the more ideas the better!

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