A/N I saw the movie Red Eye and I LOVED it! It also reminded me of my other favorite movie series, Scream. So I decided to kinda write a sequel to Red Eye, like everyone else has, but I wanted to be unique. So I wrote it in Scream style. Anyways review and let me know what you think. If it's good, if I should keep it, if it sucks, if I should take something out, whatever. Happy readings!
Obviously I don't own Red Eye or Scream or any of that. I am rating PG-13 just to be safe, but it's prob just gonna be that. Also any names that seem familiar from the Scream series, is by pure coincidence. This is not a crossover so there are no Scream characters in here! Also my killer is not "ghost face." He has a black outfit on with a red mask! Okay read and review!
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Red Eye's Screams
The busy airport was buzzing with people and activity. Lisa Resiert found her seat on the plane headed to Miami. Sitting next to the window she had a flurry of worries. A young man in a business suit sat down in the seat next to her. As she felt all her senses flare to life, she tried to remain calm. The flight was overall quiet, but she still didn't dare to fall asleep. Not after what had happened before. She tried desperately to push the thoughts from her mind. IF anything WERE to happen, she was prepared. These days she wore jeans and t-shirts with sneakers, instead of her usual traveling outfit. Just one of the many things that had changed in her usual routine. As the fasten seatbelts sign lit up, she completely relaxed. It really was over, nothing like that would ever happen again, not to her. Just as her breathing released, she felt someone grab her wrist, hard. Trying to hold her screams in, she slowly turned to the man beside her in fear.
Her horrified eyes met ice-blue ones. In the next second they had vanished and she was staring into concerned brown ones.
"I'm sorry." the man next to her said, pulling his hand away, "I'm still a little uncomfortable about plane landings, and I'm used to flying with my wife. Sorry it was a reflex. Are you okay?"
She looked away, and choked out, "I'm…I'm….fine. It's okay. I just had a moment there that's all."
He looked at her closer, "Are you sure? You don't seem like it."
Instead of snapping, she merely nodded, biting her lip. Once the passengers were given the okay to get off the plane, she raced out as fast as she could and ran to the bathroom, ignoring the sympathetic glances from others in the airport. She almost collapsed to the floor, in the bathroom stall, and threw up, crying. Once she was finished, she walked over to the sink and washed her hands, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red and her face was covered with tears.
She splashed water on her face, reminding herself, "It's all over, Lisa. It really is. It's never going to happen again. Just relax and go on with life. For your own sake." Just as she started to turn away, she caught sight of the scar. She covered it quickly and walked out of the bathroom, now dressed in a white blouse and black mini-skirt, like nothing had happened.