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!

By the way I have a Scream and Red Eye RPG started. If anyone would like to join, let me know!

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CH 3: And so it begins….

"Yes, Anne, I know." Lisa signed papers on her desk as she talked on the phone. "I'll be there in a little bit, I promise. No I won't be late. Yes, bye." She hung up and relaxed back in her comfy chair. It seemed like she never got a break anymore. She was always busy at work and god knows she couldn't sleep at night. There were too many nightmares about that "time." She relaxed completely and slowly closed her eyes.

"LISA!" Cynthia's voice yelled out, causing Lisa's eyes to snap open.

Her assistant came running into the room. "Hurry up! You're gonna be late!"

"Oh crap," Lisa cried, jumping up and straightening out her outfit, "Okay tell them I will be back later today once it's all over. Just make sure that they know to-"

"I know," Cynthia cut her off, pushing her towards the door, "Go! I don't want to have to explain to Jason why you're not there." She practically pulled Lisa down the stairs and to the car.

Hours later Cynthia was sitting in a chair staring at a closed door. A few moments passed and then Lisa walked into the room, wearing a long white bridal dress. It was strapless, with flowers sewn along the neckline and a long veil that went a little past her back, covering her wavy hair that hung loosely down her back.

"Perfect!" Cynthia said jumping up, "You look wonderful, Lisa. I can't believe Jason actually asked you to be a model for his mom's bridal show."

Lisa grinned, "There's perks to dating the shop owners son."

Neither heard the news report from the TV in the background. "This is Angelina Renae reporting live." The reporter said, standing out front of the airport. "Not much is known about the attack earlier this morning. Witnesses say they didn't see anything suspicious until the victim was already dead. Police and airline security are baffled as to how a murder could have been completed in broad daylight in a busy airplane full of people. The only evidence we have is the murder weapon. Police say it appears to be a letter opener with the letters R-I-P-P-E-R carved into the handle. If anyone has any information please call-" No one noticed the gloved hand that pressed the remote button and turned the TV off.

"Come on!" Cynthia said, pulling her to the door, "They're all waiting for us outside." Outside, waiting by the door was Lisa's boyfriend, Jason Stirs, his mom and owner of the shop, Debra, and her assistant Anne Les. Debra hugged Lisa,"You look so gorgeous Lisa. I'm so thankful that you agreed to help, after our model got the flu. Doesn't she look inspiring, Jason?"

Lisa's blond boyfriend rolled his eyes, "Mom, not now." He kissed Lisa on the cheek and told her, "The limo's here. Hurry up and get in so we can get there." She returned his embrace and walked to the bottom of the stairs next to the limo.

Shots rang out and Jason was hit in the leg by a bullet. He fell to the ground, yelling. Lisa turned around to see what had happened. No one noticed the limo open its doors. Before anyone could say anything, a pair of gloved hands reached out and grabbed Lisa around the waist. The attacker pulled her into the car and sped off while she tried to fight them off. Brian yelled after them, cursed at the speeding vehicle, and ran to his red convertible. Jumping into the vehicle, he sped after them, still bleeding from his leg. The security was running around, half were trying to find where the shot came from, some were trying to stop Jason from getting hurt worse, and others were calling for help to find Lisa.

Cynthia stood there with the same expression she'd had when the hotel had been attacked. Her still, quiet, calm expression made it seem like nothing was going on. She calmly pulled out her cell phone and dialed the hotel's number. The machine picked up and said to leave a message. Holding the phone to her face, she said, nonchalantly, "It's Cynthia. I don't think I'll be coming back to work later today as planned. And…um….I don't think Lisa will be either. Not as of now anyways."