Finish The Job
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Red Eye!
Chapter Two
Revenge was always on his mind. He would have his revenge on the one who got away and the one who ruined his reputation. Because of Lisa, his life was in danger. She had screwed up the job and now he would have to deal with her to save his own life. He had to finish the job he had begun three months earlier on the red eye flight. He had to kill her and it would be a calculated and painfully slow death after what she had done.
As soon as he had healed, Jackson had escaped from the hospital. No one had ever known his name or what he had done. Lisa had never visited him and given that information, and Jackson pretended to be unable to talk. He was not about to incriminate himself and make life harder.
Jackson wasted no time in tracking Lisa down. She tried to make it hard by alternating routes to and from work, switching hours around, and switching houses. But she was still incredibly predictable and boring. The only thing that had changed (much to his surprise) from the first time that he had stalked her was that she was dating!
Why wouldn't someone want to go out with her? She was gorgeous; he would give her that. But she was a two-faced bitch. One minute she would be shy and sweet, and the next, she would be jamming a pen into your throat. His throat still burned to this very day and it was still hard to talk even though it was completely healed.
He fell into a routine of watching her. Each and every time he saw her, he imagined what it would be like to kill her, to have her fight back, and beg for her life. She probably would beg by the end. The control and the power he would have soon over her was, well, empowering. Surprisingly, his thoughts about her demise helped him focus on the objective.
Until one night, he lost his cool and made his first mistake.
Lisa was having dinner at the apartment of the man she was now dating. Jackson had watched the two of them go out several times before and something about the man worried him. He could not put his finger on it; until he saw the man in question place a drug in Lisa's wine. Then it clicked. This man was a hit man sent to kill Lisa and correct Jackson's mistake.
There was no way in hell someone else was going to kill Lisa after everything that he had been through because of her!
Jackson burst into the apartment, knife twirling in his fingers, and he struck the man repeatedly, yelling at him the entire time and releasing all the anger that he felt. He kicked the bloody corpse as well; not that it did anything except scare Lisa.
Lisa screamed when she saw Jackson enter, thinking that he was going to kill her. She had huddled in the corner of the room ever since. Jackson went over to the corner and peered down at her.
"Told you that we'd talk again, Leese. Did you miss me?" said Jackson, a sadistic smile upon his face.
"Are you gonna kill me too?"
"Aw, don't look at me like that. He was going to kill you. You have a knack for attracting deadly strangers, Leese."
"And who's fault would that be, Jack?" she glared at him.
The shortened version of his name stung him worse than any slap could have. He hated being called Jack; it always reminded him of his so-called 'namesake', Jack the Ripper. It was uncanny that he was so much like the person he despised. The name was close, he had an affinity for blades, and lately all he wanted to do was rid the world of bitches such as Lisa Reisert.
"I was never attracted to you. You were attracted to me."
It was the stone-cold, honest truth. He had never liked her.
"I never liked you, Lisa. Know why? Because it doesn't serve me…" Jackson explained to her, whilst wiping her attempt at a soapy help message from the mirror.
She was nothing to him at the beginning. Now, she was a job. She was simply the means to end. This time, his job would not be getting him money, but rather allowing him to keep his life. It just so happened that he liked his life and Lisa would forfeit hers in exchange for his. Not that she had not already done so when she fought back and pissed him off.
"Why did you stop him? Why not just let him kill me? Do you have another phone call that you want me to make?" snapped Lisa, trying to cover her fear with feigned bravery. Jackson could see right through her act.
"You need to pay for what you've done before you can die, Lisa," he sneered, dragging her out of the corner by her soft, curly hair.
Lisa whimpered in pain and tried in vain to loosen his grasp upon the silky strands. He was hurting her, but he did not care. There would be a lot more than a little bit of hair pulling by the time he was done with her. By the time he finished the job, she would forget all the minor injuries inflicted upon her. Jackson was going to make her rape seem like a walk in the park, when compared to what he was planning. He would not touch her in that way, but what he planned would remind her of the parking lot incident. That was slightly intentional on his part because she had been recounting the rape, just before she cut a jagged hole in his windpipe.
"Let go! You're hurting me!" protested Lisa.
Jackson ignored her cries and pleas. He would not fall for her acts like last time. That had led to his undoing. Never again, would Jackson fall for a sob story or feel pity for a victim. Lisa had been the first and last person he had felt anything remotely emotion-like towards in years.
She had ruined that with her antics on the red eye.
He dragged her from the apartment and shoved her forcefully into the backseat of his black BMW and slammed the door. He had not been planning on kidnapping her so soon, but he would manage. Most everything was in place as it were. He would just have to make do.
It's not like Lisa was going to live much longer. Her death was already set into motion and now there was nothing Jackson could do to stop it.
Jackson drove the car to a modest home set about a block back from the water. He enjoyed being near the water but did not want the immense risk that came with waterfront property. Being slightly removed from the water worked for him.
Lisa resisted him when he opened the door to grab her and caused Jackson to lightly trace his still bloody knife over her scar. She trembled in his grasp and gave in. He smiled and wordlessly picked her up and carried her inside the house after bypassing the security.
"Home, sweet home," muttered Jackson sarcastically as they entered his house. There was nothing to indicate that anyone lived there at all—it could be a rental for all anyone knew.
"Speaking of home, can I go?" Lisa questioned.
"Go where? You're stuck with me Leese, and just remember that you did it to yourself. That's right—everything you did to me on that night has been leading up to this."
"Listen, I'm tired and I just want to go home. Haven't you already done enough damage to my life?"
"What about what you did to mine, Leese? Did you ever think about that? Fighting back had consequences."
"It never occurred to me that you would survive. I should have let dad put another hole in you when we had the chance," she said regretfully.
"You can't kill me."
"Why not?"
"Unlike me, you're not a killer. At least not intentionally. Besides, you just wanted the nightmare to end and killing me would not end it. It would intensify your nightmares and haunt you even more than I already do. You see me everywhere and in everything. Nothing doesn't remind you in some twisted way of me."
"You're a liar, Jack."
"I never lie, Lisa. Don't you remember?" Jackson asked with a smirk as he placed his right hand around her slender throat and squeezed.
"I can't breathe!" gasped the young woman, fighting his grip. Jackson tightened once more for a few seconds and then released her.
"I warned you."
"And since when have I listened to you?"
"You should start."
"You should stop trying to kill me," shot Lisa.
He really wanted to kill her right then and there. If only she did not deserve a painful death, then she would have already been dead. She was a nuisance that needed to go.
"If you are so 'tired', then how about you stop fighting me and go to sleep?" suggested Jackson, after throwing her onto the couch.
"So you can kill me?"
"I promise that I won't kill you will you sleep or even try to," sighed Jackson. If she would at least take a nap, then he could finish up with a few minor precautions and be able to handle her when she was fully awake.
Lisa eyed him warily before turning her back to him and curling up on the couch to sleep. She was too tired to give a damn. He was tired too, but the anticipation kept him awake.
He could not wait to finish the job.
Author's Notes:
Sorry if this is an odd chapter. This part of the story was my cousin's suggestion—not my idea. She wanted Lisa to fall asleep and her boyfriend to be a hit man. That's just the beginning of her demands. She's given me a bare-bones plot outline and this story is going to be her Christmas present because it is going to end up exactly how she wants it. Next chapter soon!