Disclaimer: I own no part of Red Eye, and am in no way earning any profit off this story. It is fan fiction, and is written for enjoyment, not monetary gain.

11:46 pm.

Tuesday.

"Hey, Leese – wake up!"

She jolted awake. "Mmmwha?"

"Ma'am, would you like something to drink?" the stewardess looked puzzled as the woman woke up right before her eyes.
"Get me something alcoholic." Jackson chuckled and Lisa did so almost without thinking.

When the stewardess walked away, he turned the straw in her drink and slowly sucked a good quarter of it down. She watched him in horrified fascination, her grip locked around the small glass.

"Cover the side so they can't see the level going down." Jackson said, prying the glass out of her tight grip and moving it so her palm covered the drink.

"This is just…" she was beginning to freak out. Taking several deep breaths, Lisa turned her gaze to look out the window.

The clouds were far below them, and it looked like their destination was a long way off…

"Ahhh." Jackson sat up, finished. "Put it in the cup holder. I'd like to save the rest for later." When she didn't move, he forced her hand and pried her fingers off the glass. "Come on, Leese. Play along."

"It's just so…bizarre." she whispered, blinking slightly.

He laughed at that; laughed so hard he nearly teared up. "Oh, come on."

"I'm serious!" she hissed.

"So am I." he suddenly snapped back into ice-mode. "Now. Have you made your decision yet?"

She jumped slightly, startled. "I – uh…what…what do I have to do?"

Jackson pointed. "He's sitting directly in front of you." he removed a small case from his pocket, sliding out something thin and small that glinted in the dim light. "Do you know what this is?"

Her heart hammered to a stop. "N-no."

"I think you do. It's called a garroting wire, Leese, and you're going to use it to slice open his throat. Almost like you did mine." he said, brushing two fingers of his left hand unconsciously over the hollow in his neck.

"Wh…why can't you do it?" she whispered, keeping her voice low as the man's head in front of her bounced in the uneasy sleep of someone on a turbulent flight.

Jackson made a little face and made as if to slit the man's throat. Lisa held her breath. As he pulled, however, the wire slid through the man's neck…and out of the back of the seat, completely clean. "For better or for worse, I can't kill anyone in this state…"

Suddenly the wire was at her throat and she could feel it. Feel a slight trickle of blood run down her neck. He stooped to catch it on his tongue, leaving a hot and cold, wet sensation when he pulled back. She shivered.

"…but I can do it to you." he said, tucking the wire tin into his pocket. "You won't need this until you actually kill him. And there's nothing you can do about it, so don't even try."

She trembled slightly and then a few tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Ohhh, no. Don't try that again. Every time a woman cries, a man is being lied to." Jackson said in a disgusted sort-of way. "I'm not falling for that shit again."

Lisa glared at him. It was tears of anger, not sorrow, this time. The intensity in her eyes would have scared him if not for the simple fact that she was a woman. And now, being dead, it really couldn't affect him either way any more. "I hate you."

"I know." he smiled, in a self-satisfied sort-of way. "I also know that you need me."

"WHAT?" she hissed, completely taken aback.

"Motive. Whenever you have to do something you know you're going to hate. You think about me. And you think about how I bullied you and berated you and how you finally 'rose above' me." he said, half-scowling. "I watched you. I know every little look now – what you're thinking when you look a certain way."

Lisa was absolutely terrified. Horrified. Here was an enemy whom she ultimately couldn't defeat. She couldn't outmuscle him, couldn't outmaneuver him, couldn't outrun him – and from the looks of it – couldn't outwit him. Not a second time. Not even in death had she stopped him, not really.

"Come on now." he said softly, offering her the wire. "Do it while he's sleeping, then pull up his scarf. No one will ever know it was you, because I'll keep the evidence." he smiled, moving his hand closer and closer…

She stood up abruptly. "I have to use the washroom." she said hurriedly, nearly jumping over him and rushing to the tiny room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.

To Be Continued…