Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Red Eye or any characters in it. (And if I did, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction about it? That would be a no. I'd be making NUMEROUS sequals where Jackson becomes a STRIPPER!)

Chapter Two: Surprises

Lisa's hands flew to her mouth as she tried to withhold a scream. She stood there, her small body trembling, frozen at the spot.

"Hey, Leese. Long time no see," said a very alive Jackson Rippner.

Lisa still stared in shock at him and began to shuffle backwards, trying to put as much distance between herself and Jackson Rippner as possible. But with every step back, he would take one step forward. As strange as it may seem, Lisa was not afraid that Jackson would hurt her; She was more afraid to be seeing him before her.

"Y-you're dead." She stuttered out.

Jackson's only reply was a deep chuckle.

"Are…" Lisa began, stopping to look up into his wonderfully blue eyes, "Are you a ghost?"

Jackson let out another laugh which echoed through the empty parking garage. "Come on, Leese. I know that you're smarter that that."

That was when Lisa realized that Jackson had removed the KA-BAR out of the deceased body, and he was carefully wiping away the blood that stained it. By now, Lisa had backed up all the way to her car. She reached out her hand and tried to turn her car keys, which were still dangling from her car door.

Jackson's hand shot out to grab her hand and threw her up against the car. Lisa could feel a searing pain in her back as he pushed her small body into the car.

"Now," he taunted, his breathe on her face, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Lisa."

Lisa just stared into his blue eyes. She hesitantly reached her had up and touched his neck, where he proudly wore his battle scar that she had inflicted. Her feather light touches on his neck seemed to shock Jackson, as he just stared down at her. Lisa was lost in thought, but it slowly began to set in that Jackson Rippner was standing in front of her. The dead Jackson Rippner who had tried to kill her and her father was standing in front of her, and she was just sitting there caressing his neck. Lisa's had fell down to her side and she began to panic.

Jackson was shocked by her display of affection, and momentarily let his guard down as he gazed at the woman before him. He had planned to meet her here, but he didn't plan on having to kill someone in the process. He had been so shocked that he actually pulled out his gun and attempted to shot the guy. He really was a bad shot. When the bullet missed, he ended up having to stab the guy to death. It wasn't a great idea to be killing people at a time like this, but it was the only thing he could think of at that moment.

Lisa carefully pulled herself away from Jackson in his moment of vulnerability and began to run back to the hotel as fast as she could. Jackson didn't hesitate to run after her and began to catch up with her rather quickly. She tried to make it to the door, and she almost had, but Jackson caught the back of her sleeve and yanked hard, causing her to trip.

She fell hard onto the ground, the back of her head crashing into the cement as she did so. She attempted to get back up again and keep running, but the pain in her head was far to great. Gripping her head, she rolled over on her back and stared up at a smirking Jackson Rippner. She frowned up at him, and decided to wipe that smirk off of his face and kicked his legs out from under him, sending him crashing down to the floor beside her.

Jackson winced as he, too, fell to the floor. His bad leg slammed on to the ground, and he winced slightly. Lisa never ceased to amaze him when it came to fighting for her life.

Lisa rolled over and crawled away as fast as her beaten body could take her, but Jackson quickly recovered from his fall and yanked her back by the foot. Lisa screamed, and attempted to kick him, but Jackson was way to fast for her. Before her foot even made contact with him, he had grabbed a hold of it and forced her to put it down. "Now I know why women wear heels," he mused, "Self protection."

Jackson rolled on top of her, using his body weight to stop her struggles. He had pinned both of her hands down and grasped her chin roughly, forcing her eyes to make contact with his own.

"Leese, I do love these little games of yours, but I don't have time to play right now." He hissed at her.

Lisa started to wiggle, trying to get her body loose from his hold. His body was too heavy and she could barely breathe as he put even more pressure onto her small, frail body.

Jackson leaned down so that his face was merely a few inches away from her own. He could smell the scent of her shampoo in her hair. Lavender; his favorite. He lowered his face further down, his lips dangerously close to her own. He pressed his body harder against hers, secretly reveling in the feel of her body so close to his own.

"I didn't come here to hurt you Lisa, but if you don't stop fighting me, I'll be forced to do something drastic," he said.

Lisa scowled and tried pushing him away, "Get off of me!"

He laughed at her lack of strength, "You were so much tougher than this the last time we met," he said as he started stroking her face.

She was starting to panic as thoughts of the numerous things he was capable of doing to her flashed through her head, "Get off of me now, orI will scream!"

He laughed his cruel laugh again, "I don't think you will."

Jackson let go of her cheek and trailed his hand down to her neck, his lips brushing seductively against her own in a whisper of a kiss. He smirked at her, and Lisa shuddered. He proceeded to move his head down to gently nuzzle at her neck, before moving his lips to rest on the shell of her ear.

"I told you that I would steal you, Leese. You should know by now that I never lie."

Lisa gasped as he pulled his face away, and she started to push against him, attempting to get him off of her, but his body weight held her down.

"Now, now Lisa. Didn't we just have a talk about this?" he tsked, shaking a finger tauntingly in her face.

"What do you want with me?" she choked out, tears threatening to spill out at any moment.

Jackson didn't reply. He got up off the floor and brushed himself off, then offered his hand to Lisa. Lisa smacked his hand away and helped herself up. Jackson took a hold of her wrist again, though more gently this time, and pulled her back to the car.

"Right now I want you to get into your car, and don't try anything funny, Lease. I'm warning you." he instructed.

Lisa looked at him as he walked over to the passenger side seat, and she slowly lowered herself into the drivers seat. Once Jackson got in, he handed the car keys over to Lisa.

"Drive," he said.

Lisa just gave him a blank look.

"Lisa," Jackson said through clenched teeth, "I don't have time for this. Take the keys and drive."

"Where am I—"

"I don't care! Just drive."

Lisa did as she was told and drove out of the parking garage and down the street, casting glances at Jackson every few minutes to see what he was doing. He just sat in the seat with his hand resting on his hip, next to his KA-BAR.

Why had he given her control of the car? Lisa wondered. Was he really that stupid, or was his medication affecting his brain function? All Lisa had to do was unbuckle his seatbelt and slam on the breaks, and Mr. Rippner would fly forward and out the front window. It was just that simple, and yet, she knew that she couldn't do that.

The drive was silent and Jackson had yet to mention where they were going, so Lisa just cruised around town with no particular destination in mind. She tried to ignore the nagging voice in her head that was telling her that this was a waste of gas, but she reassured herself that, somehow, she was going to get Jackson to buy her next tank full.

"Pull over right here," Jackson said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over the two.

Lisa gave him a strange look, but pulled over like he asked Once she turned of the car and unbuckled herself, she looked out the car window and up at her apartment.

"Why are we here?" she asked, more than confused.

Jackson turned to look at her with an unreadable expression on his face. "Leese...As much as I hate to admit it, I need your help."

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A/N: I tried to describe more in this chapter, Jaka Ray. :D How did I do? I'm not much of a writer, in fact, I'm down right sucky. But when I do write I have a straight forward style, and I tend to forget to go into detail. But if anyone mentions it to me, I'll be all "WTF? Oh. Okay, fine!" and fix it. :)

Thanks to Brittany, BregoBeauty, jaka ray, Drowned Queen, Greenday11,lola, andKazakichikfor the wonderful reviews! (This has got to be the first story I have written that hasn't received a flame!)

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