Men in black tuxedos rushed toward the three figures, two grabbing Cynthia as she desperatly called and tugged. However, she could not succeed in any way, being gagged with a freshly, laundry washed towel. Lisa was dragged away, and tied up, too, with Jack still looking at her with an expression that was somewhat pitiful and ruthless. He never knew anything about feelings, which was nothing but man made features, to him.
"What's wrong, Leese? Afraid of me?" he asked, following his henchmen, as they threw her in the back of a rusted old van. And Cynthia in a separate one. Lisa shot her kidnapper a sharp glare, wishing it was really that sharp, so it killed Rippner.
"If you're not, you should be. Because now, everyone you love and know are going to die...one...by...one." he let the sentence hang, making Lisa scream through the towel that was wrapped around her mouth.
Cynthia's van drove off into the highway, but Jack's van stayed until he had a word with his captive.
Lisa sat up, only to be knocked on the head by one of Jack's assosiates.
"Listen to me, Lisa. You almost killed me that certain day. Luckily, I was in a coma for five weeks, suffering from two stab wounds and two bullets, right through my upper body. And I still have the scars to prove it all. All the people who cared for me had to perish, for they knew what had happened." he whispered in Lisa's ear, the warmth of his breath, sending gooseskin crawling all over Lisa.
"Back to what I was going to introduce. Ah, yes, the catch now is revenge. Nothing else but bittersweet revenge. You do know how it feels to be teased and locked in your room throughout childhood for apparant reasons, yes?" he asked.
Heavy with contempt, Lisa bit the towel, remembering her first three heartbreaks, and how everybody thought she was trying so hard to be different. Time and time again, she thought of suicide, but then again, what was the use of that? And the time when her parents devourced, it was one of the worst days in her life. She clearly remembered the Big Fight and the Day of Screams and Fallen Dreams. She always wanted the answer to what happened.
She was shaken out of thought when the back door was slammed shut on her, and the light was gone, except from the tiny window behind her that lead to her kidnappers.
"I guess you know how it feels?" Jack's voice came from the passenger seat.
Fresh cold tears ran down her pale skin, leaving trails of a darker colour. Where was this going to go and how was she going to stop it? She closed her eyes for a moment so she could plan her own devious plan against Jack the Ripper.
It seemed like the road trip took forever. Lisa fell asleep, crying, but she had to pull herself together. She would find a way, like how she found a way out of the Red Eye incident.
After the very long trip, the van slowed to a halt, and the light blinded Lisa's sleep as she heard the back door slide open, and somebody grabbed her from her ankles. She shot her eyes open, to find Jack, shutting the van door to a lock. Where were they? There was a forest throughout the surrounding, so as soon as you look up, you could only see some of the sunlight, throughout all of the green darkness. Jack caught up, smiling at Lisa, with evil eyes that returned in her nightmares.
"Don't worry about Cynthia, Leese. She's fine...in the basement. I'll let you talk to her after we have settled." Jack said, in a calm voice, like how he used to sound like before his windpipes got damaged. Now he just sounded too harsh and more of a villian.
"Sir, shall I untie her?" the assasin that held Lisa over his shoulder asked.
"No, Daniel. Not just yet. Let her sit down on a chair and make her a cup of coffee to calm down. Remove the towel so she cantalk to me." ordered Jack.
They entered an unlit house, with furniture in a perfect lining, hardly no mess, and just more cold silence. Jack walked to his dining room, and returned with a chair.
"Take a seat, Leese." he smiled.
Daniel the assosiate sat Lisa down in a comfortable position and untied the towel that gagged her. Immediatly, she screamed in a strong voice, "You bastard! What is your problem! You are not getting away with this again! You failed once, and so I will make you fail again, Jack!"
Jack gritted his teeth, but calmed down. He grabbed her cold chin, with warm hands and growled, "You think? I have planned on what I am going to do since your old papa shot me. I never give up, and it would not start."
"Shut up...shut up..." groaned Lisa, trying to fight back the tears.
"Go ahead, moan, and groan, or yell, or whatever you want to do...but you'll never stop me. And another thing...try to escape, one person dies, and that is Cynthia. Although, she was a very good girl. Actually, I think it should be your father again. He was the one who knowcked me off my feet with that shotgun." he let go of Lisa's chin and sat down on a couch beside the chair.
"Daniel, get to the coffee. Time is just like money, you know." grunted Jack.
"Yes, sir." Daniel looked like a puppy that had been whacked by newspapers too many times, by his careless owner. He scrambled his way to the kitchen, afraid that his master might have a shotgun in his dark coat, and shoot him in the back of his head. He wasn't really much of a lousy shot, after all.
"Look, I am so sorry about your childhood, really. But I don't understand how revenge will do you any good." Lisa said in a soft voice, covered in sympathy.
"That is what they call a psychotic killers, overdriven by childhood nightmares. Revenge would be the only thing in our minds."
Lisa sighed, "There must be at least one thing in your life that makes you happy. Is there any?" Lisa asked.
"I had a sister,her name is Jessica, she left me when I was ten, and she was eight. I could not find her, which foster home, or where she lived now a days. That day was the worse, but she made my days extremely happy. She never called me Jack or Jackson. She only called me Jay Jay. Which I truly despise, because of the cuteness. However, it was much better than Jack." he explained.
"That's nice of her. I guess you really loved her for that, and how she understood your feelings."
Jack propped his chin upon his palm, somewhat unmoved by his thoughts and actions.
"But please, Jackson, don't hurt anyone I love. Will you change your mind?"
Jack gave her a look, "Are you mad? I don't fall for such nonsense. Once a killer, always a killer."
He pulled out a small pill container, containing one red pill, "Here. I want you to take this, for a reason. I don't want you to get in my way while I slaughter."
Eyes wide in fear, Lisa turned her head away, when Jack triend to force the pill in her mouth, "No! You really think I would fall asleep in your destruction?"
"Take the pill." Jack taunted, he reached for his small pocket knife, and traced the scar that displayed toward her chest. He wanted to make it bleed for a while, but then Lisa hesitantly opened her mouth. She didn't want to experience that moment all over again.
"You're a really good girl, Leese. I might not have to kill you or Cynthia." smiled Jack.
Lisa closed her eyes, and drifted through the maze in her mind. It was dizzying, and it throbbed her head, but not so long after, she fell into nothing but dark bliss.
It was hard to imagine that Jack actually got away with this like how he planned.