I'm back once again with more Jackson and Lisa goodness! Sorry the chapter's so short; I'm kind of in a rush to write this, since I'll be going away for four days soon. Hope you like it!

Also, I recently wrote a one-shot called "Salome's Dance", and I'd really appreciate it if you guys read it and left reviews. It would really mean a lot to me.

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Disclaimer: I hope it doesn't shock you if I tell you that I don't own Red Eye.

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As the shattered glass of the rearview mirror flew at her from behind, Lisa swerved the SUV off the side of the road and slammed her foot against the brake, her heart pounding frantically in her chest. As the car slowed to a halt, she switched it from Drive to Park as her mind raced frantically. Taking a quick glance at the rearview mirror, Lisa could see that the man that had rammed into her was climbing out of his car. A quick glance to the right showed that the man in the second car was also exiting his vehicle.

Panicking, Lisa unfastened her seatbelt as quickly as she could in the hopes of making a quick escape. She was about untangle herself and flee from the car when she saw the man that had rammed into her standing next to the driver's side door. He glared down at her with eyes like a snake's, and when he opened his mouth, his voice sounded like a cobra's hiss.

"Open up," he ordered her in a venomous tone, and Lisa could see that he was holding a huge hunting knife in his left hand. Glancing between the knife and the man's face, Lisa was unsure of what to do. She turned to her right to look at Jackson, whom she'd almost forgotten in the excitement. Hoping for some sort of sign from him, she discovered that he was in a similar predicament. The man from the car on their right stood next to Jackson's window carrying a similar blade, and the two were staring at each other with icy eyes.

As she was about to turn back to the man by her window, there was a loud smashing sound, and more shattered glass rained down on her. Lisa yelped as she realized that the man had used the butt of his knife to smash open the window. As she tried to collect herself, the man reached inside the car and unlocked the door. Only a second or so later, Lisa could feel his hand on her wrist as she was yanked out of the car.

Standing upright, Lisa could feel something sharp and cold under her chin, and she knew that he was holding the knife against her throat, just as she knew that he was standing behind her from the way his breath warmed her ear. She could feel his chest against her back, the heat of his skin and his heart as it beat ba-dump, ba-dump, and it made her want to throw up.

Lisa could see Jackson standing up slowly, the other man holding his own knife against the side of Jackson's face. Jackson's expression was one of pure hate, as though it were all he could do to not spit in the man's face.

There was a buzzing in Lisa's ear. The man was talking. "You got him?"

The other man nodded. "Yeah, he's fine." As the response emanated from his lips, he didn't seem to notice that Jackson had reached for something in his pocket.

More buzzing. "Alright, let's get them in the car."

Lisa felt his hand on her shoulder, and it pulled her to turn around. She did so, and was forced to look directly into the snake eyes of her captor. With another hiss, he told her, "We're going to get in the car now, and you're not going to make a move unless I tell you to. Understand?"

Lisa nodded meekly. The man seemed pleased.

"Good. No worries then."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and Lisa turned to see a smoking pistol in Jackson's hand. The other man with the knife stepped back, and Lisa could see a pool of red forming on his shoulder.

"You son of a bitch," he growled, and he quickly grabbed Jackson's arm and wrenched it behind his back.

Lisa, noticing that her own captor was distracted by their exchange, used the opportunity to kick him in the stomach with her heel. Caught off guard, the man dropped his knife and grunted. Lisa tried to pull her leg away, but he quickly grabbed her ankle and flung her to the ground.

As she landed on her back, Lisa hissed in pain as the gravel dug into her skin. Gritting her teeth, she used her heel to kick the man in the ankle, her stiletto embedding itself into his leg. As he grunted in pain, she sideswiped his other leg with her foot, knocking him to the ground.

As she struggled to get up, Lisa could hear shots going off as Jackson wrestled with the other man. At least two bullets had been fired, both flying harmlessly into the air as Jackson pinned the other man beneath him and began to punch him repeatedly in the face with his free hand.

Lisa crawled away from her own assailant, trying to reach the knife he had just dropped. But before her fingers could clasp the handle, she felt a hand grabbing her ankle and she was suddenly pulled backwards. Flipping onto her back, Lisa shook her leg violently, hoping to make him let go. The man kept a firm grip as he yanked her towards him, at least until her foot connected sharply with his chin. With that, his grip loosened, and she managed to squirm away.

Jackson's opponent had managed to twist Jackson's arm away, but Jackson had simply slammed the butt of the gun against his knuckles, causing the other man to cry out in pain and release him. Using this opportunity, Jackson fired a shot that whizzed past the other man's ear. Not missing a beat, the man grabbed Jackson's injured shoulder and dug his fingers into the wound, causing Jackson to wince badly and pull his arms back. Almost smiling, the man proceeded to kick Jackson in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

Lisa managed to writhe over to the abandoned knife, her fingers wrapping around the handle even as she heard her attacker getting to his bearings. Blade in hand, she pulled her legs towards her torso and sat up just as the man moved towards her. His face contorted with anger, he didn't seem to notice the knife until Lisa made a swift motion with her arm, and his expression became blank as blood dribbled from a gash in his neck.

Gasping in surprise, he fell on top of Lisa, his hands reaching for his throat. Lisa, panicking, kicked him away, and he gurgled in pain. When she had gotten away, she sat up and glanced down at the man lying on the ground as she tightened her fingers around the handle of the knife. Still clutching his throat, he seemed to have abandoned all thoughts of Lisa as he lay helplessly on the ground, almost whimpering in agony. Lisa, hesitating for only a second, bent over slightly and made a swift motion with her arms, stabbing the blade and embedding it into the back of the man's neck. There was another painful gurgle, and the man seemed to shudder before collapsing onto the ground. And with that, Lisa knew he was dead.

A loud bang came from Lisa's right, and she looked over to see that Jackson's pstol was smoking once more. His opponent fell over backwards, blood streaming from his face freely. Jackson had apparently hit his mark.

Pocketing the gun, Jackson turned to Lisa and walked a few feet towards her, asking in an almost callous fashion, "You alright?"

Lisa nodded, trying not to look at the corpse lying next to her. Jackson, spotting her once-assailant, asked, "Is he dead?"

She nodded again. Looking down at the body with an expression of disgust on his face, Jackson answered, "Good."

Using his foot, Jackson flipped over the body to look at the face of Lisa's newly deceased attacker. Trying to avoid looking at the body, Lisa asked, "Who was he?"

Jackson turned to look at her, but Lisa merely stared at the ground. Dispassionately, he answered, "His name was Laurence. He was one of my coworkers for the organization."

Still not looking at Jackson or the body, Lisa asked, "And the other one? Did he work with you, too?"

"Yes. His name was Ray."

Thinking back to the beginning of their brawl, Lisa frowned slightly and asked, "Why'd you shoot him in the shoulder?"

Crouching down to examine Laurence further, Jackson shrugged as he looked over the slit in Laurence's throat. Nonchalantly, he answered, "I was aiming for his face. I missed."

"Oh." Lisa hugged her knees and allowed her eyes to drift over Laurence's body. Blood was still leaking from his neck, making a mess of the grass beneath. The blood formed a pool around Laurence's head, and Lisa could almost imagine it as a sort of macabre halo, one that demons wore instead of saints. The expression on his face was one of fear, one showing that he had died just after he realized what Fate had in store for him.

Standing up, Jackson stared at her coldly and commanded, "Stop it."

Snapping out of her daze, Lisa asked, "What?"

"Staring at him isn't helping matters. He's not coming back from the dead, and you shouldn't want him to."

Shaking her head slightly, Lisa murmured, "No, no, it's just…I never though that…that I could…"

"That you could kill a man the way you just did?" Lisa shrugged, continuing to hug her knees. All she could do was tell herself not to cry, not in front of Jackson. Even as she stared at the ground, she could hear Jackson's voice stating in a taunting manner, "If memory serves, you almost killed me only a few weeks ago. Yet I highly doubt you were this distraught, Leese."

Slightly irritated by his tone and his insinuations, Lisa snapped, "That was different."

"How so?"

Lisa ignored him, turning to look once more at the dead man that lay in front of her. What had his name been? Laurence. He didn't look that old. He was probably the same age as her. He could have a family somewhere…maybe not a wife or kids, but a father or a mother or siblings…

Against her will, Lisa began to tremble violently. "Oh shit…" she muttered. "I just…oh shit."

"Lisa, get over it." Jackson's tone remained relentlessly unsympathetic, and Lisa wished he would just go away. But he continued to speak, impatient and aggravated.

"The only difference between me and him is that I lived and he didn't. Believe me, you shouldn't be this emotional."

With no compassion or patience in his voice, Jackson stated, "He was trying to kidnap you so that he could take you back and kill you, Leese. And believe me, if he'd succeeded, he wouldn't be nearly this hysterical."

Lisa ignored him, hoping that he'd eventually stop talking. When several seconds had gone by without either of them moving or speaking, Lisa could hear Jackson sigh in frustration. "By anyone's standards, that man deserved to die. He was an asshole and a murderer. Would you have rather he'd killed you and he'd lived to kill other people? Is that what you'd prefer?"

Another long pause. Another sigh. Jackson spoke again, his voice an odd mixture of authority and pleading. "We have to go. Someone will eventually walk in on the corpses."

"What about…" Lisa looked at the bodies and closed her eyes, willing herself to ignore their presence. "What if they told someone where we are?" She looked up at Jackson, hoping that he had answers, hoping that he somehow knew a way out of the hell they'd stumbled into.

Jackson, still seeming spooked, ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. "They're dead now." Looking down at the men at his feet, he stated quietly, "They can't tell anyone anything."

Turning away from Lisa, he stared at the two cars that had crashed into each other, the front of one crumpling into an accordion in a similar fashion as the back of the SUV. His eyes then traveled to the unharmed vehicle, the one that Lisa recognized as belonging to the man Jackson had shot.

"We're going to need to take Ray's car," Jackson stated simply. "Ours is too damaged to drive anymore."

"What about all the stuff in the back?" Lisa asked. "What do we do about that?"

Jackson considered this for a second. He strode over to the crushed back of the SUV, which sat about three feet away from the crumpled front of Laurence's car. Unceremoniously, he yanked the handle to the trunk door and flung it open. A stream of shattered glass from the window poured out, as well as tons of destroyed foodstuffs.

Ignoring the unholy mess that had just been unleashed, Jackson reached into the back and pulled out the medical kit that he had used for his shoulder. Then he grabbed the handle to a black briefcase that Lisa didn't remember seeing before. Carelessly, he yanked it from the trunk and tossed it at Lisa, who caught it in her arms. Curious, she undid its clasps and peered inside. Inside was nothing more than some wigs and makeuo cases.

"What's this?" she asked as Jackson walked back over towards her.

"They're for disguises," he said simply, reaching inside the briefcase. "But that's not why we need it."

A few clicks came from inside the briefcase, and a few seconds later, Jackson was removing a false bottom from the case. Peering inside, Lisa could see stack upon stack of hundred dollar bills neatly aligned.

Eyes widening, she looked up at Jackson anxiously. He seemed not to notice as he reached into the briefcase and grabbed several bills before stuffing them into his wallet.

"Jackson, how…where did all this money come from?"

Not even looking at her, Jackson replied, "I told you in the car how expensive assassinations were. You didn't think I'd have some money saved up?" Stuffing the wallet into his pocket, he added, "Besides, we can't use credit cards or checks, because Guiteau has my banking information and could use it to track us. And if he finds us…" Giving her an odd look, he stated, "Let's just say he'll be furious."

Biting her lip, Lisa asked, "Guiteau…is he the man from the back of the truck?"

Walking towards Ray's car, Jackson didn't even turn his head as he answered, "Yes." Taking a quick glance at the back of the SUV, Jackson added, "That's all we'll need. We should get going."

Without another word, he climbed into the driver's seat. Lisa glanced back one more time at the two bodies before stepping over to the passenger seat and getting in. With that, Jackson turned the key in the ignition, and the car sped away.

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"These hands stained red

From the times that I've killed you and then

We can wash down this engagement ring

With poison and kerosene.

We'll laugh as we die,

And we'll celebrate the end of things with cheap champagne."

-"Drowning Lessons" by My Chemical Romance