Disclaimer: Yes, it's true. I own Red Eye. In my dreams.

A/N: Well, seeing as how I haven't updated in awhile I thought I should. This oneshot is very different from the others that I have written before, mainly that it is very dark. You have been warned. This is one of those one shots that shows the true madness that is Jackson Rippner. But don't worry, its still a JXL fic.! 

Enjoy!

Jealousy

He gazed over at his sleeping wife. She was so unearthly beautiful in the moonlight that spilled through the slits in the window shutters. Like a goddess, his beautiful Lisa. And he would keep her his.

She belonged to him.

But there was someone trying to steal her away from him. He couldn't allow that could he? Silently, oh so quietly, Jackson slipped from the bed he shared with this beauty. He would rid the world of the demon that tried to steal her away.

Like a shadow he tread, across the threshold of their house and to the silver Beemer that awaited him. The world before him was bathed in the honey-light of the headlights that spread from his car and all around him the moon coated the world in a milky softness, but all this went unnoticed by Jackson, for he had but one thought in his head:

He would pay.

Jackson would not, could not, share Lisa's love with anyone. And so, He would die. Tonight actually, as He slept, His last breathe would leave Him. Jackson chuckled mirthfully. How clever he was! And of course, Lisa would thank him. This pest would finally be extinguished from her life. He was always talking to her, smiling at her. But, No More! Tonight would be His last.

Like the manager that he was, Jackson had planned it to the dot. As he neared his destination a delighted shiver crept across his spine. The house that he pulled up in front of was modest, sleeping with the rest of the world.

Excluding Jackson of course. No, Jackson was fully awake, his hands already tingling with the kill. How he would enjoy this! Jackson almost laughed aloud again before catching himself.

Silently as a ghost, Jackson made his way towards the house. He himself had been in the place on many occasions, though the resident didn't really like him. That didn't hurt Jackson's feelings though. The feeling was rather mutual.

Deciding to take the easy route, Jackson bent down and reached under the welcome mat for the spare key that He had shown him. Jackson smirked, what a bad idea that was. Show an ex-assassin where the key to your house is. Not the brightest idea.

Jackson was now inside and slowly made his way to where he knew his victim would be sleeping. There he was, the loaf, sprawled unceremoniously across his couch, a late night movie still flickering restlessly on the screen before him.

Too simple Jackson thought humorously. Happily, Jackson drew his sinister dagger and became Jack the Ripper once more.

A slice to the neck, a slice to the wrist and it was all over, with not a single drop of blood on Jackson's lean body. He looked down upon the now very dead body before him and laughed. To anyone listening, they would have sworn it was the laugh of the Devil himself.

But of course, no one was listening and so Jackson carried on his merry way, out the front door, where he placed the key back under the mat, and slid gracefully into his Beemer, smiling gleefully. Then, without much further ado, he made his way back to his precious Lisa and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Lisa was awoken by the screaming of the telephone next to her head. Grumpily she shifted away from her husband and picked up the annoying machine.

"Hello?"

A grave voice spoke.

"Mrs. Rippner, this is Sergeant Butler, I'm afraid we have some bad news." Lisa's breathe caught in her chest. She turned to see Jackson watching her with a curious look. She snuggled more closely to him, grateful for the comfort he gave her.

"What might that be Officer?" Lisa asked. Jackson shifted beside her, wrapping his arms more protectively about her. Not for the first time, Lisa realized how much she truly loved him.

"Well, it seems, Mrs. Rippner, that late in the night someone, well…"

"Please go on Officer," Lisa implored.

"Someone murdered your Father."