Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye or any of its original characters, setting, or plot. However I do own any new characters that I may add to this fanfic.
Summary: what if Jackson Rippner wasn't an assassin? And what would happen when he and Lisa first met.
Chapter 2: Painful Memories.
As Lisa walked down the airport, she began to feel guilty for making that young man she had just met feel bad for asking her to join him for a drink and some nachos. As she was busy with her thoughts, she didn't notice she was about to walk into a young woman with an iced Cappuccino. Splash, the iced Cappuccino spilled all over her top.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, it's iced though so don't worry, I'm terribly sorry, let me find you some napkins to help you clean that up." Said the very sorry women.
"No, no, no it's ok, I'm ok." Replied Lisa.
"Oh, ok. Larry, run to Starbucks and get me another cappuccino." Yelled the young women as she walked away from Lisa toward her husband.
Lisa quickly head for the ladies room, and whipped off the cappuccino on her top. She quickly pulled another top out of her carry-on and took of her wet one. As she looked into the mirror, she could see the scar on her flesh a few inches above her bra. She began to remember what happened to her two years ago.
Flash Back: "Ahhhhh, someone please help me." Yelled a terrified Lisa, as the man grabbed her and forced her onto the concrete ground, lifting her skirt up, and ripping off her underwear. She could feel him violating, and she let out a terrible scream of pain, torture, and fear. The man then pull out a Swiss army Knife and put it to her throat.
"Shut up bitch, or I'll kill you when I'm finished." As he continued with his twisted pleasure, she closed her eyes, and began to sob quietly. Once he was finished, he got off of her and she then took her chance to run. She ran as fast as her swore legs would let her. She then began to slow down, and the guy caught up with her, he took the knife and cut her at the top of left breast.
"That'll teach you Bitch." He said as he ran off once he heard sirens.
As soon as Lisa woke up from her little daydream, or day nightmare, she realized she was on the bathroom floor sobbing. She quickly lifted herself up, washed her face, and put her shirt on. As soon as most of the puffiness was out of her eyes, she walked out of the bathroom. Trying to leave her painful memory behind once more.