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 4: On the Plane
Once Jackson and Lisa arrived at the gate, they found out they were sitting next to one another plane. "What a coincidence huh Leese?" Asked Jackson as they both looked for 18 F and 18 G.
"Yeah, what are the odds?" said Lisa. Jackson stopped for a moment.
"Wait a minute…" He began, and turned around to face Lisa "Your not stalking me are you?" he said with a serious look on his face.
Lisa seemed a little shocked at first, and simply shook her head "No" she replied, still a little scared. Jackson still looked at her with cold serious blue eyes for a second; then started laughing. Lisa then started laughing as well. Jackson then turned around and continued walking down the plane aisle, with Lisa behind him.
"I'm just messing with ya Leese." He said still walking.
Once they found their seats and sat down, Lisa started shaking as if she were terrified. "You ok Lisa?" asked Jackson, a little concerned.
"Uh… yeah I'm fine." She lied, and Jackson knew she was lying.
"No your not." He said. She turned and starred at him. "Your scarred of flying, aren't you?" she was a little shocked at first, but relaxed herself a bit.
"Yeah… Yeah you're right, I'm scarred of flying. Does it show?" she asked, still looking at him.
He turned and starred at her. "Just a little." He said.
Just then the plane started shaking violently, making Lisa squeal out a bit. "So, was your grandma your mom's Mom, or your Dad's Mom?" Asked Jackson.
"My mom's. My Dad's passed away a long time ago." Replied Lisa closing her eyes as the plane shook again.
"Have we landed yet?" Cried Lisa, her eyes still shut tight.
"Lisa? Lisa you need to listen to me, all right. Just keep your eyes shut, now, imagine your lying peacefully under a tree, on top of a hill, above a beautiful peaceful field. You hear the birds chirping, and hear the wind slowly moving across the field. You open your eyes, and stair at the clouds, and close your eyes again, seeing the clouds in your mind, you imagine yourself, flying peacefully above the clouds…"
Lisa's whimpering cut him off. "You ok Leese?" he asked. Lisa opened her eyes, and started shivering. "Lisa?" Lisa, still shivering, stood up as soon as she saw the 'fasten seat belts' sign turn off.
"I'll be right back." She said, looking as though she was going to hurl. As she walked down the aisle to the bathroom Jackson began to wonder what was wrong with her. He thought he could help her relax with the same method his therapist used on him when he was 13.
Flash back: 13 year old Jackson Rippner stood against the wall of his Junior High School, alone, watching the other kids play around. He wished he had friends to play with, only problem is, every time he tried to be friends with a boy, they would make fun of him and call him "Jack the Ripper", or if it was girl, they'd run away screaming "Ahhhhh Jack the ripper wants to cut me open and take out my Intestines." Though he did have one friend, but Larry Myers had to move away because his dad had to move to Washington because of his job.
Jackson finally decided to go inside, but before he could reach the door, a group of 9th graders blocked his way.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Jack the Ripper. Going off to kills some more whores jackass?" said one of the 9th graders.
"Get out of my way." Said Jackson, but when he tried to walk past the group they pushed him back.
"What makes you think we're gonna let you go so easily?" Replied the 9th grader.
"Get the Hell out of my way." Said Jackson, with anger in his voice. The 9th grader just pushed Jackson back again.
"I don't think so freak." Jackson couldn't take it anymore. He lifted up his right arm and, WHAM.
He punched the 9th grader right in the face. The next thing Jackson knew, the other 9th graders dog piled on top of him. He began to brutally hit the others, and then the leader was back up on feet, blood running down his face fro his left eye, and nose. Jackson punched the kid again in the face, and jumped on top of him, thrashing at the ninth grader. The Jackson felt a firm grip on his shoulder, pulling him off the bloody mess of a ninth grader. He turned around to find that it was the Principal who had pulled him up to his feet.
An hour later, it was decided that Jackson would see a therapist. The Principal said that he had an anger problem, and recommended a very good therapist to his parent. For the next 3 months who would visit this therapist every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
As Jackson was sitting in his seat completely relaxed, Lisa on the other hand wasn't doing so well. Meanwhile, Lisa was leaning over the toilet seat, and let out another one. That was the third time she had hurled so far.
'God why can't I stop being sick?' thought Lisa as she stayed leaned over the toilet, waiting to hurl again. Jackson, who was still sitting patiently, was beginning to wonder what was taking Lisa so long. He then noticed the 'fasten seat belts' sign flashing, and decided to go up and tell Lisa.