I have a sick little mind don't I? I mean, who honestly would want to think of Jackson Rippner slamming someone around a bathroom while singing to the tune of "Whats This?" from " The Nightmare Before Christmas"? Apparently you guys, thanks for the reviews, I hope you enjoy this!
Lisa stood stock still; she couldn't do or say anything. Jackson wouldn't dare do anything to her would he? After all how was he going to keep her under control and clean off the mirror at the same time? He wouldn't… he would.
Without the slightest hesitation Jackson shoved Lisa backwards onto the toilet seat which just happened to be closed now. Not that Lisa noticed this she was too busy trying to scream.
As the lights went on and the door shut Lisa fought to remove Jackson's hand as she made gasping noises like a mouse. "Sh, your all worked up from being so creative. Breathe."
A sudden noise from outside and Jackson looked back. "Hey Rebecca,"
Did this mean someone could help Lisa? No of course not.
Jackson turned back to Lisa as a new sound filled Lisa's ears. It was music; upbeat and almost filled with child like curiosity. Oh hell no.
Jackson glanced back at the soap lined mirror which moments before had had soap running down it, but now the words appeared neat and clean. He sang so softly and sweetly Lisa wasn't sure what was going to happen.
What's this? What's this?
There's writing on the mirror
What's this?
There's white things over here
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
Listening to wacko Jacko sing from "The Nightmare Before Christmas" wasn't nearly as painfully as having him contain Lisa on the toilet seat while keeping his hand on her mouth.
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
You were in here awful long
What's this?
The mirror is lined
Little soap spuds laughing
you don't seem awful happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
There's you telling lies
Instead of making calls
and yet
And absolutely no one's dead
There's you playing games
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the want
To break you inside.
Jackson now seemed to be angry, Lisa gathered this from the way he suddenly pulled her up by the wrists and slammed her into the other side of the small bathroom. This just must sound great to the rest of the people on broad the plane. Just great.
Lisa was gasping from terror. "Please just stop whoever's at my dad's house."
Jackson shook his head as if Lisa were an idiot. Gripping Lisa's head with his hand he shook her like a puppet to emphasize his point. God it hurt. And why was he so close to her face? She could hear him perfectly.
Oh, look
What's this?
I already have twice
Why that looks so unique, inspired
the flight attendant would have followed the book
and your father would have died
What's this?
What's this?
your gambling with your fathers life
And who would ever think
And why?
you just have to make a call
and I in turn will too
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks easy
This looks easy
Oh, could it be I get my wish?
What's this?
Refusing pointblank to sing Lisa decided to try a new tactic. "You don't have to do this, any of this." Could it be perhaps that they could turn this all around and stop the madness? Surely Jackson had some sanity.
But Jackson didn't say anything (Or perhaps he didn't want to) as they both just stood there breathing hard. He had begun to shake his head again until something caught his eye. Pulling Lisa's shirt down just a fraction revealed a scar, the scar, the very bane of Lisa's existence. And while Lisa's nightmares came true the song kept going on.
Oh my, what now?
Did someone do this you?
Is that what it is?
No ghouls, no witches made you scream or scared you
Or ensnared you, it must have been other things
But the truth is secure inside your lies…
What's this?
The full blown terror had returned. For all this time Lisa had never been able to fully express her fear over what was happening around her. Everything was out of her control and she still had to pretend everything was dandy as she sat next to her singing captor. But now that he had discovered her secret Lisa only felt that she could throw up one last barrier. Denial.
"No." This was the wrong thing to say.
You know what I think? Jackson threw Lisa around again, this time into the bathroom sink. Lisa began to open her mouth to scream but now Jackson was wrapping his hands around her throat and still singing.
I think you're a liar! And as Jackson went on about sea breezes Lisa desperately tried to pull his hands off her throat. She couldn't die like this.
"I can't breathe…" Suddenly Lisa could breathe, turning away from Jackson she coughed into the wall feeling like a helpless child. Meanwhile Jackson was finishing his solo, there wasn't room for dancing.
But in this place we're professionals and that
Causes good feeling all around
Instead of music, I swear
I can hear screams in the air
But we're not going to let that happen
We have the will and the means to follow through
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
So keep up the act and we can have a deal
Have we got a deal? Huh? Peachy
Gripping her chin in his hand Jackson peered into Lisa's face. The mirror was clean, the phones were working, and things could go according to his plan again. Lisa nodded, lost in thought rather then docile.
Lets get this over with
Oh, lets get this over with
We've got to go
We need to go
Good girl
The music ended, as had Jackson's solo. Patting Lisa's head Jackson made to leave the bathroom but not before one last snide comment. "Thanks for the quickie." Lisa moved at his command and out of the restroom, fully aware of the people who were pretending not to notice the loud banging noises they'd heard several moments ago.
As if in a daze Lisa passed a man playing a puzzle, the nice old lady looking for her book and a boy asleep with a pen. Jab him with a safety pin echoed in Lisa's mind from before. Ha, she could turn it into jab him with a … Without thinking Lisa took the pen and returned to her seat. Yes, jab him with a pen.
But where was she supposed to put it? What about down her skirt? Lisa did just this as Jackson slid in the seat next to her. "I need you to pull yourself together Leese." He said, buckling his seat beat. "We seem to have attracted a little attention. Once the flight attendants make their rounds we'll make the call."
Make the call, that's all he ever said. Gosh! Lisa didn't say anything as the two waited in silence, she was trying to think of anyway to tip off Cynthia what was going on, to delay the call, but then again a delay could mean her fathers death.
"Trash?" A flight attendant had come over to Jackson who was staring at her blankly. "And when I say trash I mean your trash, I don't actually want your trash. You piece of trash." The woman said. Jackson continued to stare until she left then soundlessly picked up the air phone for Lisa. Dialing he held it out to her, Lisa took it then slowly began to put it up to her ear.
"Hello?" A perky voice picked up as Lisa held the phone still unable to accept that there was no way out of this. "Hello?"
"Cynthia it's Lisa." She began tonelessly.
"I guess you need that favor then huh?" After a few moments the deed was done. Before Cynthia could start singing about how much they wanted her back at the hotel Lisa hung up then gave the phone back to Jackson.
Staring at the phone, his blue eyes shifting back and forth Jackson didn't seem to understand. "What?"
"You know what, my dad, make the call." Ha, about time she got to say it back to Jackson's sorry face. But Jackson didn't react the way she expected him to, indeed he took the phone but after looking at it put it back in its cradle.
"You promised." Lisa said, trying not to cry. It was like they were a frickin' married couple.
"And I'll keep that promise. I still need you. Soon it'll all be over, the Keefe's will be history, your dad will be safe, I'll go back to mindlessly stalking you…"
"What?" Lisa asked.
"Forget I said anything about stalking." Lisa shook her head, "No, you're going to kill Keefe's family too?"
Jackson sighed. "Somebody wants to send a big brash message that's their business. I do my part and move on."
"No, you just go back to stalking me." Lisa said, she was trying not to cry again, this was worse then she'd known.
"Shut up Leese."
