Well this is it, the last part of my story! It's been fun, I still need to edit all of this. All well. Starry Eyed Surprise, I don't need anything but you reprise and Bring back My Bonnie to me reprise are the final songs. Enjoy!
Lisa ran, she ran well considering she was in heels. Up a flight of stairs, pausing Lisa was terrified to see Jackson there; hovering, thought the moment he saw he began to run again. Hm, he ran kind of funny.
No time to think about that though. Lisa rounded another corner and took the travelator. As she moved back and forth to avoid people Lisa suddenly realized she really was running too well even if her heels were not that high. With this thought lodged her head Lisa promptly fell the moment she got off the travelator.
Jackson was still coming after her. Collecting her wits Lisa got up and rounded anther corner, there was a tram straight ahead. If she could make it inside then she could get a car, drive home and call both Cynthia and her dad. Easy enough, trying not to collapse as she reached the tram Lisa felt only dread. The tram doors did not shut. What would she do if Jackson reached her before the doors shut?
As the inevitable came Lisa watched Jackson run straight into the doors which had closed on him. She couldn't help it, she laughed, she laughed as the tram pulled away and the two stood watching each other; him from the airport, her from the tram. Lisa even laughed as she got off.
She was really stressed out, now was no time for laughing. She needed transportation home. As Lisa hurried out of the airport she knew she was not willing to find someone willing to bring her home, she was going to have to steal a car. Good thing a car with the key in the ignition happened to be there.
Pulling away from the airport Lisa pulled out Jackson's cell praying it now had service. It worked, but it was low in battery.
"Ah!" Lisa gripped the steering wheel hard as she fought to avoid a collusion. "Shit, oh jeeze." Please let the battery last, why wouldn't Jackson think to charge it, or at least save the battery?
"Lux Atlantic"
"Put me through to Keefe's room." Lisa demanded.
"Lisa what's going on?"
"You have to get Keefe out of that room."
"You already changed him,"
"No it's got nothing to do with-"
Gritting her teeth Lisa said, "Look I think something's going to happen, look pull the fire alarm."
"What the hell are you-?" Cynthia began. Ah why did she have to swear in front of guests? Who taught her to do that?
Did the girl not understand plain English? "Evacuate the whole building get everyone out! You have got to go up there and physically tell them! Tell them that Keefe is a target. Cynthia, Keefe is a target; somebody's trying to kill him!"
Lisa judged Cynthia to finally understand her by the way the phone was slammed down. If Cynthia didn't pull that fire alarm…
When Lisa finally arrived at 9321 Blossom Palm's Lane she was shocked to discover a sliver Beemer outside the house. Sure Jackson had told her this, but the sight of it made it all too real, made the danger so much more closer to home.
Lisa drove slowly, she didn't know if Jackson's dog knew what her face looked like and she couldn't risk alerting him. Yet the car was empty. Had Jackson someone managed to contact his dog and finalize her father's death?
Swinging her head around at this thought she gasped as she saw a man standing on her doorstep. "Oh my God." Lisa whispered and without a second thought she drove her stolen vehicle into both the man and her house.
He was dead. That much was clear as Lisa climbed out of the car. But was her father?
"Lisa?"
"Dad."
"Lisa what the hell?"
"Are okay?"
"Yes."
"Your okay, I'm okay." Lisa turned to the phone, now to see if Cynthia had down what she wanted.
"I'll get the first aid kit; the cops are on their way." Joe said, leaving the room. Lisa nodded as she listened to the dial tone on the phone.
"Lux Atlantic, this is Cynthia."
"Cynthia are you okay?" Lisa gasped.
Cynthia seemed to give a kind of sigh. "Yeah I'm okay, we're all okay." Lisa nearly laughed with relief at that. "But Lisa how am I going to explain this, you need to get over here."
Lisa nodded though Cynthia could not see her, "I'll be right there." Hanging up Lisa strode back into the hall. "I need your keys dad, I've got to-"
"Hi."
Jackson Rippner stood in Lisa's house. Puzzled as to how he got there so fast with out a car Lisa take a dew steps backward. "Dad?" She called
"Oh he's not dead; I want him to see what I'm going to do to you first!" Lisa stumbled then turned tail and run into the kitchen.
Joe lay on the floor, Jackson hadn't been lying, her father still was alive. "Dad," Lisa began. As Jackson ran into the room, a hand to his throat and that ridiculous scarf around his neck he spoke. "You see Lisa I never lie."
Lisa felt something stir in her once again. This was her own home, her own turf. She had managed to save Charles Keefe, had stabbed a blunt object in Rippner's throat. She stood a chance. This was why Lisa sang as gripped the edge of the counter.
Oh La La
I'm
seeing stars
I'm seeing stars
Once again, I find myself with
you, dancing the morning away,
it's like the party never
ends.
Then again I want it to stop, 'cause last night was full of
threats
But everyone in that hotels alive
You failed Jack
Is this not just business anymore?
Jackson didn't say anything as he stood there. He only glared. Lisa ran out of the room, tipping a chair behind her. She was startled to hear him literally fall for it. There was no time to celebrate this minor victory as Lisa hurried up the back steps singing to herself.
Mashing
to the music, I can do anything
But you won't finish the job
At least not in my house
I walk into home and thought I found safety
Yet I'm seeing stars, I can't believe my eyes
Oh
my starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise,
we dance all morning,
we're going to dance all morning,
Dance
all morning to this BEAT.
Ah Sugar, dance all morning to this
BEAT.
Oh my starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise,
Dance all
morning, we're going to dance all morning, dance all morning to this
beat Sugar, dance all morning to this beat, dance all night to this
beat, lover dance all morning to this beat
Jackson was now coming up the backstairs, Lisa looked around frantically then picked up a fire extinguish and threw it down. Despite having such a heavy thing thrown at him Jackson didn't seemed fazed and continued up. Singing more to him then her Lisa kicked Jackson in the thigh and head butted him.
Like
the record spins on the trails we blaze
the walls are closing in
but that's ok because I've been waiting all night to feel this way
and it feels so good, so good.
"Ow…" Lisa muttered clutching at her head. Getting up she took off her other shoe then tried to figure out where to go next. Her father was right, the house looked completely different. Finding her way through a window Lisa went back into the house through the back door with the key her father kept under a flower pot.
"Dad," Lisa whispered as she sat on the floor next to him. Yet once again Jackson came on the scene as if the two were playing hide and seek. Standing aside in the other room, shocked at the sight of the k-bar in his hand Lisa threw the vase she held then ran again.
Almost sprinting into one of the many rooms in the house Lisa slammed the door shut. Jackson who had followed her up began to bang on the door. Knowing perfectly well he would have to listen to her Lisa sang brightly, spinning and twirling on the spot.
I'm
on top of the world the coolest kid in the neighborhood
so let me
am your star for one night that's right.
Calls, threats and
bathrooms, you've got to feel the rush, feel the spice of
life.
Where's your male driven fact based logic now?
No more blue eyes mesmerizing.
Your
mind is sick but I won't be the victim
Come on, come on, the fun
is just begun; come on the fun is just begun. Ha Ha!
"Did you hear me?" Lisa asked when Jackson once again gave no reply. "Ah, does your throat hurt too much?"
The doorknob rattled in reply, Lisa moved away quietly and into her old bedroom. It looked just like it always had, it was kind of eerie, and couldn't her father move on in life? She wasn't a little girl anymore.
Not that it mattered, if the room hadn't been left the same Lisa never would have been able to find her field hockey stick, er lacrosse stick, oh what did it matter it was a stick!
Oh
my starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise,
dance all morning,
we're going to dance all morning, dance all morning to this BEAT.
Ah
Sugar, dance all morning to this BEAT.
Oh my starry eyed surprise,
sundown to sunrise,
Dance all night, we're going to dance all
morning , dance all morning to this BEAT,
Ah Sugar, dance all
morning to this BEAT, dance all morning to this BEAT, lover dance all
morning to this BEAT.
It
goes
Oh la la
I see stars
I'm seeing stars
Moving back into another room Lisa looked around silently, her stick poised to strike. Who would have thought less then twenty four hours ago that she would be in her home, her hair ruined, her sweater currently in the Miami Airport trash, shoeless and fighting an insane blue eyed stalker in her home?
No one appeared; moving back into the bathroom Lisa checked the shower. Nope, no crazy man in there. Seeing the phone sitting serenely on a desktop Lisa held out her hand. Her father had called the police, where were they?
RIING
Lisa leapt in the air before picking it up.
"This is 911; we received a call that a man was hit in front of your home this morning."
"There is a man in my house who is trying to kill me."
"Okay, um lock yourself into a room if you can, units are on their way."
"All right, just hurry." Lisa said before hanging up. As her hand pulled the door shut a figure moved from behind the door. Screaming Lisa swung her stick with all her might.
Oh
my starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise,
I dance all morning,
we're going to dance all morning, dance all morning to this BEAT.
Ah
Sugar, dance all morning to this BEAT.
Oh my starry eyed surprise,
sundown to sunrise,
Dance all morning, we're going to dance all
morning, dance all morning to this BEAT,
Ah Sugar, dance all
morning to this BEAT, dance all morning to this BEAT, sugar dance all
morning to this BEAT, dance all morning to this BEAT
Lisa swung her stick with all her might, hitting Jackson each time she sang the word BEAT. Jackson however didn't seem to like being hit so hard, pulling the stick away from her the pair became entangled. Lisa fought him like she hadn't been able to on the plane; she would not be defeated but then-
Unfortunately physical strength overcame will power. As Jackson had Lisa pinned up against a door Lisa made one last blow at his pride. "You're pathetic."
He threw her down the stairs; Lisa was shocked she didn't die right then and there. But it didn't matter, this was the end; he'd won, she had nothing left, no strength, and no weapons.
The gun. If she could just reach it in time…
"Stop," Lisa said, pointing the gun at Jackson who stood there stock still.
He put a hand to his voice box again, "We'll talk again."
As he took a step forward Lisa pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened, screaming now in frustration as she lay on the ground Lisa pulled frantically at the safety on the gun. Jackson wrenched from her grip and she fell to the floor trying to grab it. Jackson grabbed a fist full of her hair.
"No fair!" Lisa screeched in agony.
"Hey." Jackson and Lisa both looked up as Joe shot Jackson with the gun. As Jackson fell backward Lisa ran to her father.
You saved my life- Lisa sang softly to the tune of "I Don't need anything but you".
And you did mine Joe replied smiling.
Lisa nodded looking back at Jackson. He was just laying, breathing heavily and watching her. And even Lisa had won she was the one who was forced to pull her gaze away first. She looked away from icy blue eyes that pierced her soul to the Miami sunshine outside her front door and the sounds of the police. Finally.
And bring back our Lisa to we to we
Bring back, bring back our Lisa to we!
Lisa entered the Lux Atlantic to a rousing chorus of "Bring Back our Lisa to we." Hotel guests, the police and Cynthia were all dancing in a single line in the lobby. As Lisa approached Charles Keefe stepped in front of her.
My family would have died
You saved our lives I see
I'm eternally grateful
Sir we have to leave… Sang Keefe's assistant.
Keefe smiled and shook Lisa's hand as Cynthia and the Taylor's approached.
Lisa plaster fell on me
Lisa get rid of Cynthia now
Or we'll never come back again…
Cynthia turned a tortured face to Lisa as the former people pleaser herself swallowed then sang with a big grin, "Here's what you can do, you can fill out a comment and shove it up your ass!"
The Taylor's gasped together as Cynthia sang, "Yeah!"
Lisa grabbed Cynthia's arm as the two strode away. With the chorus of "Bring back our Lisa to us" ringing in their ears Lisa turned to her friend and coworker. "Want to open up the bar?"
"Sure, champagne?"
Grinning Lisa sang, "Anything but a bay breeze!"
