Past The Point of No Return

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Redeye, but if I did, I'd own Jackson. insert evil grin here Nor do I own the title either, Andrew Lloyd Webber does. I just thought it would be fitting to this genre.

AN: This story will be rated Mature. Because Jackson is not a nice man, and the situations in this fic won't be either.

Flashbacks

Dreams

Chapter Three: The Games We Play

The roads were slick, the sky still blackened by storm clouds as Lisa drove down the highway her heart thundering in her chest. Her slender hands gripped the steering wheel tight and tighter still, her knuckles ghost white as she navigated the road, " Traffic… at three in the morning. Unfeckingbelieveable." Shooting a small glance at the clock of her radio, Lisa rolled her eyes with a huff, " Excuse me, three thirty in the morning." Her hands pressed tighter into the steering wheel, " Come on assholes, move it!" One hand left the steering wheel, the palm of her hand getting ready to lay into the horn when instead, Lisa found her whole body sent forward into the wheel, the sound of screeching tires in the background of the dismal night air.

He forced his hands to move slowly, his fingertips tracing every curve, every outline that formed the map of her body. He paused in particular places, those one spots that granted him a shy or a gasp from her lips. He wanted to explore every inch and every hair that made up this woman.

He smiled faintly as she seemed to have ideas similar to his, " Slow down." He murmured in her ear as he nipped at the space between it and her long neck. He laughed slyly at the impatient look she shot him as his thumb pressed at her left nipple, the action rough and caused her to writhe beneath him in hungered agony.

" Please."

" Not yet." He growled as his teeth nipped at the sensitive buds before taking one into his mouth and sucking lightly as his fingers played with the hem of her underwear, " Let's see how far you can be pushed…" His hand dropped lower, brushing briefly against her core before settling just a breath away on her leg, " Until you break." Gingerly his index finger slipped underneath the hem that came around her leg and slowly pressed down as it came to rest on that spot and then slowly he traced downwards before adding his middle finger to up the torture he was inflicting on his willing prey.

His grin became sadistic as her hips thrusted sharply upwards to greet his fingers' on going assault, "Like that?" Taking her eager moan for a yes, he increased the pressure of his fingers, his hand coming to rest roughly between her thighs, his other fingers pulling up sharply, forcing her hips and his to meet thus trapping his hand.

"Please!"

He laughed, the sound was deep in his throat, " Please what?" He pressed against her a little more eagerly, his fingers beginning to work faster as he bit into her neck.

"Please…" Her voice cried in a sharp tone, her nails leaving red lines up and down his back.

" You want me inside you?" His lips met hers for a moment, green eyes meeting blue as he captured her gaze, " Tell me what you want Leese." His grin grew darker as he watched her tremble in satisfaction.

" Yes… I want you…you inside me…" She breathed, her hands forcing his lips to meet her own as they devoured each other in hunger.

He said nothing, his hand leaving her vacant for the moment as he tossed her thin underwear aside, he watched as their bodies met, became one before he returned his gaze back to hers, " NOOOO!"

Blood was every where, on him, on the bed, the floor every where as it poured from her body, a deep slash running from her perfect throat to her bellybutton...

" Sir? Mr. Rippner?"

Jackson jolted upwards at the sensation of someone's hand on his shoulder, " Shit." His hand lashed out and quickly grabbed the one touching him and brought it around in a very uncomfortable and dangerous twisted position.

" Um.. if… you could let go please." The Orderly gasped in pain, " I didn't mean to um…" His face was turning white, " startle you Sir."

Slowly, without a word Jackson got a old of himself and let the Hospital worker go, his features slowly taking on a sly grin as he did, " I bet that was the stupidest damned thing you've done all day wasn't it?"

" I um…" The kid, about Jackson age slowly scratched his head unsure of what his response should be.

" Nevermind." Clear blue eyes slowly glanced towards the window with an annoyed grunt, " Is that all it ever does in Florida is rain?" His arms folded, " I thought this was the f'in sunshine state."

"All Hospital Personnel to the Emergency Entrance and Trauma station please. All Hospital Personnel to the Emergency Entrance and Trauma station please."

" Well it's been fun, but I hate to keep you from doing your job so scoot." Jackson said with a bored smile on his face as his hands made a motion for the Orderly to leave his room.

With an annoyed look, the Orderly finally left Jackson alone with his thoughts, thoughts which consisted of his dream turned nightmare. He had often heard that dreams held hidden meanings within them… was Lisa already falling victim to his failure? Perhaps that was the hidden meaning to this dream, or perhaps it had a more sinister nature, would his obsession come to kill her…

Her head was spinning, the last thing she remembered was her body colliding with the control area and steering wheel of her car. Slowly she opened her eyes to find all manners of bright light shinning down on her, " Where…" Slowly she moved to set up, but that wasn't the brightest idea she had at the moment, for it soon sent her back down onto the bed or table or what ever the hell she was laying on as pain shot through her head, " Shit."

" Easy Miss Reisert, you've suffered a mild concussion."

Blinking her green eyes, Lisa slowly sat up and stared at the nurse who had addressed her, " Excuse me?"

" You were in a terrible car accident ma'am. You're lucky to have come out of it with just a few scratches and bruises." The nurse smiled and patted her hand, " Would you like some water?"

For a moment Lisa sat in silence, her mind taking it's time to compute what it had just been told, " My D-Dad…."

" Your Father? He's been notified dear."

Rubbing her forehead, the young woman slowly looked at the nurse, a bit of relief crossing her features, " So I can see him then? He's okay?"

" As soon as he arrives at the hospital." The nurse, Ellen as the name said on her nametag eyed her patient a moment, it seemed as if she was worried about something, " I'll get you that water now and some aspirn."

" Wait." Finally the room was spinning a little less, " When he arrives? He should already be here…" Her eyes narrowed a little, her mind reeling again in fright, " This is Florida Regional isn't it?"

" It is." Ellen was becoming as puzzled as her patient.

" At three o'clock this morning, a member of your staff called me and told me that my Father was brought in here with a heart attack." The worry in her mind was beginning to show in her face as she kept eye contact with the woman.

" What's your Father's name hun?" This was indeed strange and as a trained medical personnel, Ellen was aware that stress was no good for head injuries, " I'll go see if he's on the in-patient list."

" Joe… no wait, Joseph Reisert. But try Joe too, sometimes he prefers the shorter take." She was doing her best not to think the worst.

" Okay, I'll be right back. Just stay here okay?" Ellen bit her lower lip, hopefully the concussion though mild hadn't caused any damage to the young woman's brain.

Jackson stretched, he had gotten one of his little nurses to pick him up a new suit for today, his day of freedom. In the back of his mind he wondered how free he truly was, but he knew he was sure to find out… sooner or later.

Once his tie was adjusted and he had fastened the top button of his suit coat, Jackson Rippner stepped out of what had once been his private hospital bathroom and shot the cute little blonde nurse, Jill a smile, " Good fit." He said pleased and headed out the door and down the hall.

" Mr. Rippner!"

Arching a brow, Jackson slowly turned and leveled his crystal gaze on Jill, " Yes?" But then he spied her reason for coming after him, " Ah, I had almost forgotten that." He said through gritted teeth as he took the sleek black cell-phone from her porcelain white hand and tucked it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"Um… you might want to check it. I wouldn't have noticed it except it…" Jill found herself pausing a moment, the look in her ex-patient's dashing eyes making her blood run cold, " it… um… rang… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry or anything." His eyes seemed to get lighter in color the longer she stared into them.

" Thank you Jill." He forced a smile, " For your honesty. Good day." Turning he left her standing there, almost sure the poor bitch had peed her pants and did all he could to not chuckle as his phone sprang to life, " Hm."

For a moment he eyed it as it rang, he studied the familiar number and scowled, " Rippner here."

" Ah, Jackson you survived how typical of you." Came the voice on the other end.

" You sound almost surprised… Sir." Once again the dark haired young man spoke through gritted teeth.

" Believe me, I'm not. I know what you are capable of Jack my boy."

" Oh I do, believe me." He was growing tired of the friendly chit-chat, " Now, to the f'in point of you contacting me if you please."

The voice on the other end let out a good long set of laughter and then ceased it as quickly as it had begun, " Since you said please." The owner's voice grinned, " Downstairs in the hospital you will find someone familiar to you who has lost someone very dear to her."

Jackson sneered, his grip on his phone growing tighter by the second, " Lisa… isn't it? You bastard son of a bitch." He could hear the body of his cell-phone cracking in his hand and eased his grip.

" Really, is that any way to speak to your employer?

" I thought I had been fired."

" Not exactly. You have one last chance, as does Miss Reisert."

" Is this some kind of game Sir?" Jackson's voice had now taken on a bite to it, a very distinctive bite.

" Bravo Jack. That's exactly what it is." Sir laughed, " It is a game indeed, a game of life and death. You and Miss Reisert win, you and the game object get to keep your lives… if I win however---"

"You won't."

"Oh really? You see I have a head start, I hold the trump card old boy." There was that bone chilling laugh again, " I have the key to your sweet Lisa's undoing." He paused for a moment, letting it all sink into Jackson's head, " Her Father." With that the line went dead.

End of Chapter Three

End of Chapter AN: Oh the suspense I know, but it will all come out in the wash very soon… well some of the key plot points anyways. Also on my profile I've begun posting the quote Sound Track for this fic so check it out!

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