Do My Part
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Chapter Ten
Jackson was livid. How dare she pull such a stunt after everything that I've done for her? I'll show her what happens when she disobeys me. I'll kill her father for this — nice and slow. I'll force her to watch it too…
He stalked back to the bathroom. Glaring in the mirror, he saw a monster-headed pen sticking out of his windpipe. How cute — not.
He ripped the pen free and chucked it to the ground. She's getting away! I have to catch her! She must be punished!
Dashing back through the crowded plane, Jackson hastened after his prey. He evaded the flight attendants who wanted him to file a report to the police. He snatched a scarf draped around a blonde woman's neck as he ran. The scarf would hopefully stop any bleeding from the neck wound.
Where did that little bitch go?
He was deep within the airport now, eyes alert and searching for any sign of the woman who had attacked him. His prey — his Lisa. He reached for his phone, only to discover it missing. She must have snatched it. Like it will stop me...
Across the way, he could see her. Her back was turned, her white sweater gone, but it was unmistakably her. Suddenly she spotted him and bolted it. The chase was on.
Jackson pounded after her, following her twisted turns through the airport, up the stairs, and to the long flat escalator. She ran down it and he pursued her. She tripped and hit the ground. This is it! You're mine!
But Lisa jumped to her feet and scampered away. Unwilling to give up, he continued on, until he was dead-ended by the sliding metro doors. Her terrified eyes as he banged on the door only fueled his fury. She got away! Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen!
He watched her speed away on the rails, silently fuming before heading out to his car in the long-term parking lot. He jumped into the black sports car, grateful that he had chosen to leave that one at the airport instead of his boxier Beemer. Firing up the engine and hitting the gas, Jackson knew he could beat Lisa home.
She thinks she's safe, but she has no idea what she's done.
He yanked the spare cell phone from the center console and dialed his faithful dog.
Rasping, he ordered, "Move in. Don't kill him — just corral him until I get there. The bitch is loose."
Lisa, Lisa, daddy's got to die now. You've been a bad girl, sweetheart. You have to be punished for misbehaving.
Jackson turned onto Joseph Reisert's street and parked in front of his next-door neighbor's house. Lisa would not be looking for his car, but he was not about to tip her off to his presence. He hurried out of the car and around the back of the house.
Aw, you shouldn't have… He pulled the key out from underneath the rock and unlocked the backdoor as a loud crash sounded and shook the house. Jackson pocketed the key and pulled the door shut; locking it behind him.
Footsteps and voices drifted to his ears. Leese, you came back to me. Good girl.
"I'll get the first aid kit," Joe said, heading Jackson's way from the den. Now's my chance.
When the older man entered the kitchen, Jackson was ready and lying in wait. He head-butted her father and carefully placed him on the floor. He had to catch Lisa first before he could kill him, or perhaps he would kill his prize in front of dear ol' dad. No matter what, he needed Lisa in his possession first.
He silently walked towards the den, barely noticing his dead associate by the busted front door.
"Dad?" Lisa called, stepping in the hallway.
"Hi," Jackson rasped, a hand flying up to his injured throat.
"Dad!"
"He can't help you, Lisa. No one can. Now be a good girl and stop playing games. I'm sick and tired of these petty games."
Lisa turned and ran. He waited, listening for her and heard her crashing into the kitchen. He followed his ears and taunted her as she stared at the unconscious body of Joe. Go ahead, scream. Give me a reason to end your miserable existence.
Not that he needed a reason. Lisa Reisert was going to die, but it all depended on her as to when and how. Jackson wanted to hang onto her awhile longer, yet if she wanted to play around, he could gut her that very day. Like a fish, Leese.
A game of cat and mouse ensued, and they both were playing to win. Jackson had nothing to lose except his life and job, but Lisa had her life and her father's life to lose. She also had knowledge of the house. He had been so incredibly focused on her that he had forgotten to learn her father's house. He had never expected things to get this far out of control.
You and I both know how this is gonna end…so, why are you still fighting?
She had used his own tricks against him—head-butting him down the stairs, while stabbing a shoe into his left thigh. He hated her resourcefulness, but still impressed. Impressed enough to know that she had to die that day. He limped towards his associate. Surely, he was keeping a knife for me — ah-ha!
He unsheathed the twelve-inch blade and made his slow and deliberate way up the stairs. He had her cornered now, having locked the door at the bottom of the back stairwell. She was his.
Come out, come out, wherever you are…
She darted past him and slammed a door in his face.
"Leese, do you really think a door's gonna stop me?" Jackson taunted, eagerly picked at the lock with his knife.
He could hear her labored breathing on the other side of the wood separating them.
"Yes, I do. At least until I find something to bash your head in with," Lisa snapped back.
"Did we wake up on the wrong side of the plane, Leese? Or maybe we've got a headache?"
"Shut up, Jack."
He ripped the door open just as she darted out the other end. What a waste of time!
He tracked her and was ready when she came swinging at him with a field hockey stick. He deflected the blows with his arm and attacked with his knife. What are those things made of? Damn, they hurt!
She screamed at him and swiped him off his feet. He rolled as she tried to bring the stick down on him. He reached towards the dropped blade, only to have her smack his hand.
That bitch broke my hand! I'll kill her nice and slow now — no fast escape for you, Lisa.
His weapon clattered out into the hallway. He was now weaponless and she still clutched the stick. Jackson frowned and snatched the fiberglass weapon from her. She yelped in pain as he threw her up against the wall.
"No!" Lisa shrieked, fighting him.
"You fought back, now you have to pay the price," he sneered, gripping her wrists and pinning her to the wall with his body. He was rasping and they both were winded from all of the fighting.
"You're a pathetic excuse for a human."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're not welcome."
"Too bad," he shrugged; then flipped her over the stair railing.
She tumbled down and crashed into the wooden door below. Her dazed eyes looked up at him.
You see, I win; you lose. You'll always lose against me.
Lisa was broken and beaten. He picked up his knife and headed down to his prize. She weakly crawled away from him.
"Why are you still bothering to run? You've got nowhere left to hide."
A gun in his face was his reply. He laughed hoarsely. "Don't shoot yourself, sweetheart."
A single, silenced shot cracked the air. He felt the bullet bite his side. She had terrible aim. Oh well… you've just gone and pissed me off again…
He knocked the gun from her hands and pulled her up from the floor by her hair. She protested, but he was stronger. Adrenaline was pumping through his system; fueling his fury.
"Now, how would you like to die?" he whispered in her ear.
She writhed in his grasp as he reached for her throat, ready to squeeze the life from her. Another shot sounded and he fell to the floor.
What the fuck just happened?
Lisa stood over him, her father behind her with a protective arm on her shoulder as she shook.
"We'll talk again," Jackson hissed at her from the floor as the paramedics arrived to cart him away.
This isn't over yet, Leese. It won't be over until I have your dead, mutilated body in my hands. Then, I'll move on. But you won't. You're no better than her…and you'll get no less than what your kind deserves…
Author's Notes:
The ending sticks closer to the movie than I had originally planned, but I decided to go a head and write a sequel, so this was the best stopping point. The sequel is called You Failed, Jack and I'm posing the prologue later today. It picks up a few months after this, while Jackson is plotting his revenge.