Author's Note-Hm. So I feel daring, since I am like, the first person to create a crossover of two completely different things. A movie about a psychopath holding a woman hostage on a plane, and a book about the end of the world and Jesus Christ. Don't look at me weird. I already have a pretty good idea of where I want this story to go, and personally, I think it's going to be pretty awesome. My favorite book+my favorite movie? Cheers. And by the way, I've voted myself the Queen of Crossovers. That's all I write lately, it seems:)
"And in Charles Keefe's reinstatement press conference he stated of his conversion to Christianity in light of the recent attempts on the lives of him and his family. He quotes: 'I feel that God protected us that day. We so narrowly missed being hit by that bomb, it must have been in Jesus's plan that we live.'"
Lisa clicked off the tv in disgust. "It was a missile. And I saved your lives, you moron."
She tried not to feel so resentful. It was hard, though, in light of the recent events. After she'd nearly murdered Jackson Rippner in her own home after that eventful flight to Miami, he'd spent a brief time in the hospital being treated for various wounds caused by various instruments.
Then there was the trail. Or Black Friday, as Lisa chose to refer to it as. In short, he got off. Not enough evidence pointed towards his key role in the Keefe assassination. Plus, he countersued Lisa for his various wounds, and convinced the jury that she acted on some sort of mental disease. The evidence just didn't add up in Lisa's favor. So now, Jackson Rippner was just freely roaming the streets somewhere. Lisa didn't know where. He hadn't contacted her since they'd indirectly spoken during the trial. And this lack of communication alone was killing her.
She didn't know enough about him to determine whether or not he was the type for revenge. She truly hoped not. And it scared her, knowing he could be anywhere. Outside, watching her. That seat-kicker in the movies, the man who asked for money on the street. The shadow following her home.
So Lisa did the only thing she could think of. She worked. A lot. From early in the morning to late at night, and business trips had become increasingly more frequent.
Lisa slung her purse over her shoulder and dragged her suitcase behind her as she left the spacious room of her Chicago hotel. She really shouldn't have wasted those ten minutes watching the GNN Broadcast. Now she was increasingly late, and it wasn't like she'd gotten anything out of it. She wasn't even sure why Keefe had told everyone that. No one really cared about his religion except the fanatics anyway.
Lisa had grown up in an extremely religious household. Church on Sundays, baptism, and confirmation were all very big. Lots of talk of "being saved" and "walking in the light of the Lord" were very common. She pretended to go along with it, for her father's sake. But she'd always felt out of place and heathenistic. She felt that if there was a God, he would have protected her in the parking lot. She was a good person. As Jackson had said, sometimes bad things happen to good people. And they did. But if there was a God, and a Jesus Christ, they wouldn't let them happen.
The taxi ride to the airport was quick and Lisa ran to check in with five minutes to spare.
It was only when she finally slid into her seat, a window, that she let herself relax, leaning her head against the cool dark pane. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. She heard a young man help an elderly couple with their bags a few seats ahead. The kind tone of his voice almost reminded her of Jackson, Jackson helping her, Jackson in the Tex Mex. But it was different, since he sounded sincere.
She heard someone sit next to her and buckle up.
"Ever flown Pan-Con before?" a raspy voice next to her asked.
Lisa opened her eyes and turned to her seatmate, a polite smile plastered on her face, and froze.
"Hey, Leese," Jackson Rippner's broad, self-confident grin was all she saw before it all went black.