Author's Note-So we skipped a few hours and are now back at the house. I figured it would be pointless just to go through the whole phonecall/landing, etc, as we all have watched the movie. Obviously, otherwise we wouldn't be writing freaking FANFICTION. So here it is. :) Jackson is maaaad.
His breath was ragged, something that he believed hindered him in this stalking of Lisa. She couldn't hear him. His knife was long and sharp. He couldn't wait to kill her after all the trouble she'd caused him. Two holes she'd given him, one in his throat, one in his leg. He'd kill her.
Or worse than kill her. He'd maim her to within inches of death and then cause her to relive her worst nightmare. The one she'd confessed to him about, to make him weak and vulnerable. Idiot he was, he had fallen for it. He'd bring that back to her….and then he'd kill her. By then it would be a relief.
He was tempted to utter her name in a singsong voice. "Liiisa….Liiiisa…" Play with her. Like he had at the orphanage as a child. Stalking his next victim. But he couldn't be found. He smiled and pressed a finger to his lips. Shh…must be quiet, Jack. Time to play. Time to play with Leese.
Instead he played a game in his head while he lay in wait behind the door.
A for airplane, which he'd terrorized her on.
B for bottle of water. He drank it and watched her cry.
C for the crimson blood on his body. That would soon cover hers.
D for the day that she would rue crossing him.
E for empty. His eyes, maybe his heart.
F for friend, what he'd pretended to be to her.
G for girl. All that she was. A stupid girl.
H for happy. What neither of them ever were.
I for ignorance, how he was ignorant of her true fire.
J for joy, what he would feel when she died.
K for kill. Oh, how he couldn't wait.
L for lies. The web she had woven.
M for money. Yes, he'd be paid.
N for nuts. He'd had peanuts on the flight.
O for oval. The shape of her breasts.
P for pressure. His hands on her neck.
Q for questions. Her questions never ending.
R for red. The color of her hair. How he hated her hair.
S for Seabreeze. Her supposed drink.
T for time. He had all the time in the world.
U for ugly. She was so ugly.
V for vendetta. He'd win in the end.
W for wimp. That's all she really was.
X for x-ternal. That's all he felt for her. Just physical desire.
Y for yellow, the color of her teeth.
Z for…..
Shit. What could Z stand for? Oh, well.
He swung the door open and faced his opponent. Time to play.