Author's Note-Here it is, the last chapter. Two different POVs. Hope you liked! Please review, my awesome ones!
And then it was over. He lay, flopping like a fish and feeling triumph only in the fact that Lisa's floor would probably be stained forever. His eyes rolled this way and that as Lisa loomed over him, searching his face.
I'm sorry. He wished he could vocalize it. He was. He was sorry he ever lived. Death would be a comforting relief, even though he knew where he was headed. Maybe not. Maybe God would have mercy on him. He never should have gotten involved with that stupid company. He'd thrived on violence and bloodlust, and look where it had gotten him. The killer had been killed.
Jackson's eyes rolled involuntarily back. It worked out well, though. As if he were telling Lisa how much of an idiot he was. It wasn't that he'd felt things for her, only the physical. When he'd looked longingly at her, he'd seen Christina.
Christina. How he missed her. As Jackson looked once more at Lisa's face, he only saw his long lost lover.
I'll be seeing you soon, my dear. Forever and ever.
And then Jackson Rippner, failed assassin, succumbed to the unrelenting blackness.
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Christina's phone buzzed as she was waking up.
"Yes?"
She screamed.
"Yes, I'll be right there."
It was a short drive to Miami, only about an hour. She felt weakened and numb. Jackson was dead. Her only love. Was. Dead.
Her flipflops were silent on the cold dark tile of the morgue.
"Ms. Smith?"
Christina jumped and turned.
"I'm sorry to scare you."
Christina vigorously shook her head. "No-its-I'm fine." She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to relieve some of the tension, and clutched her purse tightly in her other hand.
"Follow me, then."
Jackson's body was partially covered in a sheet. She saw his chest, neck, and face, and knew it was him. She could have identified him by only a single hair on his head. It was Jackson. She covered her mouth and suppressed a sob.
"Ma'am?"
Christina's eyes traveled upward to meet the doctor's. "Yes."
"Yours was the last in his contacts on his phone, other than a few untraceables, so we assumed you knew him."
She nodded limply.
"Relation?"
She didn't speak.
"Ma'am?"
"Ex…..his friend," she muttered flatly. "We were friends. A long time ago."
"I…see. Can you confirm this body as Jackson Rippner's?"
"What would happen if I said no?" she was in a testy mood.
"Well, we would confront Ms. Reisert again, and see if she was telling the 100 truth about her case. Is this not Jackson Rippner?"
She sighed, filled with a sudden anger. "No. Its definitely him."
"Okay, then. We'll need you to fill out some paperwork, then…."
But Christina didn't hear him. Her brain was already whirring. She needed to find this girl.
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When she was done at the hospital Christina headed for the police station. She assumed this Lisa Reisert bitch would be there, so soon after her 'ordeal'. She'd heard the whole story from the cops.
Maybe Jackson was led slightly astray. He was a good person. But Lisa Reisert hurt him. And she needed to talk to her.
Lisa Reisert was heading out. She got into her car, and Christina followed. She pulled up in front of an apartment building, and Christina followed.
Christina waited in her car until Lisa had settled in inside. It was another couple of hours before she went into the building.
She smashed the window and wasn't surprised when no alarm sounded. It was a cheap building.
The sound didn't carry into the underlying rooms. Christina stalked into the girl's bedroom. She was sound asleep, curled into a fetal position with her mouth slightly ajar, and clutching a small plush rabbit. How cute.
Christina pulled the shotgun from her pocket and cocked it, then aimed at Lisa's head. The silencer prohibited any sound, and Christina looked at Lisa disinterestedly as blood seeped from her head onto her pillowcase.
"You killed my only love," Christina crooned to her, covering the girl with a sheet. "So I killed you." And with that, Christina raised the gun to her head and died a painless death. Her last thought was simple.
Jackson, here I come.