Apparently, the scene parodying 'Red Eye' has been cut out of Scary Movie 4. Damn you, Wikipedia! Damn you for giving me false hopes and for making me rent the DVD for the sole purpose of seeing the deleted scenes!

A word to the wise: if you go to deviantart looking for Red Eye fanart and type "Lisa Jackson" in to the search engine, you will end up with pictures of Lisa Marie Presley and Michael Jackson. Scary.
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THE ONE WARNING: I do not give warnings. Excuse me while I cackle.

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A Twisted Kind of Brotherhood

Monsters, Green-Eyed and Otherwise

Jackson lay across the backseat, feeling rather bored and tired as Sal's car made its way down the highway, with Sal in the driver's seat and Kevin in the shotgun position. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, thanks to his impromptu visit to the Harrisons' house. But he didn't really care. After all, he had the lo-o-o-ong trip to Miami to use for some shut eye.

Glancing over his shoulder at him, Kevin asked brightly, "What, you're not excited?"

"I'm tired," Jackson groaned. "You would be, too, if you'd spent your night killing people and setting your house on fire."

Kevin laughed. "I guess I can't blame you."

Rolling onto his side, Jackson asked, "Where is this place, anyway? I mean, you said it's in Miami, but it can't be in the center of town or anything, right?"

Kevin grinned. "It's in the middle of the downtown area, for all to see. No hiding it or anything like that."

Jackson blinked and sat up. "How? I mean…do people know what kind of place it is?"

Kevin shook his head. "Nope. According to the sign on the door and all the posters in the front part of the building, it's a religious youth center for troubled boys called 'The Children of Heaven'. People see a bunch of teen boys and adults coming in and out, so nobody really asks any questions."

Jackson frowned. "But what is it really called? The organization?"

A wide smile broke out on Kevin's face, and Sal rolled his eyes. Gleefully, Kevin broke into a bizarre poem, Sal joining in on the second syllable.

"To all of you children, you gentlemen, ladies,

Say your prayers now, we're the Children of Hades!"

Kevin laughed hysterically as Sal focused on the road again, smiling slightly as though this was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever done.

Jackson blanched, not quite sure how to respond to the two of them bursting out into prose. "What?"

His laughter subsiding somewhat, Kevin explained, "Somebody came up with that rhyme years ago, and it's stuck ever since. We've always been called the Children of Hades, but this guy turned it into some random little couplet, and it's stuck ever since."

Lying back down on across the backseat, Jackson murmured, "Really, now."

Tossing a paper into the back seat of the car, Kevin remarked, "I forgot to tell you: you're apparently dead."

As the newspaper landed in a flurry over his face, Jackson muttered, "What?"

"You're dead, apparently. Read the front page article."

Putting the paper back into order, Jackson stared at the front page photos. On one side was his junior class photo; on the other was a picture of Anna smiling merrily. The headline above the pictures screamed "DOUBLE TRAGEDY: One teen murdered, another gone missing in a single night".

Looking over the accompanying article, Jackson discovered that the police had, indeed, mistaken Anna's body for his own. They had also managed to figure out that the fire was arson, and there was an investigation to see who was responsible. The Napolitanos, meanwhile, were in a frenzy to find their "missing" daughter. From what the writer stated, Jackson could guess that there was panic back at his hometown, with parents wondering what kind of fiends would set the Cranes' house ablaze and kidnap an innocent girl, while also wondering if perhaps their child could be next.

It made Jackson smile, to be perfectly honest.

Suddenly struck by a question that had not occurred to him in the several days since he'd met Kevin and Sal. Sitting up, Jackson inquired, "Who the hell hired you to kill Anna anyway?"

Kevin, not even turning his head, replied, "Her brother."

Jackson thought about this, his only reply a grunted "Huh". He mused over this to himself as he lay back down on the backseat, his mind vaguely wondering what kind of brother she must have had that he'd wanted her dead so badly. Only a few minutes later, he was asleep.

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Although Jonathan may have thought otherwise, Jackson did in fact do more than follow him while he was strolling the streets of Gotham. Eventually, Jonathan's routines became too boring and repetitive for Jackson's tastes, and he began to wander around the city as though he were a tourist on vacation. A very long vacation.

He became accustomed to the local bars and taverns, as he was wont to do. But he also roamed around the downtown area, seeing the downtown area's various shops and vendors. He would wander through the small parks that were scattered haphazardly across the city, with only the occasional graffiti and geese crap to mar them.

It became something of an unspoken personal goal to see every sight there was in Gotham, and Jackson undertook it with a seriousness that some people undertook prayer. Really, it just gave him something to do during the long hours that no one was around in Jonathan's apartment (and with no TV, radio, or computer, what the hell was there to do in that place?), but Jackson still attached a sort of solemnity to it. After all, he would only be in Gotham for a few months, at most. Why not make the best of the time that was spent there? And he knew that he'd have to leave. He was on the run after all, and even though he'd only been there a few weeks, Jonathan already seemed to be sick to death of him.

To be perfectly honest, Jonathan's venomous attitude had surprised him. He hadn't quite expected such anger and hatred to lace his voice when he'd arrived. After all, he wasn't even sure that Jonathan had known he was alive. And they'd been separated for thirteen years. Shouldn't he have been a little, dare he think it, happy?

Yet he'd been greeted with a sneering attitude that Jackson had never associated with his kid brother from years ago. To be perfectly honest, it was a bit shocking, the change in temperament that had occurred. Something must have happened to change him, but Jackson couldn't figure out what.

Not that it mattered. Jackson didn't really care, or, at least, he didn't want to care. And he'd already tried to figure out what might have made Jonathan so irritable around him when he'd first returned, but he'd drawn a blank.

Which, of course, he used as permission to irritate him to no end. Follow him, taunt him, threaten him at knifepoint…he could do whatever he liked, and Jonathan would always be irritable. But he would never do what he threatened to: he'd never kick him out.

It was simple, in Jackson's mind: Jonathan had tried to kick him out once, and only once. Jackson hadn't even made it a whole block without coming to fetch him, right after he'd held a knife to his throat and made him bleed a stream of crimson. And he'd let him stay.

It wasn't the money he gave him, that was for sure. There was something else that made Jonathan let him stay, but Jackson wasn't completely sure what it was. He wasn't even sure he wanted to know why. The more selfish part of him said to forget about it as he reaped the benefits of its existence.

But things were changing slowly. Jackson was starting to become more curious about what exactly it was that went on in Jonathan Crane's head. Earlier, he'd been content not to care, but a certain Leon Warren was making him wonder what the hell kind of thoughts were running through Jonathan's mind.

Too bad he wasn't the shrink out of the two brothers.

Whenever Jackson started to think about Jonathan and Leon, three facts always came to mind.

1: Leon was annoying as all hell.

2: Jonathan seemed to like Leon, yet their interactions were strictly platonic.

3: Jonathan didn't have any other friends.

Jackson probably wouldn't be so worried about Fact #2 if it weren't for the existence of Facts #1 and #3. Jackson wouldn't really be so vexed about this one friendship that Jonathan was managing to develop if it weren't for the fact that the man was quite the stubborn loner, and that the man he was becoming friends with was quite an irritating little bastard.

There was still some of the old possessiveness lingering in the back of Jackson's psyche, waiting to strike whenever he took even a small shine to someone. If they were his, then no one could touch them, or look at them, or hurt them. They belonged to him, and only him.

Of course, Jackson didn't see it as possessiveness. He merely viewed it as the protective feelings of an older sibling. There was no jealousy, no ownership. Simply innocent guardianship and nothing more.

…as though anything about Jackson Rippner could be considered innocent.

He'd accidentally spotted Leon once, while buying a book at one of the local shops. The young doctor had simply passed by the front window, walking nonchalantly down one of the many streets of Gotham. Jackson, disguised as usual, paid for his copy of Dr. Faustus as quickly as he could and followed the younger man to his apartment a few blocks away.

Jackson set himself up on a bench across the street from Leon's wide apartment window, pretending to read his new book when he was really watching the other man. No one seemed to pay him any mind, which worked very nicely for him.

Leon, apparently, was a pretty conventional person. He got changed out of his work clothes into a T-shirt and jeans before watching TV for a while, heating up a TV dinner, and then sitting down in an armchair to curl up with the newspaper. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing special about him, yet Jackson couldn't help but watch.

It was like the beginnings of his assignments as manager, where he would watch a target carefully to get inside his head. But Leon wasn't a target, and Jackson was trying to get into Jonathan's head, not his. It was bizarre and twisted, but Jackson didn't care. He wanted to know. He wanted to know what made him so different in Jonathan's eyes.

When the sun had set and Leon looked like he was going to fall asleep, Jackson finally checked his watch and realized that he'd sat there for several hours. Grabbing his book, he walked away, still not satisfied as he headed towards Jonathan's apartment building, anger coursing throughout him like a toxin.

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The drive to Miami was long and boring, and Jackson fell asleep several times during the trip. There were only a few noteworthy incidents, such as when they drove through McDonald's to get lunch, and when songs came on that Kevin decided to sing along to loudly and without any modicum of self-control. Beyond that, most of the trip was silent, with very little banter being exchanged between the three travelers.

It was late at night when they arrived, and Jackson didn't even realize that they had reached their destination until he heard Sal dully announce, "We're here," before climbing out of the car. Sitting up from his sleeping position over the backseat, Jackson peered out of the car window with something akin to excitement.

He was greeted by a large, rather bland building that looked like half of an aluminum tube lying on its side. It didn't appear to have any windows, and the metal exterior gave it the look of a blast shelter from the 50s gone wrong. Or of a discarded warehouse. Either way, it didn't exactly scream "Home Sweet Home".

On the front of the building was a sign the size of a billboard, with "CHILDREN OF HEAVEN!" written in block letters that were probably more intimidating than they should have been. Surrounding the words were a choir of chubby cherubim with various musical instruments. It seemed to be a mockery, Jackson thought, knowing full well that no "youth center" was contained within its walls. One could only imagine what really went on within its metal frame, but Jackson knew it was only a matter of time before he found out.

As the three of them entered the building, they were greeted by a small hallway with many "motivational posters" on it, which screamed of mockery as much as the sign out front did. They featured smiling children with their parents, proclaiming messages like "Don't forget to floss your teeth!" and "Eating healthy makes everyone happy!"

They walked through a small room that gave off the appearance of a lobby, with a few benches and a few more posters. There was a small bell on the wall, with a sign that said, "Ring for assistance", and there were several doors that had names printed across them, as though this were a doctor's office. Sal and Kevin made their way towards one that had a small intercom button on it. When they pushed it, a deep, muted voice asked, "Who is it?"

Kevin answered, suddenly sounding very authoritarian. "It's Sal and Kevin. We have a new recruit with us."

"Alright."

The door unlocked, and as they made their way through, Jackson noticed immediately the change of scenery. Where the front part of the building had been bright and cheery, the large open area that they were entering was spare and dimly lit. It took a while before Jackson's eyes adjusted to the light, and when they did, he could see that the area was empty, which surprised him. It seemed to surprise Sal, too, who muttered, "Where the hell is everyone?"

Kevin shrugged carelessly. "Doesn't matter." He turned to Jackson, a grin plastered on his face. "So Jack, what do you think?"

Jackson scanned the room. "Seems kinda empty."

"Yeah, but some of the guys must have decided to go out somewhere. It's not that big a deal." Walking towards one of the doors on the wall, saying something muffled about "my office".

As Kevin was about to turn the doorknob, a man seemed to appear out of nowhere, looking as nervous as could be. Before Kevin could open the door, the man called his name in a thin, anxious voice. Kevin turned around and, upon seeing the man, smiled. "Martin! Hey, what's going on?"

Martin didn't seem to reciprocate Kevin's happy mood. Walking up to him, he said, "Kevin, something's happened."

Kevin's smiled disintegrated. "What's wrong? Where is everybody?"

Martin spoke quietly, trying to calm himself. "They're all in their rooms, just like he told them."

"Who told them?"

"The man who's in your office. The man that your supervisor sent here."

Kevin's face paled somewhat, and he ran his fingers through his hair uneasily. "Did he give his name?"

Martin opened his mouth as though to answer when the door Kevin had been about to open was suddenly swung ajar. Turning their heads, all four of them looked to see an intimidating man standing in the doorway. He seemed to be in his late forties, and had black hair slicked back on his head. He had dark, gleaming eyes, and a tiny beard on his chin. He wore a business suit, and would have seemed like an ordinary man if it hadn't been for an almost malevolent look about him.

Holding out his hand to Kevin, he spoke in a demure, polished tone. "My name is Guiteau, and I was sent here two days ago by your superiors. Your name is Kevin, is it not?"

Kevin nodded, uneasily taking the older man's hand and shaking it.

Smiling politely, Guiteau added, "When I arrived, I was not aware that you were out on assignment. I have been hoping to speak to you for the last several days." Scanning Kevin, then Sal, and finally resting his eyes on Jackson, he remarked, "I see you also have a new recruit."

Kevin nodded cautiously. "We picked him up in Tennessee while we were down there on assignment."

Guiteau smiled in a way that that seemed to reek more of malice than of delight before saying, "Why don't you gentlemen follow me? Mr. Kevin and I have much to discuss." This was punctuated by a dark look in Martin's direction, which he seemed to take as a cue to slink away.

The three travelers followed Guiteau into a small waiting room, which was located next to what Jackson could only assume was Kevin's office. Turning to Sal and Jackson, Guiteau instructed, "Sit down. I shall inform you when you may come in."

Sal and Jackson, sat down quietly as the two other men entered the room without a word, shutting the door behind them. Jackson was confused by the whole scenario. Wasn't Kevin supposed to be in charge? If so, why was he taking orders from someone who had just appeared out nowhere? And why was everyone looking so on edge?

Not willing to broach the topic with Sal, Jackson merely sat silently, feeling the confusing seriousness of it closing in on him. Jackson tried to remain calm, but he couldn't help but try to overhear the conversation going on in the other room. He could hear Guiteau speaking in a low, calm voice, while Kevin's seemed louder and more pitched, but no less muffled. Sal sat stiffly, not looking anywhere but the ground. Although he looked calm, Jackson could tell that something bad was going on in the next room, something which neither of them could prevent.

Jackson tensed when he heard the sudden sound of a gunshot coming from the next room, followed by three more blasts and a muffled moan.

Suddenly, Guiteau appeared at the door, all smiles and pleasantries.

"Please, come in. I would like to speak to both of you."

Not daring to disagree, Jackson and Sal arose and followed him into the office, stepping over Kevin's limp, bleeding form as they did so.