Not Tonight
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Epilogue
A white sheet was pulled over a body as the gurney was wheeled out of the remains of Joseph Reisert's front door.
A determined young woman, bloody and bruised, clung tightly to a rapidly cooling hand as she followed the EMTs to the waiting ambulance.
"Ma'am, you have to let go now," said one of the techs as he pried at her hand.
She shook her head and ripped his hand away. "No," she spoke forcefully and clearly. "I won't leave him."
"He's gone—there's nothing left that can be done. I'm sorry."
"Lisa!" called a man and Joe jogged into view. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go back inside."
"No, dad." She shook her head violently. "I can't—I can't leave him like this," she pleaded; her green eyes moist with tears.
"You have to let go. He did it to himself, remember? He chose this."
Lisa reluctantly nodded in agreement.
"It's the only way this will end," he whispered, prying the gun from her hands. "It's the only way to save you…"
"Just, just give me a moment, please?" she begged and the waiting techs backed off and her father retreated respectfully.
She drew back the sheet and finger-combed his unruly dark hair. His icy blue eyes were still open and she moved to close the lids. Blood still dripped from the chest wounds.
"Close your eyes, Lisa. I don't want you to watch," he said softly, placing warm hands over her eyes.
Quiet sobs wracked her frail body.
"You didn't have to do it. Even if it was all about you… you didn't have to die. We could've run away…"
Soft kisses rained down on her skin as he pressed her into the wall of the cramped bathroom… his gentle, yet firm and passionate touch as she melted into him…
"Damn it, Jackson, why did you have to do it?"
Silence, then the piercing sounds of gunshots as they tore into flesh and his soft groans of pain…
"We—we could have been together. We…
"I love you, Lisa…"
"If you've done it before, you can do it again. Come back to me, Jackson…"
His dying body lying near the corpse of the man they rammed with a car… his hand touching her hair…
She kissed him on the lips and re-covered his body with the sheet. Lisa watched silently as they loaded his body and her heart sank to the ground. The ambulance pulled away, lights flashing, but no sirens. It was the sweet, sad, silence of a D.O.A. call…
But as the ambulance disappeared, a pair of blue eyes fluttered open and faced a white sheet.
I'm coming, Lisa. I won't lose you again—not tonight. We'll be together again. I'll come back for you tonight…
Author's Notes:
Well, I figured out how to end this story. I know it seems like a very strange leap, but the flight pretty much remained the same. Jackson figured out that everything was about him and that he was the target—not Lisa. But in order to save her, he had to die. So they escaped the plane together and Jackson drove a car into his associate. Then using the gun found on the body, Jackson killed himself, hoping to end the cycle and save Lisa.
It's kind of an open-ended ending. He's not really dead, but for all we know, he could be about to relive the day again. Or maybe committing suicide ends it. I don't even know.
Thanks for reading/reviewing!
Selina- Thanks for all of your reviews! I didn't really like Daybreak much either. I tried to watch it and use it as research, but I couldn't stand it after awhile, hence the reason the story went downhill some. At least that's my thoughts. Sorry about the short chapters.