For the first time since she escaped the plane, Lisa found herself not pulling away, but pulling him forwards into the house in her desperate attempt to salvage her Father's life. Her breathing matched that of Jackson's, wheezed and uneven. The interior to the house seemed so dark in comparison to the outside world. She considered that she would not make it out alive, especially if the harsh grip on her arm from Jackson was anything to go by.
'He'll finish the job..' She thought distantly. It sent a frisson of fear and anger down her spine.
Stepping inside, she turned to Jackson, his demeanour was wild and crazed, his sharp eyes darting around the room. She heard a clash from the kitchen and pulled against Jackson's grip to hasten there.
"No!" She shouted, her voice cracking. She was yanked backwards.
" Leighton!" Jackson hissed, though she suspected that he would have shouted were it not for the wound in his neck. He pulled her uncharacteristically gently through the lounge, keeping her behind him slightly. Occasionally she tripped his heels, and she wondered if he had consciously acted to shield her. His grip on her arm lessened considerable for a moment and Lisa exploited this opportunity to pull herself away violently, the cuffs dug and twisted into her skin. With a cry, she turned and bolted. Pushing a lamp on the side table next to the sofa at Jackson's torso as she ran, he was close behind her. She heard a distant smash, before she ran through the hallway toward the kitchen.
Her father grasped a knife and a gun, she had always suspected he had a gun kept within the house, the knife, a cooking utensil from the kitchen. The man, Leighton, had is gun poised at him, they both were locked in a shoot-out, neither moving. Leighton didn't seem to notice her presence behind him, at least, until her Father turned her attention toward her. She had never seen him look so powerful before, his eyes were narrowed and harsh. Angry.
Leighton turned and Lisa took this advantage to tackle him to the floor, his leg twisting around the other. They both crashed to the floor.
"Leese!" Her Dad shouted. Lisa punched the man in the face, her bound hands affording her a harder hit. Joe Reisert stepped on the wrist holding the gun, Leighton hastened for something at his side. She grappled with him.
'..Sitting in the dark, listening to smooth jazz and sharpening his 12" K-Bar... That a knife, Leese.'
A knife he was aiming for, she felt Jackson's presence at her back, he reached over her. A flash of movement and her Father aimed at Jackson.
"Daddy, call the police!" She hissed quietly, her head turned slightly to the side to direct her voice. In that moment, Leighton punched her in the face, sending her sprawling to the kitchen floor, where Jackson was waiting for her. He viciously grabbed the K-bar from Leighton's grasp.
"Don't move." Came Joe Reisert's deadly calm voice. Jackson froze, she felt Jackson's arm wrap around her waist as she kneeled on the floor in attempts to stand. She flinched away, but he gripped tighter. Hauling her up quickly in front of him.
A shot rang out. Lisa pressed her eyes closed, her entire body frozen, breathing ceased. When she felt Jackson readjust his grip on her, she opened her eyes.
"You're either a perfect shot or a terrible one, Joe." Jackson commented behind her. Joe Reisert was frozen in place, the bullet narrowly missing his daughter's shoulder.
"Your daughter and I have unfinished business." He continued. Lisa began pulling at his restrained arm, only to come into contact with a blade at her chin. She gasped loudly, her helplessness making a tear roll down her face.
"What business?" Joe Reisert continued warily.
"No, daddy! He was on the plane, he threatened the Kee-" She broke off as an arm squeezed her throat, cutting off oxygen. Joe Reisert raised his gun pointedly.
"Rippner, we've gotta get out of here." Leighton suggested, rather logically. Lisa elbowed Jackson harshly in the stomach, making him double over, she twisted and aimed for the knife in his hand. Flashes of movement caught her eye as Leighton pounced on her father, tearing at his arm for the gun.
Lisa kicked Jackson in the leg, her heel embedding into the muscle of his thigh. He dropped the knife, a hideous cry of anguish tearing at her ears. She grabbed it and ran down the hallway and toward the stairs. She could hear a snarl from Jackson as he approached her, she ripped her other heel off and threw it at his face, it scratched his cheek.
"Fuck-" He snarled, still continuing his pursuit. A shout from her father and another shot made her freeze on the staircase. Knife clutched in her hand. The phone rang in the distance. She twisted on the staircase turning to confront her attacker once more. She held the knife out in-front of her, he gave a sinister chuckle.
"Hope you know how to use that Leese, I swear, once I get hold of it, you wont have a second to blink." Another twisted smirk alighted his face, his raised hands gave away his wariness. She could hear sirens in the distance, hoping it was coming to her aid. She turned her eyes back to Jackson's stormy ones.
"Where's your male-driven fact based logic now Jack? You should have listened to your dog and got out of here." She replied, eyes wide, taking another step down the staircase, the prospect of the cops coming re-alighting her courage. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he swiped his hair out of his eyes.
"Daddy?" She called, she distantly heard a grunt and a shout, a thump and a crash. In an instant, she swung at him, the knife cutting through the air, instantly he stepped backwards.
"Get back!" She demanded, one step too close and he knocked her arm away from him but not without slashing through his forearm, he gave a gruff yelp before twisting her arm. The knife clattered to the floor. She gave a hefty kick before collapsing to the floor to grab the handle. He was too quick however, and got there first. He pulled her up by her hair, she could feel his leg quivering where she had impaled her heel.
"Ahh!" She yelped, another shot and she saw Leighton fall to the floor, his body still. Jackson's actions froze.
"Lisa?" Her Father called, concern coating his speech.
"Da-" She was cut off as Jackson slapped a hand over her mouth. The sirens were so close now. Joe Reisert came to the hallway, gun raised.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you...come any closer, she's dead." Jackson spoke measuredly. Joe Reisert's eyes widened, his aim shook. Lisa continued to struggle pulling at the hands on her mouth and around her shoulders. The knife shone aggressively. She felt Jackson look around the premises. His actions seemed to be unknowing and unsure. However, he quickly seemed to decide.
"We'll talk again." Jackson promised him, before pulling Lisa out of the house, crying and screaming.