AN: Wow, I can't believe I have this already. :O That's incredible. Not much happens in this chapter, but it is pretty important. It's a way to get the ball rolling.

In this chapter, the main focus is mostly Matt. He's the one who… well you'll see.

If anyone can guess who Matt is based off of, I'll give you a virtual cookie.

No Jackson yet, but he'll be in the next chapter. :D

Disclaimer: Do I have to do one for every chapter? I think this might be my last one… I don't own Red Eye. I do however occasionally get red eyes. That's about the extent of my ownership.

The Call

Lisa paced back and forth trying to decide if she should really do it or not. Yes, she wanted the disgusting man dead, but was this best route? She had not talked to him since … what college? What would he say? How would he react? They had not been the greatest of friends in school. On friendly terms, but not this friendly. It was totally completely insane to trust him. He probably didn't even remember her.

That's it! She was not going to call him. She would figure it out some other way. It was too embarrassing and too awkward. Nope. No. No. No. Not going to happen. She could do it without his help.

Then she remembered her dream last night. The horrible, terrifying pictures. The cruel sound of the man's voice. Her being naked on the ground of the mall's parking lot.

It couldn't hurt to call.

Yes. Yes it would.

But how would she find the cruel man? Go back to the mall and stalk into a corner until one day she finds him. Then what after that? Take a knife, walk up to him and stab him? He was surrounded by friends last time. They were egging him on. Making him do it more… Yeah, she really wanted to walk straight up to that.

But how could she ask help from a boy from college that she barely knew? Who knows? What if the rumors weren't true? He could have changed his ways. He could be a well looked upon citizen. Maybe he became a cop trying to help other people. Or not.

Ugh. She tried to bring back the feelings from two nights ago when she decided to do it. Not that she particularly liked these feelings… more that they gave her strength and courage. She tried to summon them, but failed.

Her thoughts strayed to the man she hated so. He had long black hair. Tall. A scar running down the side of his face. Cold, cold black eyes. She had never seen such cruel eyes. His mannerism was obnoxious. She tried to avoid him walking into the mall. He looked like a man that you would never want to see again in the entire course of your life. He walked around like he was the greatest mother fucking shit ever to walk the earth. The way he grabbed her…

She felt like she was going to vomit again. It was happening a lot lately.

She wondered how many other women he had raped. How many other victims of his are out there? How many more would there be if she didn't at least call? She could at least try for the sake of these women!

This was the courage she needed to pick up the phone. It was this feeling. The feeling of at least some good was coming out of it. She was saving more people like her. She was going to help young girls like her who were out there to do some actual good in this world, but had horrible things happen to them. She was getting revenge for the good people.

She picked up the phone. It was lucky that he had given her his phone number. She recalled what he told her when he had put his number in her cell. "Call me if you ever in trouble… I'll do the best I can."

He did not know what he was in for when he gave her that.

Lisa scrolled down until she found his name; Matt from college. Matt from college. She held her breath as she pressed the call button. She knew it was ridiculous. It had been a year since college… who keeps the same phone for that long? Besides her, of course.

Bring! Called the phone.

So the number was still connected.

Bring!

It might be a different person… they just received his old number. It happens all the time.

Bring!

He obviously was not answ-

"Hello?" said a voice on the other end of the phone. It was different from a normal 'hello.' It was said with surprise, almost disbelief. Lisa seemed to have lost her voice for a second because he had to ask it again… this time he asked a little bit more confident. "Hello? Anyone there? … Lisa?"

She gasped. He heard it.

"Lisa?"

"Y-yes, Matt. It's me."

Oh, God she must have sounded stupid. He did somehow manage to remember her after all these years.

Lisa felt like kicking herself in the butt. She planned the whole calling thing, but she didn't plan the most important part; the asking. How do you ask someone like him to kill a person you don't even know? What was she going to say, 'Hi Matt, it's me! Lisa! Well, you'll never guess what?! I was raped! I wanted to know if you would kill the person who did it. Thanks!' Yeah, not exactly.

"Hey, Lisa what's up? Haven't heard from you in a while," said Matt very conversationally. "I programmed you into my phone a while ago. I'm surprised to hear from you. How've you been doing?"

Matt wasn't a bad person, but then again he wasn't a saint either. In college, Matt had no friends. He was constantly starting fights and despite how skinny he was, he always won. Everyone stayed away from him and no one talked to him. He was in Lisa's math class and they were paired as partners in a project. She was surprised to find how incredibly smart he was. She became his only… well not friend per say, but more than an aquatints. They were buddies. He told her all about his life and why he was the way he was. It turned out his parents had died when he was young. Forced to go to foster homes, he became angry. That's when he started fights. Lisa was the only one who learned how sweet he could be. She had heard rumors that some elite group of assassins found him and hired him.

That's why she needed to call him. Maybe she could hire him.

Maybe.

"Well, the truth is, Matt, I have a question for you. It's about your job," she said a bit shakily.

She could picture Matt clearly in her mind. He was a little bit taller than her with strange burgundy colored hair. When asked if it was his real hair color, he offered to give proof. So, no one really knew if it was his real hair. Lisa believed it was as he did not seem the type to sit in a hair salon and ask for a color. He had brown eyes that did not show much life. He always seemed so bored. In class, he was either sleeping or playing a video game thing.

"My job?" he asked a little nervous. "Um, I don't think I can tell you Lisa…."

"I heard some… mafia group hired you," she told him.

"What?" he exclaimed. "The mafia? No, no mafia group hired me."

"Then who did?" she asked him. Someone must have if he was so defensive about it.

"I'm sorry Lisa, but I can't tell you that. What does it matter anyway? Is this some kind of joke?" He sounded angry. It was the tone he used when someone asked if he dyed his hair.

She was going to have to come out with it soon or he was going to hang up with her.

"I wish I could tell you it was a joke, but … Matt, I have to tell you something and it's not easy for me to say."

That pecked his interest. She could hear his breath slowly calm down. He wanted to hear more, but Lisa started gagging on her words.

"Come on, Lisa. What is it?"

"I was raped. Two days ago… in a mall's parking lot," she admitted with terror. It was the first time she said it aloud. He was the first person she told. It gave her pain to think about what happened. She would have told him more but her voice dissipated.

There was silence then…

"What!" exclaimed Matt. It wasn't a question. It was a statement said in disbelief. "You were what? Oh my God! Lisa, are you ok? Did you know who the guy was? Did you go to the police? Are you…. Are you pregnant?"

"I'm... I'm not ok. I had to go to work the past two days and I was a complete wreck," she ranted. It was all going to come out now. "I didn't know what to do! Everyone at the hotel noticed I was acting strange. I can't be by anyone. People make me nervous… as do parking lots. And no, I don't know who the guy was… I have no clue if I'm pregnant or not."

"My God Lisa," whispered Matt. "I feel so angry right now. I just want to find him and kill him myself. The police, though… did you call them?"

Well, he started off on the right track. This might be easier then she thought.

"No," she answered. "I choose a different path…."

She heard Matt take a deep breath and whispered something that sounded like 'Oh boy.'

"And this other path," he started "it wouldn't have anything to do with me would it?"

"Actually, it would. That's why I called," stated Lisa. "I was wondering if I could hire you or something to do exactly what you just told me you wanted to. I want to you to find him and kill him."

Matt groaned on the other line. It seemed like he had been waiting to hear this. He sounded none too thrilled.

"Here the thing, Lisa," he told her completely business-like. "I can't do it. I won't be able to find him. That is a little too skilled for me. I'm sorry, but I don't know how. Do you actually have anything they could trace him with? "

"Um, you mean finger prints? He grabbed my purse. His hands were all over it and it was made with fake leather. I had wiped it the day before it happened because it was dirty. You can see anyone's prints on this cheep stuff. His finger prints are on it. Right now it is in a plastic bag so it doesn't get dirty or anything," she affirmed. It would have been ridiculous to just show up without any way of finding him.

"Ok, well at least you have that," he murmured "but I can't find the guy for you."

"Thank you for listening to me," she said calmly. She gave up hope from getting help with him. It was too much to ask of him. She was right from the beginning. "I'll try and work it-"

"Wait, wait wait!" yelled Matt. "I said I can't find the guy for you… but I might, ah shit, I might be able to get you someone who can. Now listen up and listen clearly, Lisa. I'm going to tell you something I might get into serious trouble for."

"I don't want-"

"And no interruptions, ok?"

You're the one interrupting. "I won't interrupt you," she confided in him.

"And the most important thing is; You. Can't. Tell. Anyone. Not a soul. Understand?"

"Completely. Go on." Here it comes…

"This is top secret," began Matt. "I work for an elite group, here. We do all sorts of jobs, but we are known for our assassination. We are an underworld clan. We kill. That is our job. People pay us lots and lots of money to kill government agents and people who are just annoying. Now, obviously, we aren't killing government workers twenty-four seven, otherwise a lot more would be dead. We also take on simpler "I-want-to-kill-my-husband-because-he-cheated-on-me jobs." We can overthrow government officials. You know that media out-break on the scandal of the mayor in Maryland? We were the ones who put him out there. That was all us. We organized it, blackmailed him and we were paid a lot more money then what you probably have. We are extremely dangerous.

"Normally, we don't do a search-and-kill type of job. That's what yours would be. We won't be able to make any guarantees that we will find this guy. That's why we don't do them because we always want to get the job done. Luckily, the cards might be in your hands. My boss is extremely anti-rape. He will not hire anyone who has done it. His daughter was raped a few years ago and he despises any man who does it. She did not know the man either, but with the help of some of his staff he was able to find the man and slaughter him. I say slaughter him because that's exactly what he did. Not even dental records could name who that man was. He will show sympathy to you, but I don't know how far he would be willing to go.

"If you want to hire us, you're going to have to come here and meet with him first. He'll want to meet you because this job would be so unlike any other we've had. He'll want to see confidence. You're an extremely like-able girl so you might be in. I'll take you through everything and be back-up if necessary. You'll have to sign papers to show that you won't tell the police about us, as well. So, are you up for it?"

It was a lot to take in. Lisa did not realize how influential this group would be or how dangerous this was going to be. But she was going to try. She wanted this job to be done. And it seemed like he might be willing to help, if his daughter was raped. Maybe he'll at least try.

"Yes," said Lisa with the upmost confidence. She knew she was going to do this. "What do I have to do?"

"Get here as soon as you can. I'm in New York City. I don't care what you tell your boss just get here. Let me know when you get a plane ticket and when you arrive. I'm going to have to schedule an appointment with him so call me asap. Once you get here, I'll give you a briefing on what will happen and then you'll meet him. If he doesn't agree to do it, then you will get on a plane back to Miami and pretend that you have never seen or heard of us. If he does agree… well, deal with it when the time comes."

"I'll call my boss right now. I haven't had a break since they hired me and he is always telling me to take some days off. I'll let you know when I can get there."

Lisa could feel the blood pumping through her veins. She had never done anything gutsier in her whole life. It felt good. She felt the best she had since the act. She knew her boss would let her go for a while. He was always telling her to take off. And with the way she was acting yesterday at work they were sure to let her go. People knew something was up, but didn't know what. She could say she was stressed out and needed a quick vacation.

"Perfect," commented Matt. "Call me, ok?"

"Of course," Lisa told him. "Talk to you later."

"Yup," said Matt happily. He added on a more serious note "And Lisa, I am truly, completely sorry. I would have never wanted something like that to ever happen to you."

"Thanks, Matt. Bye."

"See, ya."

Lisa pressed the 'end call' button on her phone and smiled to herself. One step closer to getting her goal. She could feel adrenaline pumping through her veins and she didn't even really do anything yet. Just began making the plans.

XD

Please, please review!!! I'm not totally confident yet if I'm writing this correctly or not, so pointers would be totally awesome.

I hope to get the next chapter out there soon… as it does have Jackson in it.