[RE] Revenge of the Heart - Pt. 2 Added

[Dayna]

ok, I'm wrote a part, and if you guys don't like it, I'll delete it....


“You…” whispered Lisa, her eyes wide with shock.

“I’m back” said Jackson with a laugh

Lisa jumped from her seat and ran to the kitchen counter. Grabbing her pursue as Jackson ran to the other side.

“I only want to talk, Lisa.” said Jackson holding up his hands

“Bull!” yelled Lisa, while reaching into her purse pulling out a teaser gun. “Don’t come any closer or else.”

“Come on Lisa, your not going to teaser me.” said Jackson

“That was always your problem Jack, you underestimate everyone.”

“That’s harsh Lisa,”

“Its true,” spat Lisa, she was still as strong as ever.

“Lise, are you still here? I forgot something.” yelled Michael as the noise of a door closing could be heard.

This wasn’t what Jackson had planned, 2’s company, but 3’s complicated. He had planned to kill Michael anyway, so he might as well do it now. Just stay away from that teaser gun and everything will be just fine. Jackson pulled out a gun, it happened to be the same one that he had used 3 months ago. He put his finger to his lips, making sure that Lisa would stay quiet. She shook her head ‘no’ but remained silent as Michael walked into the kitchen.

“Hey Lise” said Michael as he strolled into the kitchen looking from Lisa with the teaser and Jackson with the gun.

“Hello, Michael is it?”

“Why yes it is.”

“I’m a friend of Lisa.”

“No he isn’t.” “He’s the one I told you about, the guy that tried to kill me and my father.”

“O, Jackson Rippner, I’ve been waiting for you.” said Michael staring into Jackson’s eyes.

“What are you talking about Michael?” asked Lisa still holding the teaser.

Michael pulled a gun from who-knows-where and pointed it at Jackson, then at Lisa. The shook of her boyfriend’s actions caused her to drop the teaser.

“What the Hell?” asked Jackson as he looked from Lisa to Michael.

“Ok, Jackson, drop it or I’ll shot Lisa.” said Michael pointing the gun toward her.

“What makes you think I’d care if you shot her?” replied Jackson in a calm cool voice.

“You came all this way to see her, so I think you would.” Sneered Michael

Michael was right; all Jackson could do for the time was drop the gun and slide it over to Michael. Do I really want to hurt Lisa, thought Jackson. Yes, after all she had done to him, she deserved it, but I can’t let it be by another person.

“Now put up your hands, both of you.”

“Why are you doing this Michael? I thought you were a cop.” said Lisa as walked backwards toward Jackson. She now stood so close to Jackson that he could smell her perfume.

“Do you know how many people want Jackson’s head because he screwed up on the assignation and yours because you were the reason for it? The criminal always goes back to the scene of the crime and when I heard that Jackson was still alive, well, I just knew. Get close to you and soon the rat will show himself. I’m so luckily that I saw Mr. Rippner trying to hide behind a tree earlier, if I didn’t then I wouldn’t have known. Good job Jackson, you’ve made my job so much easier.”

“You know how to pick them, don’t you Lisa?” laughed Jackson. As Michael came closer, Jackson stared into Lisa’s blue eyes, was she as confused as he was? Jackson knew that people were extremely mad at him because of the failed assignation, but why bring her into it?
As Michael dropped the gun slightly to grab Lisa‘s arm, Jackson charged. His leg was sheering with pain, but was worth it, as he knocked Michael to the ground, sending the gun a few feet away. Jackson struggled to keep Michael down as he reached for the gun, but Michael was stronger than Jackson and sent him flying across the floor. Michael picked up the gun and aimed it toward Jackson.

“My bosses wanted you alive, but guess a corpses will do,” said Michael staring at Jackson with an overpowering gaze of cruelty.

Jackson saw a flash of amber curls, when suddenly; Michael’s body shook and fell to the floor. And who stood behind him was Lisa.

“Thanks Lisa,” said Jackson

“Leave my house, leave my life, and don’t ever come back.” said Lisa, holding the teaser.

“You heard him; he’s after both of us.”

“So, I can I handle myself.”

“Why don’t we interrogate this guy and see what he knows and if you still think you can handle yourself, I’ll leave,” said Jackson. Lisa thought for a moment and reached her hand to Jackson. He took her hand and felt how soft it was as she pulled him up.

[blue-eyed struck]

Great job lisa. You've always been able to capture Jackson's emotions and POV perfectly.

Dayna: that was suspenseful and definitely unexpected! Cillian Bar for you!

[c.m.ismyxanatos]

Ooh, how intruiging. *if I could spell the word. arg* I'm definitely gonna be watching this.

[Lisa Rippner]

Oh, fine, I'll go again. Geez, where are the rest of you people?!

[Lisa Rippner]

Viola! A new installment! And you guys better go again after this.

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Jackson reluctantly let go of Lisa’s hand, as she practically ripped it away once she was firmly on her feet. The two of them stared at the limp, tazered man lying on the tiled floor.

“Help me lift him,” Lisa said, glancing up at Jackson before bending down and grabbing one of Michael’s arms. Jackson followed suite, and took his other side as they led him over to a kitchen chair.

“Do you have any rope?” Jackson asked.

“It’s in the cupboard under the phone,” she said absently, “over there.”

He nodded, and walked the few feet over to the other end of the kitchen. He came back with the desired rope, and handed one end to Lisa. “Hold this,” he said, and began wrapping it around Michael’s upper body.

Then the job was done, and Lisa and Jackson stood side by side, both staring at the bound man rather than each other. Finally, Lisa broke the ice. “What are you doing here?”

Jackson swung out his arms slightly, then let them fall back against the sides of his thighs, all to exaggerate his shrug. “Just dropping by, really. Then things got complicated, of course.”

“Right. And you were dropping by because…?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he admitted with a half smile.

She looked up at him suspiciously. “Try me.”

“Uh, well…” he began slowly, but was interrupted by a groan from the body in front of them. “Ah, look who’s awake,” Jackson jeered.

Lisa leisurely grabbed the gun off the counter and aimed it at her former friend. Jackson snapped his fingers in front of the man’s face. “We need you conscious,” he said.

The man looked around, glared at the people in front of him, and continued to fume from his seat. “Alright, Michael, tell us what you know,” Lisa snapped.

The man raised an eyebrow, then leaned back. “I don’t think so,” he said evenly.

Lisa smirked and glanced upward at Jackson. “Should I slap him for effect?” she asked.

Jackson laughed in response. “By all means,” he agreed, gesturing towards the man as a target.

“You don’t want to be hurting me,” Michael interjected, and the tone of his voice had changed. Her examined his captors coolly.

“Oh?” Jackson arched an eyebrow.

“See, my men know exactly where I am. And if you hurt me, they’ll be after your blood. And they won’t stop ‘till they’ve killed you. Take my word for it.”

“And just who are your men?” Jackson continued.

“Your men. The same men who wanted to put guns to their heads after getting word that the Reisert biatch hadn’t just finished you off after your embarrassing screw up. You damaged the company, Jack, and they’ll make sure you pay for it.”

Jackson grabbed the gun from Lisa’s hand and backhanded the man with it. Michael gasped sharply as blood dripped from his lower scalp. “Her name is Lisa,” Jackson corrected. He put one hand on the trigger, and before Lisa even had time to protest, the man’s head lolled to the side, his features encrimsoned by a bullet through his temple.

Jackson then pocketed the gun, looking almost jumpy as he surveyed the house. “We need to leave,” he said, and grabbed onto Lisa’s elbow, pulling her along.

“You just…killed him,” she said softly.

“He was going to do the same to you,” Jackson argued. “It was practically self defense.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” she said firmly, and stopped in her tracks.

Jackson sighed. “Lisa, if you don’t come with me now, there going to come into your house, have their fun with you, and then watch as you die from multiple stab wounds. Now, that’s option one. Option two is that you come with me and we go for a little ride. Which sounds easier to you?”

“I hate you,” Lisa glared. Jackson nodded. “I know,” he agreed. But her features softened, and she looked behind her once, at Michael’s lifeless form, then forward, at Jackson.

She nodded. “Let’s go.”

[mandourage]

Just thought I'd add my two cents. We're not really gone yet, though. LOL. I'm a slow writer... if I ever write at all ;D

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Lisa would never find out what it was about Jackson that made her feel so scared yet safe at the same time. Why did she go with him, when she knew he was trouble in the first place?

"So," Jackson began, his tone somewhat agitated.

Lisa took her keys of the kitchen table and turned around to face Jackson.

"So," he repeated. "You do realize this whole ordeal does not necessarily make us friends now, Leese. Though I know you may find this hard to believe, after all, your such a people pleaser, aren't you, hm?"

Lisa sneered and made her way over to the front door, taking one last glance at her now dead ex as she went. She couldn't believe how her whole life just kept on being messed up by weirdos. If she ever got out of this, she would never, ever, trust another man again.

Apparently she lingered too long for Jackson's liking because he grabbed her by the arm and gave her a good shove in the direction of the front door.

"Well, apparently, this wasn't planned. But, well, we will have to make the most of it. Won't we, Leese? Shall we take a little ride? Just you and me, then?"

Jackson pulled her along but Lisa had enough pride left to not let herself be dragged over to her own car if she was going to have to go with him anyway. She yanked herself free and closed the front door behind them.

Finally feeling on top of things since he could do her no harm in her own street, as to not cause suspicion, she patted him on the back.

"Very smart of you Jack, to drag me over to my car. No, really, people wouldn't suspect a thing! We'll do it more often, we'll just blend in that way, I'm sure!"

"Shut up, Leese."

But Lisa didn't care about his answer. She knew she had outsmarted him in this part. Ha, what about that male driven fact based logic of his. How thick headed could he be? He might have his male driven fact based logic, but it took her female driven emotion based instinct to make a succes out of their escape. And he knew it.

[§hannon]

We need an update from somebody!

[ohiouniversitygirl]

Here's my little chapter...I hope you guys like it!

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A low whisper passed through Jack’s lips as they approached her vehicle. “Somehow I knew you were a luxury car kind of girl…this will do nicely”.

As a result of the extremely generous raise she had received in compensation for saving the life of the Deputy Secretary of Homeland Security, Lisa had finally been able to purchase her own little symbol of status, a impeccably white Lexus SUV. From the navigation system to the air filtration, she had spared no expense. Now, to see the fruit of her labors being lasciviously eyed by the man who had nearly cost her everything turned her stomach. Lisa looked down at the sidewalk beneath her feet as her cheeks grew warm and red. Almost instantly she felt his focus shift to her and reluctantly raised her own eyes to meet his cool gaze. The corner of his lips turned up in a subtle smile. Jack could sense her discomfort and it delighted him.

“Should I hotwire it or were you going to give me the keys? Either one will do…I have capable hands”

His question snapped her back into reality and she looked down to see the keys clenched tightly in her white knuckled hand. Why was she making such a big deal over a car? She couldn’t understand why she felt so violated as she handed him the keys and walked over to the passenger side.

Once inside the car she marveled at how different her own vehicle could look from the passenger’s seat. “I’ve never sat in the passenger’s seat of my own car before”, she blurted out nervously. He gazed at her intensely as if he read hidden meaning in her simple statement. “You aren’t driving this situation, Lisa…I’m the one in control”.

[bluebutterfly]

very good... my reply's a little (by a year or so) late but if allowed I will write a chapter.