Post by Neun on Sept 27, 2005 18:04:33 GMT -5
...I actually WROTE a Red Eye fic. And it's going to be more than one chapter. I'm actually afraid. lol.
Hope ya'll enjoy it.
Oblivion - Chapter 1
She sat in a bar, content to drink more and more alcohol until her world faded into sweet nothingness. Life was relatively back to normal. She was still manager of the Lux Atlantic, and still dealt with irritating people regularly. She still was a workaholic, and still called her dad up twice a week to say hello.
The situation with Jackson had been two months ago, but still she remained haunted. Vivid blue eyes flashed through her memory, both kind when in the bar, and then cruel and calculating when on the plane. A charming smile. His voice a hiss as he tells her not to gamble with her father’s life. His fingers running over her scar.
The look in his eyes as he lay on the wooden floor of her house, bleeding from two gunshot wounds and a hole in his throat. She remembers the pure loathing in the unfathomable blue, the pure fury…and a simple curiousity as to why she had done what she had done.
Lisa Reisert then fell forward into oblivion onto the counter of the bar from having too much to drink.
Her brown eyes opened blearily to sunlight pouring in through her window. She groaned, her head pained by the brightness, and after a few moments was able to look over at her bedside table. The digital clock sat on it, red numbers blearing 8:34 am. Another groan and her eyes shut. It was way too early, and her head felt like it was going to explode.
“Now now Leese, it’s time to get up.”
Despite the heaviness her eyelids felt, it didn’t stop them from shooting open at the voice. She even sat up abruptly. This action, however, was not smart in her current state. Once up, her head felt like an anvil and she had the sudden urge to throw up. She closed her eyes to hold back the feeling.
She felt the bed sink as someone sat on the bed next to her, but her eyes remained closed. Fingers were at her mouth, brushing against her lips. “Open up.”
Lisa did so obediently, at the moment not caring who the voice probably belonged to. A pill was slipped into her mouth, which felt dry as sandpaper, and then she felt a glass touching her lips. She felt one hand supporting her back so she wouldn’t fall backwards as she opened her lips and allowed water to be poured in.
She swallowed the pill, then some more water, before groaning again. She wanted to go back to sleep.
“…You really did drink a whole hell of a lot,” The voice said, sounding completely amused with her hung over state.
She opened her eyes blearily to meet bright blue. She scowled at him, and opened her mouth to give a sarcastic remark…
…But deciding against it, Lisa Reisert fell backwards onto the bed and back into oblivion once again.
Yawning, Lisa sat up in bed a stretched. She felt much better than she had earlier. Sleeping had surprisingly gotten rid of the hang over, and she had been spared from having to throw up. Turning her head, she glanced at her digital clock on the table again. It was noon.
Blinking more sleep out of her eyes, she turned her gaze to the other side now. Her eyes widened as she saw just who was lying on the bed. Jackson was sprawled out on his back comfortably, obviously quite comfortable, and was gazing at her lazily through one open eye.
“It’s about time you woke up, Leese.”
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. They stared at each other for that amount of time before Lisa gave a yelp and tumbled backwards. Reflexives as quick and graceful as a cat, Jackson shot up into a sitting position and reached out, grabbing one of her arms in each of his hands to prevent her from falling off the bed.
The staring began again. Jackson had a knowing look in his eye. Lisa looked stunned and obviously was hoping she was dreaming and this was a result from one too many random drinks (she no longer drank sea breezes).
Jackson clicked his tongue. “Going to give me the silent treatment after all this time? Come on now. We know each other too well for that.”
Lisa wet her lips with her tongue, her voice failing her for a while. He couldn’t be here. She’d shot him. Stabbed him. They’d taken him to the hospital, then thrown him in jail. He’d been convicted. She’d been in the court room that day…Jackson Rippner just could not be here.
But finally she managed to compose herself enough to speak. “How…why are you here?”
“To see you, of course.” He didn’t answer the ‘how’ part.
“…And what do you intend to do?”
Jackson blinked at her lazily, a somewhat bored expression on his face. “I intend to steal you.”
Lisa gave a high pitched laugh, so random that she startled herself. Jackson’s grip on her arms tightened, as he probably was just as wary of her laugh. Closing her eyes to hold back tears, she whispered. “Steal me? Come on now Jack…” She could feel his eyes narrow at the nickname, boring into her skull. “…You’ve already haunted me. But now you also want to steal me? Someone who would have you dead?”
“You wouldn’t want me dead.” There was a smile in his voice.
“You tried to f*cking kill me.” She swore at him in anger, eyes reopening in rage.
“You tried first. If you’d gone along with what I told you and had been a good little manager, I’d have been out of your life forever…But no. You had to go play the heroine.” He leaned forward, his lips right next to her ear. His grip remained firm on her arms. “Though I suppose we both knew we’d never be rid of each other since the first time our eyes met. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Lisa Reisert most certainly would agree, though wouldn’t give this blue eyed devil the satisfaction of hearing her say it. The moment she’d looked into his eyes as they stood in line for their tickets, she knew she’d never forget him. And the instant she’d sat down at the bar she knew she’d never want to. With him, in those moments, it felt like the world and everything in it could fall into oblivion and it wouldn’t matter. It had just been a feeling.
“…It felt like I could hold onto your forever…” She murmured, and then stiffened when she realized she’d said it out loud.
“Tsk tsk. Fantasizing about the man who threatened you? How inappropriate…” The sarcasm was back.
“Call it female logic.” Lisa ground out in response.
“And female logic is definitely a strange thing.” Jackson’s blue eyes glinted. “Especially when it comes to savig lives, whilst also being attracted to the certain person threatening said lives…”
“Shut up.”
“And oh, I saw the pity in your eyes when you shot me. That sadness…such a curious thing…”
“SHUT UP!” She raged at him, and violently threw herself against him, knocking them both over. He lay now flat on his back, staring upwards at her, and she was on top of him, eyes shut tightly as she tried not to cry. She felt his fingers as they reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hm, so you were really thinking about me.” He murmured, sounding puzzled now.
She had the strongest urge to hit him. Had he’d said all those things on an assumption?
“So tell me, Jack…” She breathed out raggedly, brown eyes reopening to meet his blue, anger fuling her confidence. “What is male driven, fact-based logic telling you to do about the girl who stuck a Frankenstein pen in your throat?”
He smirked.
She blinked.
He let go of her other arm, and pulled her head downwards. He kissed her.
She began to cry.
But the kiss continued nonetheless. It was slow, gentle, and she could tell he was doing his best not to scare her. Memories of that mall parking lot flashed through her memory all the same though. Memories of a tall, burly man, wreaking of alcohol despite it being the afternoon. Him holding a knife to her throat. Her being helpless to stop him.
Panicking, she cried out, and her body shook violently. Jackson immediately released her from the kiss, but kept her in his arms. He pulled her close, forcing her head to rest against his shoulder and not letting her go. “Lisa.” He said sharply.
The memories were still there. Him breathing down on her, and then him slashing her chest with the blade.
“Lisa.” He said again, voice now soothing and kind. “I’m not going to hurt you. You know that. Calm down…calm down, Leese.”
And slowly but surely, she did calm down. At Jackson’s voice, the memories of the man faded, and once again all she knew was the fact that she was resting against this strange assassin. She concentrated on his hand moving in soothing circles on her back to regulate her breathing, and eventually it became quiet again.
Who knew he could be so gentle?
“I hate you.” She breathed out raggedly.
“I hate you too.” Jackson replied easily. “And that’s the funniest part…I hate you, actually was willing to go as far as to have killed you after what you did to me…” His fingers ran lazily through her hair. “And I never actually do the killing part most of the time…”
“Love hate relationship?” She questioned dryly.
“Exactly, Leese, exactly.” He responded, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
“…You should’ve just left me alone.”
“You should’ve just listened to me on the plane.”
“…The Keefe’s would’ve died!”
“I’m quite tempted to say that your life is worth more than some fool politician’s.”
“But children?”
He shrugged slightly beneath her. “Yeah.”
Lisa felt the fear creep back into her, reality setting in and blocking out her feelings for this blue eyed stranger. A stranger she felt she’d known for years. But in reality, he had been hired to threaten her. To threaten her father. And he had intented to have the Keefe family killed. He had also claimed to come to have stealen her…Claimed to have hated her. Claimed a love hate relationship. Claimed that her life was worth more than the Keefe family’s.
She had the sudden urge to throw up, and pushed away from his grip.
But this action was father unsuccessful, as he just pushed her over onto her back and stared down at her. Each of he arms rested on either side of her head to support his body, and he stared down at her with a perfectly serious expression.
“I intend to steal you.”
“…I won’t go anywhere with you.” Lisa replied sharply.
He smiled slowly. “You don’t have a choice. If I leave you here, you’ll die.”
She blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“There are…people…who are rather unhappy with my failure at killing the Keefe’s. However…I am high in their ranks. And they’re quite interested in the woman who evaded me.”
The color drained from her face. This wasn’t happening. She shut her eyes tightly, attempting to play pretend again as she had many months before. Jackson was not here now. Nothing had happened on the plane. She led a normal life, nothing eventful happened…
This was chanted over and over in her head.
She felt Jackson move off of her to sit on the bed next to her, but she did not open her eyes. She wanted her sweet oblivion again. She wanted to be clueless and unconcerned with the world around her…
“Open your eyes.” He commanded. It was his voice from the plane. Sharp, cold, calculating.
And instead of defying Jackson as she had done so many times on the plane, she opened her eyes with a strange sort of obedience. And she stared.
He had removed his shirt, and in plain sight were two angry red scars from gunshot wounds not yet fully healed. His throat also bore a nasty looking scar from where she’d stabbed him with the pen. And the worst part was she was strangely attracted to him despite all of this.
Faster than she could ever remember moving in her life, she shot out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. There, she promptly threw up the contents of her stomach, sickened not by alcohol, but by her own thoughts of Jackson Rippner.
Hope ya'll enjoy it.
Oblivion - Chapter 1
She sat in a bar, content to drink more and more alcohol until her world faded into sweet nothingness. Life was relatively back to normal. She was still manager of the Lux Atlantic, and still dealt with irritating people regularly. She still was a workaholic, and still called her dad up twice a week to say hello.
The situation with Jackson had been two months ago, but still she remained haunted. Vivid blue eyes flashed through her memory, both kind when in the bar, and then cruel and calculating when on the plane. A charming smile. His voice a hiss as he tells her not to gamble with her father’s life. His fingers running over her scar.
The look in his eyes as he lay on the wooden floor of her house, bleeding from two gunshot wounds and a hole in his throat. She remembers the pure loathing in the unfathomable blue, the pure fury…and a simple curiousity as to why she had done what she had done.
Lisa Reisert then fell forward into oblivion onto the counter of the bar from having too much to drink.
Her brown eyes opened blearily to sunlight pouring in through her window. She groaned, her head pained by the brightness, and after a few moments was able to look over at her bedside table. The digital clock sat on it, red numbers blearing 8:34 am. Another groan and her eyes shut. It was way too early, and her head felt like it was going to explode.
“Now now Leese, it’s time to get up.”
Despite the heaviness her eyelids felt, it didn’t stop them from shooting open at the voice. She even sat up abruptly. This action, however, was not smart in her current state. Once up, her head felt like an anvil and she had the sudden urge to throw up. She closed her eyes to hold back the feeling.
She felt the bed sink as someone sat on the bed next to her, but her eyes remained closed. Fingers were at her mouth, brushing against her lips. “Open up.”
Lisa did so obediently, at the moment not caring who the voice probably belonged to. A pill was slipped into her mouth, which felt dry as sandpaper, and then she felt a glass touching her lips. She felt one hand supporting her back so she wouldn’t fall backwards as she opened her lips and allowed water to be poured in.
She swallowed the pill, then some more water, before groaning again. She wanted to go back to sleep.
“…You really did drink a whole hell of a lot,” The voice said, sounding completely amused with her hung over state.
She opened her eyes blearily to meet bright blue. She scowled at him, and opened her mouth to give a sarcastic remark…
…But deciding against it, Lisa Reisert fell backwards onto the bed and back into oblivion once again.
Yawning, Lisa sat up in bed a stretched. She felt much better than she had earlier. Sleeping had surprisingly gotten rid of the hang over, and she had been spared from having to throw up. Turning her head, she glanced at her digital clock on the table again. It was noon.
Blinking more sleep out of her eyes, she turned her gaze to the other side now. Her eyes widened as she saw just who was lying on the bed. Jackson was sprawled out on his back comfortably, obviously quite comfortable, and was gazing at her lazily through one open eye.
“It’s about time you woke up, Leese.”
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. They stared at each other for that amount of time before Lisa gave a yelp and tumbled backwards. Reflexives as quick and graceful as a cat, Jackson shot up into a sitting position and reached out, grabbing one of her arms in each of his hands to prevent her from falling off the bed.
The staring began again. Jackson had a knowing look in his eye. Lisa looked stunned and obviously was hoping she was dreaming and this was a result from one too many random drinks (she no longer drank sea breezes).
Jackson clicked his tongue. “Going to give me the silent treatment after all this time? Come on now. We know each other too well for that.”
Lisa wet her lips with her tongue, her voice failing her for a while. He couldn’t be here. She’d shot him. Stabbed him. They’d taken him to the hospital, then thrown him in jail. He’d been convicted. She’d been in the court room that day…Jackson Rippner just could not be here.
But finally she managed to compose herself enough to speak. “How…why are you here?”
“To see you, of course.” He didn’t answer the ‘how’ part.
“…And what do you intend to do?”
Jackson blinked at her lazily, a somewhat bored expression on his face. “I intend to steal you.”
Lisa gave a high pitched laugh, so random that she startled herself. Jackson’s grip on her arms tightened, as he probably was just as wary of her laugh. Closing her eyes to hold back tears, she whispered. “Steal me? Come on now Jack…” She could feel his eyes narrow at the nickname, boring into her skull. “…You’ve already haunted me. But now you also want to steal me? Someone who would have you dead?”
“You wouldn’t want me dead.” There was a smile in his voice.
“You tried to f*cking kill me.” She swore at him in anger, eyes reopening in rage.
“You tried first. If you’d gone along with what I told you and had been a good little manager, I’d have been out of your life forever…But no. You had to go play the heroine.” He leaned forward, his lips right next to her ear. His grip remained firm on her arms. “Though I suppose we both knew we’d never be rid of each other since the first time our eyes met. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Lisa Reisert most certainly would agree, though wouldn’t give this blue eyed devil the satisfaction of hearing her say it. The moment she’d looked into his eyes as they stood in line for their tickets, she knew she’d never forget him. And the instant she’d sat down at the bar she knew she’d never want to. With him, in those moments, it felt like the world and everything in it could fall into oblivion and it wouldn’t matter. It had just been a feeling.
“…It felt like I could hold onto your forever…” She murmured, and then stiffened when she realized she’d said it out loud.
“Tsk tsk. Fantasizing about the man who threatened you? How inappropriate…” The sarcasm was back.
“Call it female logic.” Lisa ground out in response.
“And female logic is definitely a strange thing.” Jackson’s blue eyes glinted. “Especially when it comes to savig lives, whilst also being attracted to the certain person threatening said lives…”
“Shut up.”
“And oh, I saw the pity in your eyes when you shot me. That sadness…such a curious thing…”
“SHUT UP!” She raged at him, and violently threw herself against him, knocking them both over. He lay now flat on his back, staring upwards at her, and she was on top of him, eyes shut tightly as she tried not to cry. She felt his fingers as they reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hm, so you were really thinking about me.” He murmured, sounding puzzled now.
She had the strongest urge to hit him. Had he’d said all those things on an assumption?
“So tell me, Jack…” She breathed out raggedly, brown eyes reopening to meet his blue, anger fuling her confidence. “What is male driven, fact-based logic telling you to do about the girl who stuck a Frankenstein pen in your throat?”
He smirked.
She blinked.
He let go of her other arm, and pulled her head downwards. He kissed her.
She began to cry.
But the kiss continued nonetheless. It was slow, gentle, and she could tell he was doing his best not to scare her. Memories of that mall parking lot flashed through her memory all the same though. Memories of a tall, burly man, wreaking of alcohol despite it being the afternoon. Him holding a knife to her throat. Her being helpless to stop him.
Panicking, she cried out, and her body shook violently. Jackson immediately released her from the kiss, but kept her in his arms. He pulled her close, forcing her head to rest against his shoulder and not letting her go. “Lisa.” He said sharply.
The memories were still there. Him breathing down on her, and then him slashing her chest with the blade.
“Lisa.” He said again, voice now soothing and kind. “I’m not going to hurt you. You know that. Calm down…calm down, Leese.”
And slowly but surely, she did calm down. At Jackson’s voice, the memories of the man faded, and once again all she knew was the fact that she was resting against this strange assassin. She concentrated on his hand moving in soothing circles on her back to regulate her breathing, and eventually it became quiet again.
Who knew he could be so gentle?
“I hate you.” She breathed out raggedly.
“I hate you too.” Jackson replied easily. “And that’s the funniest part…I hate you, actually was willing to go as far as to have killed you after what you did to me…” His fingers ran lazily through her hair. “And I never actually do the killing part most of the time…”
“Love hate relationship?” She questioned dryly.
“Exactly, Leese, exactly.” He responded, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
“…You should’ve just left me alone.”
“You should’ve just listened to me on the plane.”
“…The Keefe’s would’ve died!”
“I’m quite tempted to say that your life is worth more than some fool politician’s.”
“But children?”
He shrugged slightly beneath her. “Yeah.”
Lisa felt the fear creep back into her, reality setting in and blocking out her feelings for this blue eyed stranger. A stranger she felt she’d known for years. But in reality, he had been hired to threaten her. To threaten her father. And he had intented to have the Keefe family killed. He had also claimed to come to have stealen her…Claimed to have hated her. Claimed a love hate relationship. Claimed that her life was worth more than the Keefe family’s.
She had the sudden urge to throw up, and pushed away from his grip.
But this action was father unsuccessful, as he just pushed her over onto her back and stared down at her. Each of he arms rested on either side of her head to support his body, and he stared down at her with a perfectly serious expression.
“I intend to steal you.”
“…I won’t go anywhere with you.” Lisa replied sharply.
He smiled slowly. “You don’t have a choice. If I leave you here, you’ll die.”
She blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“There are…people…who are rather unhappy with my failure at killing the Keefe’s. However…I am high in their ranks. And they’re quite interested in the woman who evaded me.”
The color drained from her face. This wasn’t happening. She shut her eyes tightly, attempting to play pretend again as she had many months before. Jackson was not here now. Nothing had happened on the plane. She led a normal life, nothing eventful happened…
This was chanted over and over in her head.
She felt Jackson move off of her to sit on the bed next to her, but she did not open her eyes. She wanted her sweet oblivion again. She wanted to be clueless and unconcerned with the world around her…
“Open your eyes.” He commanded. It was his voice from the plane. Sharp, cold, calculating.
And instead of defying Jackson as she had done so many times on the plane, she opened her eyes with a strange sort of obedience. And she stared.
He had removed his shirt, and in plain sight were two angry red scars from gunshot wounds not yet fully healed. His throat also bore a nasty looking scar from where she’d stabbed him with the pen. And the worst part was she was strangely attracted to him despite all of this.
Faster than she could ever remember moving in her life, she shot out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. There, she promptly threw up the contents of her stomach, sickened not by alcohol, but by her own thoughts of Jackson Rippner.
