Here I come
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M through R › Red Eye
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,524
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Red Eye, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Here I come
The heels of Lisa Reisart's work shoes clicked sharply on the granite sidewalk as she kept up her brisk pace to work. Holding her clutch purse in one hand and her starbucks cappucino shot in the other, she paused, drained the cup, and disposed of it in the green metal wastebasket near the road. As she began to walk again, she brushed her dark brown hair out of her eyes in one movement and looked up at the blue October sky. She was still happy about her decision to move to Washington D.C. last December. Her therapist said that it would be good for her to get out of Miami, and her parents and friends had been supportive, if a bit dissappointed.
She was now employed at another hotel, this time the Hilton, not quite as classy as the Lux Atlantic if a little larger. but she liked the city. she liked the metro, she liked the people, and the shops. but most of all, she liked Ramses, the giant Saint Bernard she'd gotten and named after an Egyptian Pharaoh. Her apartment was just big enough for both of them to live in harmony, although he did take up most of her bed every night, refusing to sleep on the $25 doggy bed she'd gotten him when he was still small enough to sit on her lap. He wasnt quite full-grown, but he was nearly as big as a horse as it was. But she liked that about him. He made her feel secure.
The events of the red eye flight to miami last year were still fresh in her mind; as fresh as the fear she tasted in the back of her throat every time she saw a well-dressed man with dark hair and blue eyes. And being that she was in the hotel business, she saw quite a lot of them.
Jackson Rippner's intense impact on her was something that she had discussed at great length with her therapist. He seemed to be worried about her suffering from something called Stockholme's Syndrome, just because she mentioned him often.
"i'm not in love with him, he just tried to kill me!" she exclaimed in one session. All this outburst got her was a prescription for something to help with her rage issues, one she never got filled.
the one thing she and doctor Fuller agreed on was that she should get out of Florida. And as soon as she signed the lease on her apartment, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. she was out.
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The butt of a cigarette glowed red as the man took a drag. they tasted like shit, but at least it was nicotine, and he knew he would need it in about 6 minutes. he closed his eyes, leaned back against the concrete building, and blew the smoke from his nostrils. Goddamn Frasier, with his goddamn arrogance...
"hey, rippner!" the shout came from down by the pier.
"shit." he dropped the cigarette and ground it under his heel, looking up.
"hey macky," said jackson.
"i understand that youve been demoted, Jack," said Macky. "They got you on pickup duty?"
Jackson ground his teeth. "thats right." he hated being called Jack.
Macky whistled through his teeth. "damn. i'd sure hate to be on cleanup crew tonight. your'e doing the MacDougall case, right?"
Jackson smiled. "you know I'm not at liberty to discuss that, Macky."
"yeah, ok. Just thought maybe you'd need some help. you know, since you've been having so much trouble with your hits lately." Macky grinned. "what was she, 100, 110 pounds at the most? i heard she did a real number on you. heard she got you shot." he chuckled.
jackson forced himself to stay quiet as the other man turned his back, choosing to pick his battles. starting a fight with Macky would only make things worse, he knew, and if there was one thing to be said about Jack Rippner, it was that he was smart.
Besides, 15 minutes later, after it was all over, Jackson was having his revenge. Standing over Macky, holding the knife still in the man's stomach with his foot, he whispered, "i am never beaten, Macky. But you are. Have a good night."
then he straightened up and walked away, flipping open his cellphone.
"Rippner here. Yes, the job is done. Macky? oh, he got caught in the middle..."
Later that night, Jackson thought about a young woman with dark brown hair and stroked himself. he went over in his mind every moment of the flight and afterwards, and as he climaxed, throwing his head back and grunting, he cried," im coming to get you, Lisa!"
She was now employed at another hotel, this time the Hilton, not quite as classy as the Lux Atlantic if a little larger. but she liked the city. she liked the metro, she liked the people, and the shops. but most of all, she liked Ramses, the giant Saint Bernard she'd gotten and named after an Egyptian Pharaoh. Her apartment was just big enough for both of them to live in harmony, although he did take up most of her bed every night, refusing to sleep on the $25 doggy bed she'd gotten him when he was still small enough to sit on her lap. He wasnt quite full-grown, but he was nearly as big as a horse as it was. But she liked that about him. He made her feel secure.
The events of the red eye flight to miami last year were still fresh in her mind; as fresh as the fear she tasted in the back of her throat every time she saw a well-dressed man with dark hair and blue eyes. And being that she was in the hotel business, she saw quite a lot of them.
Jackson Rippner's intense impact on her was something that she had discussed at great length with her therapist. He seemed to be worried about her suffering from something called Stockholme's Syndrome, just because she mentioned him often.
"i'm not in love with him, he just tried to kill me!" she exclaimed in one session. All this outburst got her was a prescription for something to help with her rage issues, one she never got filled.
the one thing she and doctor Fuller agreed on was that she should get out of Florida. And as soon as she signed the lease on her apartment, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. she was out.
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The butt of a cigarette glowed red as the man took a drag. they tasted like shit, but at least it was nicotine, and he knew he would need it in about 6 minutes. he closed his eyes, leaned back against the concrete building, and blew the smoke from his nostrils. Goddamn Frasier, with his goddamn arrogance...
"hey, rippner!" the shout came from down by the pier.
"shit." he dropped the cigarette and ground it under his heel, looking up.
"hey macky," said jackson.
"i understand that youve been demoted, Jack," said Macky. "They got you on pickup duty?"
Jackson ground his teeth. "thats right." he hated being called Jack.
Macky whistled through his teeth. "damn. i'd sure hate to be on cleanup crew tonight. your'e doing the MacDougall case, right?"
Jackson smiled. "you know I'm not at liberty to discuss that, Macky."
"yeah, ok. Just thought maybe you'd need some help. you know, since you've been having so much trouble with your hits lately." Macky grinned. "what was she, 100, 110 pounds at the most? i heard she did a real number on you. heard she got you shot." he chuckled.
jackson forced himself to stay quiet as the other man turned his back, choosing to pick his battles. starting a fight with Macky would only make things worse, he knew, and if there was one thing to be said about Jack Rippner, it was that he was smart.
Besides, 15 minutes later, after it was all over, Jackson was having his revenge. Standing over Macky, holding the knife still in the man's stomach with his foot, he whispered, "i am never beaten, Macky. But you are. Have a good night."
then he straightened up and walked away, flipping open his cellphone.
"Rippner here. Yes, the job is done. Macky? oh, he got caught in the middle..."
Later that night, Jackson thought about a young woman with dark brown hair and stroked himself. he went over in his mind every moment of the flight and afterwards, and as he climaxed, throwing his head back and grunting, he cried," im coming to get you, Lisa!"