Other Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen ❯ Stolen ( Chapter 2 )

AN: Just a quick reminder for the sake of my fic, since Lisa never had to get him to let his guard down before she stabbed him, she never had a reason to tell him about her rape. So he's still in the dark about that little fact but he does know about the scar.

 

Chapter 2 - Stolen

Lisa's head was pounding like mad and hurt like hell. Dimly, she was aware of someone's muddled voice off in the near distance but at the moment that was secondary to the headache she was currently experiencing. Slowly, as the dominating presence that was her skull gave way to conscious, rational thought, she began to wonder where she was, how she had gotten there and who... It hit her like a bus, Jackson Rippner, the red eye, the call, the Keefe's, her dad. It all flooded back to her in a split second and to add insult to injury, it made her headache worse. She didn't notice the increased pounding though because all she could currently think about now was her father. Had Rippner made the call? Was he alright? She started to get up but quickly found that her wrists had been tied together behind her back. She was on a couch in what looked like a small office of some sort. The windows were dark but she could see the dim glow of what was probably a street light from farther below. She managed to sit up after a moment's clumsiness as no other part of her body was bound when she heard a voice.

“Yeah, she's here.”

She heard the sound of footsteps coming toward the partially open door of the office's only entrance and exit.

“She should be out for at least a couple more hours.”

She knew that voice, it was his. She hated that voice. Making a quick decision, she quickly lay back down in the position she'd woken up in and pretended to still be out cold. The moment her head rested against the warmth of the leather she had been occupying only moments before, the sound of the base of the door scooting along the pile of the carpet let her know that he'd reentered the room or at least opened the door.

“Yeah I know, I don't think anybody did but I guess there's a bird for all of us.”

Lisa couldn't hear the other side of the conversation but listened closely to every word Rippner said. Her heart was racing and she had no idea what he meant by bird. It just didn't seem to fit the rest of the conversation.

“She was a real pain in the ass. Wrote a `help me' message in someone's book cover and smeared a sign in soap that said there was a bomb on the plane in the bathroom.” There was a pause. “Oh yeah, she even feigned that the phone was working when it wasn't at one point. She did a somewhat convincing acting job of talking to no one on the other end of a dead line.”

She could hear him clearly but he didn't seem to be moving at the moment, like he just stopped inside the door.

“No. I had a pretty good idea but I didn't really decide until after we took off.” Another pause. “Yeah, it was all there like I asked. I'm still surprised it went off as well as it did. If she hadn't been such a clever mark, I'd say this was one of the smoothest high profile jobs we've ever pulled off.

Lisa wanted to cry. They were all dead, Keefe, his wife and his two kids. She'd met them all several times. Now, acting like she was peacefully sleeping suddenly became more difficult than she'd ever thought it could be.

“Quit kissing my ass, I don't have any control over your department, that's all Jones. But you better make sure that place is tight. She's not an idiot even though she usually thinks she's smarter than she really is and she's an absolutely terrible liar.” Another pause. “Just go through it yourself a few times. I'll do the same when I get there.”

Now she was really getting worried. Was he taking her somewhere? Anger quickly replaced her sadness over the Keefe's. This wasn't part of the deal, none of this was.

“Yeah, got it. Oh, one more thing about her, she's an even worse actress than she is a liar.”

Lisa heard him close the cell phone and then she didn't hear anything else. Several minutes passed, still she didn't hear anything but didn't dare move yet. When she heard music coming from what sounded like another room, she continued to lay there for a few more moments until she finally gathered up the courage to open her eyes. When she did, she regretted it. There, sitting across from her only a few feet away was the nightmare that had walked into and destroyed her life overnight. He was staring right at her with one eyebrow raised in knowing.

“Really Lisa, your little deceptions are so terrible that even a rookie in my line of work could spot them a mile away.” He paused for a moment before sitting forward in the chair and clasping his hands together while resting his elbows on his knees. He'd changed out of his business suit and now wore jeans and a simple button down white dress shirt.

“People breathe a lot differently when their sleeping and even more deeply when their drugged on what you took. Oh and they don't often hold their breath or look like their about to cry when a person mentions someone else dying.”

She hated the way he spoke. Everything was so pompous and arrogant. Like those people you talk to and no matter what the conversation is, they are somehow an expert and try to convince everyone around them that they are.

“Screw you.” She hissed and then struggled to sit up without the use of her hands.

He flashed her that smile which would have been charming under different circumstances but now she was repulsed by it. “We really don't have time for that now Leese but I'll take a rain check.”

She ignored his lewd sarcasm. She had other, more important things to worry about. “I want to speak to my father.”

“No can do Leese. It's not part of the plan.”

“What plan?”

He ignored her. “But don't worry. He's safe and unharmed and all because you finally came around and did the right thing.”

“Killing innocent people wasn't the right thing.” She spat back, still furious and ashamed over her part in it. She hated how callous and cavalier he was about their lives.

“It all depends upon your point of view.” He knew he was egging her on but he liked the angry Lisa as opposed to the morose one.

“No one who's sane would have that point of view.”

“Now we're arguing semantics.”

She didn't respond to his irritating chatter. When it looked like he was about to say something else that would just further incense her, she cut him off. “Where are you taking me?”

“Who ever said I was taking you anywhere? Or did you spy on more of that conversation than I thought you did?” She didn't say anything but just kept staring at him as though her eyes could beat the information out of him. He smirked at her defiance. “Looks like I'll have to up the dose a bit so you don't wake up so soon next time.”

“I'm not drinking anymore of your water.”

“I didn't think you would but then again that's what the needles are for, hits you quicker too.” He said this as he straightened up in his chair and then stood. He crossed around to a desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a slim metal case. He flicked up the clasps and raised the lid as though it were something delicate and lifted out a small, liquid filled syringe with a plastic cap over the needle.

“Don't get anywhere near me with that thing!” She hissed as she awkwardly stood and started for the door that she now realized was closed and probably locked.

“I really don't think you're in any position to be giving me orders Leese. Besides, stop worrying so much, this isn't the needle that would have killed you. It's just more of your sleepy friend.” He calmly started to cross over to her where she was now frantically trying to open the door with the hands that were tied behind her back but was failing miserably. It didn't matter that she couldn't even seem to turn the knob in with her frantically shaking hands. It was locked and only Jackson knew how to open it.

“Killed me? You were going to kill me?”

“It was always a possibility. Can't have any loose ends running around trying to tell the police anything about us and you definitely would have been one of those loose ends.” He held the syringe off to his right and slightly behind him as he continued his calm approach to her.

Lisa suddenly felt claustrophobic in the small office. He was getting so close to her and she still hadn't managed to open the door. Finally, he was too close and she bolted away from the door and Rippner but she didn't get very far. There was nowhere to run to. She only got a few paces away from him when he caught her. Her momentum and his sudden grip cause her to lose her balance and fall. With her hands still behind her back, she had no way to cushion her fall and landed on her stomach and chest, knocking the wind out of her. Before she could get back up to her feet, Rippner was on her and rolling her onto her back.

“Now that was silly Leese. Where did you think you were going to go?” He straddled her hips with his and just sat on her while he pulled the protective plastic covering off the needle. He saw her wide, terrified eyes as he tapped the side and squirted all of the air from the solution.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She cried out, having finally lost control over her emotions. She was so scared and she couldn't get away. Her arms were pinned painfully behind her back and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

“Why am I doing this Leese? I thought I'd already told you.” He saw the frightened confusion on her face and answered in kind with an exaggerated sigh as he pulled up the sleeve on her arm and injected her with the burning liquid that quickly left her feeling numb and groggy. “If I've decided not to kill you,” he said and pulled the empty syringe form her arm, “then I'm obviously going to do what I already told you I would.” He bent down over her and spoke the last words she'd hear for several days.

“I'm stealing you Leese.”