6. Eye of Unmitigated Infliction

They say it's easy to forgive and forget, but I say forget about forgiving and accept the inevitability of your destruction. When you make a wrong move against the wrong person; a single slip-up can cause immeasurable pain, both physically, and most importantly of all:

Mentally.

A knife (...or a pen) can slice through flesh easily, but a mind can dive deeper and burrow under the skin, lying within the tissue, looking at the impulses running throughout your body. Analyzing, controlling, laughing. An everlasting voice, whispering.

I'm with you, Imzadi. You'll never get rid of me.

You hear that, don't you? It walks with you and torments your thoughts. You don't realize where it's coming from, but it chills you all the same. That's the problem - your perception is only limited to three dimensions. Think of the fourth.

Think of me.

But Imzadi, don't fret...I do know some measure of compassion. I will warn you before your suffering begins, a freedom that you so horribly denied me. That wasn't very good of you, now was it? Tsk, you know, I will want an apology for what you did to me. Force yourself to look in the mirror - you're not so different than I. However much pain it will cause you to come to that blinding truth, it is right there. Staring you in the face.

Your mistake was capitalizing on my mistake.

One mistake.

Your life is destroyed. Just like you destroyed mine.

Ta-ta.

- JR

(Wrong guess, Lise - it's not your father.)

Calmly putting the pen down on the dash, he firmly gripped the note, written in his hasty, yet complexly neat writing. His eyes scanned it quietly, then smiling to himself, he looked up from the note into the early morning sun. Squinting as the sun reflected off the windows, he folded the note crisply.

Reaching for the pen with his gloved hand, he breathed in the morning air.

Unmitigated – an adjective

1. Not diminished or moderated in intensity or severity; unrelieved: unmitigated suffering.

2. Without qualification or exception; absolute: an unmitigated lie.

Grabbing the pen, he quickly drew a sketch onto an unoccupied part of the lined paper, the edges frayed from behing torn out of his notebook, not unlike the way he tore the pen from his throat. He quickly sketched an outline of an airplane – art was not one of his strong points. Frowning to himself, he quietly added the words "Flight 1019" on the side, just to make sure his point was gotten.

Stiffling a chuckle, he paused in his drawing before putting the note delicately in his pocket, like it was a fragile porcelain object. He couldn't afford to have the note crumpled. It would look like he was out of control. And no need to make her any more arrogant than she was.

Infliction – a noun

1. The act or process of imposing or meting out something unpleasant.

2. Something, such as punishment, that is inflicted.

Opening the Lexus door, he stood up and stretched. Wiping hair from his eyes, and briefly rubbing the skin holstering his inflamed neck tenderly, he quietly walked.

The golden inscripture boasting that the hotel was indeed the Lux Atlantic was glinting in the light, reflecting off the water. Part of the building was gone, but he didn't care.

His Eye of Unmitigated Infliction was out in full force. Whether it was going to be more mental or physical, he couldn't tell. But she was going to suffer. And it wasn't going to be half as humerous as what she did to him.

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Author's Note: I RISE! I RISE FROM THE DEAD! LOL! Now, that that's out of the way. I suppose I owe an explaination, eh? Well, I last updated this end of August. Then school started. And it's been murder. And then, about 2nd week of school, I got ill for 3 weeks. Now this included getting larengitis. And so, now, I can officially say I know what it feels like to be penned (thanks for that phrase hilby, I use it all the time now :)). Gasping for breath and talking with a rasp for a week is not fun. Poor Jackson :( And, hilariously enough, I am going through the same thing again right now. ANYWAYS. October rolled around and that was my apathetic month. I did nothing except for dress up as a Jedi for Halloween. Then November. My birthday and loads of Star Trek. And then I said "I suddenly really REALLY wanna update Eye of Spite". And voila. Sigh. :(

So I apologize for my long absence. It was definately unwarrented. And I really didn't have time or patience cause of being sick ATM do write a full chapter. So I got more fluff. I haven't seen Red Eye in months so I HOPE I still have Jackson right. If not, I kinda went down a small Hannibal route :P Hee. Another note about this chapter: yes, I am watching Star Trek: Nemesis. Thus the "Imzadi" (Imzadi - Star Trek's Betazed for "beloved", whilst used normally, it can be used kinda mockingly, as it was in Nemesis. Heeey, Jackson can be a Trek fan too, mmmk? ;)) and the mirror reference. I won't go into that but yeah.

Anyways...

Bimefl: Yes. Fluff is definately needed. I just can't write fluff, lol :)

BregoBeauty: I love people who hate elevator music. It's so. Annoying. (kills the elevator music) Sorry the update wasn't soon though :\

Eccentric Banshee: First off, I luff your reviews. Heart. Oh, and sorry, I had to use "of" again XD Hope you don't go run off screaming! Hehehe. And you know your description of Jackson sitting there? Well, that's exactly how I pictured him too. We're both so weird that we're like, connected. Hitman rules. Sometimes, I don't follow the missions either and I just go around shooting everyone. It's fun! 47 & Diana OTP! And you wanna know something? Not like, 2 days after your review, I actually found a shirt in my winter clothes pile, with a turtle on it that says "I'm one of those bad things that happens to good people". I was like "OMGOMGOMG! That's SO AWESOME!" I wear that shirt like, everytime I'm in a Jackson-esque mood now. It's not in the green though (shame, I like the green :() Thanks Sara! Mhwa!

Roony: Not sure if I started the "impromptu tracheotomy". I know when I first posted this there were only a few fics here, so maybe I did (heh, and here I thought I'd die without ever being quoted in my life)

Hilby: I draw my descriptions of pain from my mind, lol. I love creative writing, and I've done a lot of e-fedding (aka online wrestling writing RPGs) and thus I've needed to work on a lot of pain/suffering/angsty writing. I'm also glad everyone seems to love the Taylors. I loved em in a kinda "I wanna harm them cause they get on my nerves" kinda way :) And yes. Cillian in a scarf equals heart. Especially THAT scarf. When it's all floating and all amazingly hawt and stuff...swoon. Anyways, about the clam chowder, I can't describe it. I've never been one to enjoy it. \ weird.

Blodeuedd: Your Solitude reviews were helpful :) so was this one. And you demand, so I obey kehehe.

Anyhoo. I'm tired. I should be sleeping (or crying cause the end of Nemesis always makes me cry - no exception) so I'm gonna end this here. I hope I didn't scare all of you off with this. More will be soon. And not 2 and a half months soon! I promise!

Bethany out!