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Second Chances	By : demonsangel Category: M through R > Red Eye Views: 3289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye, any characters from it nor any of the ideas behind it. I also do not own Kaori Yuki who is referenced later on. I am making no money what so ever with this story, it is purely for fun.

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            After Rae’s little declaration, an argument had broken out. It was four in the afternoon, which could only mean one thing: the bar. Jackson had absolutely no desire to spend his night in a dark, smoky bar doing god knows what, listening to horrid music and having to deal with a bunch of fat, drunk businessmen—and he made that perfectly clear. He even tried arguing that if they both went, there would be no one to watch Jade.

            Rae had quickly shot that down, stating that Jade would be going as well. She also informed him that as long as he was staying with her, he might as well be useful—and that working was better than just sitting around all night by himself. Jackson continued to resist for about ten minutes, but he was eventually forced to give in; Rae was just too damned stubborn. She had a point, too; it was boring without her there to keep him company, though he tried to convince himself that it was simply because she was the only person he ever saw—not because he was actually starting to like her. And the “shower incident,” as he’d taken to calling it, was simply a fluke caused by his lack of sex and female company for the last few years. That had to be it.

            They had finally arrived outside the bar. A sign over the door read “Heaven in Hell Bar” in large letters, and just below it in smaller letters was “A little piece of heaven in a hellish world.” The place was closed at the moment, but would be open two hours later at six p.m. The building was two stories tall and made of simple red brick. The only thing that even suggested it was a business was the sign.

            The inside was dark and empty at the moment, though a few lights had been left on along the walls, allowing Jackson to look around. Large, square wooden columns were placed around the room, supporting interconnecting beams. Round tables were scattered across the floor, chairs stacked on top of them with several booths against the left wall. Directly across the room from the door was a stage and to the right, a large wooden bar.

            Rae ran her hand along the edge of the bar as she passed it, Jade running ahead of her. As Jackson went to follow, he noticed a large cork board on the wall next to the door. Half of it held various flyers and announcements, and the other half of the board held various pictures with dates written along the bottom. “What’s this?” he asked.

Pausing at the door she was about to go through, Rae turned slightly to see what he was talking about.

            “Hmm? Oh, that,” she said. “Those are people who have been banned, either for breaking the rules, causing problems or trying to sneak in while underage. The ones at the top have been banned for a month. Below that, two months, then five. After that, you’re banned for life.

            “Next are kids who tried sneaking in. We’re all familiar with how fake IDs are made, so spotting one isn’t hard. We also fax their pictures over to other bars in the area. Finally, there are the people who have an outstanding balance that needs to be paid. It’s a general rule amongst owners; if someone owes a lot of money, no one serves them until it’s paid. It’s a basic courtesy as well as a safety measure, since they’re likely to lose money as well,” she finished, pointing at the last row.

            Jackson nodded and followed her into a back room that held shelves of various bottles of alcohol, from the basics to the more expensive brands. Boxes containing what he could only assume was more alcohol lined the walls. He watched as Jade bolted up a set of stairs that were off to the side—

            —suddenly, a large, black hand shot out from beside the top of the stairs, scooping the little boy into the air as he shrieked and laughed. Jackson looked a little startled, but Rae just chuckled and headed up as well.

            “Looks like Ben’s here,” she said.

            Ben, Jackson quickly discovered, was a very large black male. He was leaning against the wall just inside the door at the top of the stairs with Jade perched on his shoulder. The man was easily 6’5”, possibly more, and he had to weigh at least 300 pounds. As Rae attempted to walk by, he quickly scooped her up with his free hand as if she were nothing more than a small child, causing her to yelp and laugh as he gave her a good squeeze.

            “Ben!” she gasped playfully. “I can’t breathe! It’s not a good idea to crush your boss,” she laughed.

            “Yeah, she might dock your pay,” someone called from the kitchen.

            Rae just snorted and rolled her eyes. “I only do that to you, Mitch,” she replied. “That reminds me; how long has it been since I last cut your pay? I think I’m overdue,” she smirked, looking over at the doorway that led to the kitchen as a tall man with brown hair and deep brown eyes came out, a towel over his shoulder.

            “Ha. Very funny, kid,” he said.

            Rae smacked his shoulder and scowled. “Don’t call me kid.”

Ben let out a deep chuckle at the two as he carefully set her down, dropping Jade on the couch lightly. He looked over at Jackson and his smile quickly disappeared, only to be replaced by a deep set scowl that made Ben look even more menacing then he already did.

Jackson stepped back nervously as he looked at the large man.

Rae looked over at the two. “Oh yeah, Jackson, this is Ben, our bouncer, and the idiot over there is my partner, Mitch,” she said, pointing to each in turn.

Ben just continued to scowl at Jackson before turning away and heading downstairs. Mitch was much friendlier and gave him a big grin.

“So you’re the guy that’s been taking up all of my girls attention,” Mitch said, putting an arm around Rae. Jackson immediately felt an intense wave of jealousy as he watched the two.

Rae rolled her eyes and stomped on Mitch’s foot when his hand traveled lower to rest on her ass. “Hands off, ya bloody perv. I’m not one of your little whores,” she said, stalking off downstairs.

Mitch just laughed as he headed back into the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable, dinner will be ready in a bit.”

After a few minutes, Jackson began to calm down again, releasing the fists he hadn’t realized he’d been making. Finally taking the time to look around, he discovered he was in a living room. A large plasma TV was against one wall as well as a huge stereo system and several video game consoles. A dark brown leather couch took up the middle of the room, with a worn coffee table in front of it that was littered with old magazines, receipts and a few empty beer bottles.

            Behind the couch was a small dining table, only big enough for maybe four people to sit at comfortably. A few tasteful pieces of art hung on the walls, and a large bookcase full of various CDs, DVDs and games completed the sparse decorations. The room itself screamed “bachelor” while still showing a faint woman’s touch.

            Mitch chuckled as he came out from the kitchen, carrying several large plates of steaming food. “The kid did a pretty nice job on this place,” he said, setting the plates on the table. “She refused to let me keep any of my old furniture when we came here from Japan, saying it was old, ugly and disgusting.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, grabbing some plates. “I liked it, but you can’t really argue with Rae when she sets her mind to something—especially when you’ve got my sister there backing her up. Next thing I know, they’ve thrown out almost everything and are dragging me around some boring furniture store. Of course, I had to pay for everything,” he sighed. “But they did okay. I get a lot more girls this way,” he smirked.

Jackson leaned against the back of the couch with his hands in his pockets and chuckled. “She does seem rather stubborn.”

Seconds later Jackson was struck by a pillow on the back of the head, and he quickly spun around to glare at whoever had hit him, his temper rising quickly. “It’s not being stubborn if you’re right,” Rae said, pillow still in her hand. Jackson continued to glare at her, but she ignored it, heading over to the table and helping Jade get his food.

Jackson was about to make some scathing remark when he felt, rather than heard, Ben. Turning, he saw the man standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and glaring directly at Jackson. Damn, that man was quiet! It didn’t seem possible that someone his size could move around practically undetected.

That, coupled by the look he was giving Jackson, unnerved him, and he quickly stepped out of the way as the big man made his way to the table to grab his food, disappearing back down the stairs once he had, with Mitch following suit.

This left Jackson alone with Rae and Jade, who were currently sitting on the couch eating what looked like some sort of stir-fry. Jackson stood there eying it warily; unsure he wanted to eat something he didn’t even know what it was.

“It’s Phat si-io, Jackson. Rice noodles stir-fried with si-io dam or thick, sweet soy sauce and nam pla, fish sauce. The meat is just chicken. It won’t kill you,” Rae said between bites. “Mitch has been into this Thai phase lately.” She finished eating and put her dishes in the kitchen, coming back to scoop up Jade who was starting to fall asleep on the couch.

“You better eat. It’s going to be busy tonight,” she said, leaving the room to help Jade get ready for bed.

Jackson watched her for a few minutes before finally grabbing the last plate and dishing some of the stir-fry onto it. Sitting on the couch, he began to eat. It was actually pretty good, and he soon found himself getting seconds.

He jumped a few minutes later, nearly dumping his food in his lap when Rae leaned over the back of the couch, chuckling softly. “Told ya it wouldn’t kill you.”

He scowled, slapping her hand when she reached out to grab a piece of chicken from his plate, not that it stopped her.

“Better not let Ben see you do that,” she said, popping the meat into her mouth.

Jackson thought back to the way the man had been glaring at him. “Does he always look at people like that?” he asked.

Rae shook her head. “No. People always assume Ben’s mean because of his size, but he’s really a big old teddy bear. The only thing that has ever really pissed him off is guys who hurt women and children.”

Jackson’s mind quickly processed what Rae had just said. “So he knows,” he said.

“How you helped assist in a plan to assassinate a man along with his wife and two children as well as kill Lisa Reisert and her father? Yeah. He knows. Hell, just about every adult does,” she replied.

Jackson tensed as he glared down at his plate and Rae placed her hand on his shoulder gently. “Hey, don’t let it get to you. Shit happens. You just have to learn to get over it and move on.”

She had meant that in a supportive kind of way, but all it did was set him off because he was on his feet on seconds, the plate flying across the room and crashing into the wall as he glared down at her, his eyes full of rage.

“Get over it? My life has been ruined! I spent two fucking years in prison where I was raped and beaten. And then I get out only to have it continue for the next year and a half and I’m supposed to just get over it like it was nothing?! You have no fucking idea what I’ve been through!” he raged. “So you’re an orphan who chose to run away. Boo-fucking-hoo. You were lucky; you’ve obviously had a pretty peachy life so don’t—”

—his words were cut short as his head snapped to the side. He raised a hand to his now stinging cheek and realized Rae had slapped him. He turned his head back and was just about to start yelling again when she beat him to it.

Her voice was scathing as she spoke, eyes narrowed dangerously. Her fists were clenched at her side as she shook slightly, clearly enraged. “Don’t act like you know me, Jackson Rippner. You don’t know a damn thing about me,” she hissed. “You want to know why I ran away? It’s because the supposedly wonderful couple that adopted me sold me to their dealer to pay off their fucking debt! I spent the next two years being rented out as a god damn sex slave! And unlike you Jackson, I wasn’t an adult. I was only five years old! I didn’t have a damn clue what was going on. I thought I was being punished because I lived while both my parents and adopted parents died.

“And I wasn’t the only one. I was kept in a tiny room with anywhere between 20 to 30 other kids at a time. We were always hungry and dirty and cold. Someone was always sick. All we had was a bucket to shit in and maybe two dirty old mattresses and a blanket to share, if we were lucky. Sometimes we would be allowed to leave. But only so they could load us up with stolen items from the store. When we were out we weren’t allowed to say anything or look at anyone. What we ate was usually what we were able to steal ourselves. And even then we usually had to fight with the other kids for it. Then there were the beatings. And that was only during the day. At night people would come, pay a fee and pick out which kid they wanted. Then for the next hour we had to do whatever they wanted. If we fought or resisted one of our captors would shove a needle in our arms and drug us so we couldn’t do anything. And then they’d beat us later once we could feel again.”

            “One night, the boss left us alone with some new recruits. Stupid bastards. The three of them were more interested in using the drugs they found than keeping an eye on us. Fuckers got so messed up they forgot to chain us together like they were supposed to. I got hold of one of the bats they liked to use on us. At first, they thought it was funny. Till I knocked one guy out. Then the other two tried to catch me. Too bad for them I wasn’t doped up like they were. Made them slow and uncoordinated so I was able to knock them out as well.

            “After that the way to the door was clear, so the others took off, the older kids grabbing the little ones. I stayed behind and lit the place on fire, watching from a distance as that hell hole burned, along with the men inside it and all their precious drugs and money. No one even noticed me as I slipped through the crowd.

            “I was seven years old. For the past two years I had watched as the kids around me died from illness, overdoses and even the fucking cold. Do you have any idea what that does to a kid? Huh?! So don’t tell me I have no idea what you went through. I know better than anyone else here. You want to talk about being lucky? You’re the lucky one. I rescued you from that hell. But there sure as hell wasn’t anyone to rescue me,” she finished, still glaring fiercely at him.

            Mitch had come running up the stairs when he heard the plate break followed by Jackson’s shouting, and was about to intervene when Rae had suddenly lashed out. After that, he just stood off to the side, knowing better than to get involved. Now that she appeared to be finished speaking, he walked up behind her and calmly wrapped his arms around her. “You two are going to wake Jade if you keep this up. And you know how cranky he gets. Anyway, it’s getting pretty busy downstairs; you better hurry up and get down there.”

            Rae growled and grabbed one of his arms, freeing herself from his grasp before quickly spinning around. With a quick movement, she had flipped him and Mitch was soon staring up at the ceiling from the ground. Not even bothering to step over him, Rae just stepped on his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs as she left the room muttering. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

            Surprisingly Mitch just laughed, wheezing faintly. “I deserved that,” he chuckled.

“What for? You were only trying to comfort her,” Jackson asked, staring down at him, his anger having disappeared as he listened to Rae. Quite honestly, he was shocked. He’d never expected something so awful to have happened to her.

Mitch just laughed again. “I groped her.”

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Ok, A couple things I need to say here. First off, love all the hits the story is getting. Second, I removed this chapter and re-added it after I realized I forgot to send it to one of my editors. Sorry for that. And also, Sorry it took me so long to post. My editor was busy so I had to wait. ^^; To make up for it I will be posting chapters 9 and 10 in a minute as well. And chapters 11 and 12 are written. Just awaiting editing. Thanks for you patience. Please review! I would love to hear from you! And before I forget, Phat si-io is a dish I got off wikipedia. It looks really good. Check it out some time^^ Chapter 8 written 7/31/10
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