A/N: Okay, so I'm sure that some of you are wondering why this has been reposted as such. Well, apparently, wasn't too keen on the fact that I kept posting replies to my reviews, so it got deleted. Minus some grumbling, I'm going to repost the chapters that I've already written, and then update from there. So, anyway, here's the prologue, which I hope you'll all enjoy (again). By the way, there might be some changes from the original, but nothing too drastic. Anyway, on with the fic.

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Disclaimer: I don't own 'Red Eye' or any of My Chemical Romance's songs. Or Wicked.

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"No good deed goes unpunished

No act of charity goes unresented…

No good deed goes unpunished
All helpful urges should be circumvented

No good deed goes unpunished

Sure, I meant well

Well, look at what well-meant did."

-'No Good Deed' from 'Wicked'

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"And then…you can shove it up your ass!"

Lisa and Cynthia burst out laughing once again over the little incident with the two customers back in the lobby. Part of the reason they were laughing so hard was because of how funny it was. The other part was that they had had more than their normal share of alcohol in the last hour. Both of them were drinking tequilas-Lisa had tried it on Cynthia's recommendation. As long as it wasn't a Baybreeze or a Seabreeze, she'd try it.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Lisa turned her head to see a tall police officer standing a few feet away, looking down at her curiously. "Are you Lisa Reisert?"

Lisa, completely drunk by this point, laughed and waved her hand at the officer. "Dun worry, we're not driving, if that's what y'need to know."

The policeman offered a dry, awkward laugh before replying. "No, no, ma'am, I need to speak to you about what happened to the Keefes. The police department needs you to come in for some questioning."

Lisa blinked. She had completely forgotten about the Keefes in the process of getting drunk. The tequilas had really gone to her brain and, like it or not, she was a complete lightweight. When the Keefes, the missile, and Jackson Ripner all reentered her brain, she tried to look as sober as possible for the officer. "Oh, o-of course. How shtupid of me." She knew she was slurring her words, but, at this point, she couldn't help it.

The policeman nodded, then glanced at the empty tequila glasses that littered the lounge table. Lisa felt her cheeks turn red with embarrassment from acting so unprofessional, in her own hotel for that matter. When the officer looked away, she tried to stammer out some sort of apology. "I-I'm really sh-shorry, I dun normally…"

"That's alright, ma'am, it's not a problem." The officer flashed a very forced smile in her direction before holding out his hand to help her up from her chair. Lisa, grateful for the assistance, grabbed his arm and attempted to hoist herself out of her chair. She fell over anyway, nearly making the policeman fall down as well. Cynthia laughed her ass off.

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About fifteen minutes later, Lisa had managed to stumble her way into the police station and was sitting on a bench outside of the inspector's office while he went to get the necessary paperwork and a tape recorder. Lisa sat there, twiddling her thumbs, realizing full well what a wreck she must look like to everyone there. Not that she cared. The tequilas had taken care of that.

A young-looking officer was about to walk by Lisa when he noticed her bloodshot eyes and the reek of alcohol. He frowned a little at the scent and asked Lisa, "Ma'am, have you been drinking?"

Lisa laughed as though this were the funniest thing in the world. "I dunno, you tell me."

The officer frowned even more. "Have any of the other officers given you a Breathalyzer yet?" Lisa shook her head before replying. "Why would they? I'm not drunk, I'm only shtoned." She started to laugh again as the officer walked away quickly, fetching the necessary equipment for the Breathalyzer.

The officer had already returned and administered the test by the time the investigator had returned. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" The second officer blinked. "I figured she was a DWI, and…"

"You idiot, if she was a DWI, she'd be in handcuffs by now."

"Oh…sorry, sir…" The second officer glanced down at Lisa quickly before walking away. The investigator turned to Lisa, smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry about tha-…"

His apology was wasted, as Lisa had just passed out on the bench.

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When Lisa woke up, she was still on the bench outside the investigator's office. Someone had draped a blanket over her, and more people were bustling around than there were when she had first come in.

Lisa groaned and looked at her watch. She'd been out for quite awhile. At least she'd slept through most of her hangover. She mentally smacked herself for doing something so stupid in the middle of a police station.

Well, the drinks had helped her forget about Jackson, at least. She was going to need a hell of a lot of forgetting. She knew what it was like to have to deal with sudden, unexpected traumas and she knew she would still see him in her nightmares for years to come. She hadn't gone a single night without one for years.

An officer she hadn't seen before came down the hallway and tried to smile at her reassuringly. "Good morning."

LLisa tried to smile, but it came off weakly thanks to a royal headache. "Morning."

"Some of the officers were taking bets that you were some homeless gal that took to our offices. But most of 'em figured out that most homeless people can't afford Prada shoes."

Lisa laughed weakly. "Sorry about that. I don't usually drink that much…"

"S'alright. But you need to talk to the investigator. He still needs to question you."

Lisa nodded, and stood up while gathering her purse. "Thanks. Where…?"

"He's over in that door, second one on the left."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

And with that, Lisa entered the investigator's office.

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"Stay out of the light

Of the photographs that I gave you

You can say a prayer if you need to

But just get in line and I'll grieve you

Can I meet you alone?
Another night and I'll see you

Another night and I'll be you

Some other way to continue

To hide my face"

-'I Never Told You What I Do For a Living' by MY Chemical Romance