I got bored one day when i was doing a marathon of the mentalist so i thought i would write something from RJP point of view
disclaimer: I dont own the mentalist
I slice the knife threw her flesh like butter, the blood spits in my face , I grin widly at my victim. I can see the fear in her eyes it makes me tingle with exitment.
The antisapation to see Mr Janes reaction as i dedicate another murder in his name. I paint the toe nails again.
My grin widens as her eyes gaze turns towards the door waiting to be rescued but then her soul leaves them and I see shes dead.
"Such a pitty," I say aloud . Plung my fingers into her blood and draw the oh so familiar smiley face on her wall. Then I take a step back to admire my work.
"Still a artist," I turn and leave with blood on my face and a smile