Red Moon Rising

Summary: In Alpine Village people have started to disappear, again. It seems to be a serial killer targeting extraordinary people but Jane begins to think otherwise… will Lisbon listen, or will she disregard Jane's bizarre theories?

Disclaimer: This is a Fan-fiction story of the T.V Series; The Mentalist, and is in no way affiliated with the actual series. All Characters and other materials related to the show that are used are not intended to infringe on any Copyrights. Elemental-Zer0 takes sole responsibility for any mistakes or offence that may be taken but truly not meant.

However, this story plot and all Characters not affiliated with the show are Copyright © 2009 to Elemental-Zer0.

Authors Note/Warnings: This idea gave me so much grief that it's not funny… I wanted something that matched the epic-ness that is The Mentalist but my fears that my ideas were inadequate spurred me to seek help from a forum called The Blue Whale Pub where several avid fans were very helpful.

And yes, this idea was inspired by something… can you guess what it was?

Let me know what you think, but no flames please. If you have any criticism to make please do it politely otherwise I shall ignore your words. (It's happened before, I'm sorry to say, and I hadn't even posted any chapters…)


Prologue: Full Moon, Blood Blooms

The wind was etched with a bitter sigh as it blew between the gnarled old Ash trees that her ancestors had taken great care to plant and grow here. This was her sacred getaway, her hidey hole… her place of selfish peace. A place where she could be herself and not have the world judge her or her beliefs and idealisms.

But tonight, the air was frigid, mourning… hesitant. Something was trying to communicate, to warn her. Her place of solitude suddenly didn't feel so safe. She stood, ready to leave, but a sparkle of something on the floor catching the weak sunlight that filtered through the magnificent trees, took her attention. She looked closer, her fears telling her that this could be the reason her ancestors were in such disarray. It looked like a piece of glass buried just beneath a topsoil of dirt. The earth was freshly dug and there were small claw marks as though a small animal had tried to burrow into the ground there.

Carefully and fearfully, she knelt down and brushed a few handfuls of dirt away. It was glass but it was a large sheet of glass; the edges disappearing beyond her feeble dig. It seemed so out of place, the intricate designs with etchings now seeded with mud seemed too pretty and valuable to have buried it in the middle of her father's lands. She fingered the delicate designs, scraping clumps of dirt away from the glass in the small hole she'd dug out and revealed an inscription that was carved upon the glass. It read;

"Upon thy reawakening

In Mother Earth's womb,

Thou shalt set foot upon

A land not of our time.

"Upon thy re-entering

Of this glorious world,

Thou wilt hath step foot

Upon a future unknown."

She knew these words; usually associated with the old religion back when sacrifice and preserving rituals were practiced. Usually there were more stanzas but she only had a little peephole to look at. The rest of the wording could have been continued on the unseen glass that she was sure was buried beneath her.

Sacrifices…? Something in her mind almost clicked. It felt like her brain had figured out what the mystery was but her mind wouldn't let her believe it. Reawakenings...? The wind blew again, harder this time, almost as if trying to move her away, to save her from this dreaded feeling that was creeping up her spine. Her blood ran cold. She froze.

Sudden fear took over her body and she peered past the glass and the inscribed words of the old ways and into the darkness beneath the covering she was knelt on…

Wide, dead eyes stared back.

She screamed.


A/N: I know… not much action but this is just the prologue. Its supposed to give a sense of mystery and fear. Did it work?