Yeah I own absolutely nothing. Except, perhaps, this warehouse? No?
They all had this coming.
All of them.
She knew that. They knew that.
She hoped they knew that.
As she slid through the corridors of the old warehouse, she understood the real meaning of having an adrenalin rush. She understood the real meaning of bringing the mountain to Mohammed. She understood the real meaning of life.
She understood why they would never know what hit them.
XXX
The bastards had it coming to them. They had it coming to them after they kidnapped the entire team. They had it coming to them when they raped Van Pelt in front of them all. They had it coming when they beat Jane. They had it coming when they showed her the videos that had been recorded of her suffering as a child. They had it coming when they subjected Rigsby to wave after wave of sel inflicted alcohol abuse to save Van Pelt from her torture, only to tie him down and make him watch anyway. They had it coming when they burnt Cho with his books, turning his living soul into a flame, at least second degree burns covering his body. They were all dying. They were all falling apart.
Except her.
She knew that.
Sure, the videos had taken her back to a time or torture. Sure, she had to watch her team in pain. Sure, she was splitting at the seams.
But she was the only one who could do it.
She was the only one who could save them.
She was the only one who could try.
And trying and failing is better than waiting to die. Trying and failing, no matter what the consequences, will always be superior to not trying at all.
So there she stood.
Coming across her first obstacle.
Coming across her first of what was to be any disasters in the next few minutes.
Coming across her first problem in this hell hole escape plan.
Coming across the first guard.
XXX
She picked up the fire extinguisher. Kin of stupid, to leave it there for them all to see. It was heavy, heavier than she had expected and her back drooped a little as she grabbed the soon to be weapon.
Lifting it up to her shoulders, she rested it on the side of her neck, as you might have done with a shot-put.
She took a deep breath.
She took a deep breath and then she did what was to become one of the stupidest and riskiest things she had done in her entire life. Her entire life so far.
And considering what she had planned, this was going to be a story that little Ben didn't need to know.
XXXShe surprised him. She knew that much.
She surprised him as she turned around and smiled at him, that little cocky grin that she had mastered before turning twelve flashing across her face.
"Give me your gun, and you will walk away from this experience with balls." She spoke clearly, amazed by the strength in her voice, despite the digging up of horrible memories.
Her father had been wrong all of those years ago.
He was still wrong today.
She was worthwhile.
She was worthwhile and she was going to get them out of this mess.
She was going to get them out of this mess.
"Wha-" She swung the fire etinguisher hard, aiming at one place in particular.
And she hit.
She hit with dead on accuracy.
His screams of pain were heard down the halls of the warehouse, down the halls of the prison, down the halls of the torture hole. He fell to the ground as she heard men running in her direction.
He had it coming.
They all have it coming.
She dropped the fire extinguisher on his lap and she ran- she ran as far as she could. Shee ran as fast as she could.
Because she could get tem out of this mess.
She could get them out of this mess if she killed the source of the problem.
She could get them out of this mess if she broke the centre. Because the centre must hold.
The centre must hold, and if this one falls apart, this whole operation falls apart.
If Red John burns, his team burns with him.
If Red John is killed, his team are killed with him.
If she killed Red John, his team were killed with him.
XXX
She ran through the corridors of the warehouse.
They had it coming.
The pipe was in her hand, gripped tightly by the flesh that was being drowned with the adrenalin souring through her body.
She took a deep breath.
She took a deep breath and she opened the doors.
She opened the doors to hell.
She opened the doors to the future.
She opened the doors to her probable death.
She opened the doors to him.
She opened the doors to Red John.
A/N- Okay, so I have writers block when it comes to my other story, so I'm just going to complete this little one to put me back on track. I'm hoping that I will post the next chapter for this as well as the next chapter for the house will win at some point tomorrow. If you think it's a little too sadistic, please comment and I'll try not to write anything like this again, but I will complete this with another chapter or possibly two just to clear the writers black. So, please review and tell me what you think! : )