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Beyond Evil
CHAPTER 1
Their abductor approached them with a knife in his hands. The bloodthirsty eyes he had when he held up his weapon told Jane that this man was up to something more evil then just stabbing them.
He looked beside him as far as the tight ropes around his body let him move. A few feet away from the wooden chair he was tied up to, a body was curled up against the dirty gray wall of the cellar. Her hands were put into shackles, secured to the wall with chains, while her feet were tied together with too tight ropes.
To Jane's dismay she had woken up again. Not that he wasn't relieved she was fine, but he'd rather have her lost in the safe world of dreaming, not knowing what terrible position they were in real.
Lisbon glanced at him. She tried to look forceful and strong, like this situation wasn't affecting her at all, but Jane knew she was scared – no – horrified. Understandable, he had never been as frightened as he was at the moment. Though he didn't fear for his life.
He turned back at Red John and saw he had also noticed Lisbon was faking her toughness. It seemed to please him and his mouth curled into a devilish grin when he finally spoke. Jane had the common feeling he knew what misery his abductor was thinking to torment him with.
"Kill her," he ordered.
Jane stared into Red John's eyes, trying to show no emotion.
"Kill that bitch, or I'll molest her to death."
He knew it. He knew Red John was up to this. The ultimate torment. He would have to kill Lisbon, whom he started to care about as much as his family. He tried to stay calm and think out the options he had.
It was obvious what Red John's intention was. Jane had to kill her quickly, avoiding that Red John would do it in a malicious and painful way. He had to choose between kill his best friend with his own hands or seeing Red John slaughter her. Of course he couldn't possibly stand one of them.
He kept his mouth shut and decided to wait for what was gonna happen. As he expected to, Red John started to provoke him.
"As silent as the grave..." Jane noticed the viciousness of this remark. He clenched his fists and looked angry at Red John, still saying nothing.
"Can I draw the conclusion out of your silence that you refuse to kill your lovely agent Lisbon yourself?" he added suavely.
Suddenly Jane lost his self-control. "You animal!" he screamed and tried to free himself from the ropes. He kicked and struggled and cursed, and Red John just stood there, villainously laughing at him.
Jane was so heavily struggling that the chair swayed and eventually turned over with a blow. In this new, uncomfortable position, the ropes seemed to have tightened around him and the vertex of the chair got stung in his upper arm. And he was facing a frightened Lisbon now. The false bravery had disappeared from her face and given way to fear and uncertainty.
He wanted to give her a soothing smile, but he couldn't even force one muscle in his face to get him a optimistic feature and all that came out was a spastic cramp. And before he knew it, she was torn out of his sight as Red John pulled the chair on its legs again.
"Who is the animal here!" Red John shouted and Jane felt a clenched fist hit his nose. Blood spurted out, but he didn't utter a sound anymore. All he could do was getting Red John angry as hell and make things worse.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, spewing out a flood of warm red liquid while he spoke. "I'm sorry," he said again, not knowing to whom he was actually talking to.
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