A/N: As a newcomer to The Mentalist fanfiction, I don't know if this kind of story is very common, but having just watched 'Flame Red' (the latest episode where I am), this idea just wouldn't leave me alone. Please tell me what you think.
The Revenge of a Madman
Patrick Jane smiles, his eyes glowing with a manic glee as the body drips more blood onto the floor. A real smile, something he hasn't worn in far too long. He stands straight, his jacket, shirt and trousers un-creased by the scuffle. If it weren't for the spurts of blood soaking dark crimson into the cream fabric he would look completely normal.
In a sudden movement, he kneels down and sticks his fingers into the gaping wound at the almost dead man's throat. Wiggling them around until they are soaked in blood, he stands and walks to the wall, disregarding the body for a moment. His smile stretches still further as his fingers reach out and touch the wall, before making the familiar loop and then the eyes. There is a small pause before he draws the smile on the face. It is upside down. In contradiction, Jane's own smile is close to splitting his face in two.
Stepping back, he moves to the doorway to survey the scene. Red John lies on the floor, unconscious and an inch from death with drop after drop of precious scarlet life dripping onto the cream carpet of the man's home. Over his head, the ominous face returns Jane's stare. A gory scene, but one which had healed something in Patrick's heart that had long been broken.
Revenge, he had said, was for fools and madmen, but Patrick had never claimed to be sane.