The Mentalist is a great show and I watch it each week…
As I can't seem to get my Jane whump fill from the show, I thought I'd throw on my writing gloves and create some whumping of my own. Hope you enjoy it...Let me know what you think.
*Sadly, I own nothing regarding the "The Mentalist", except for my love of the show.*
Retribution
Chapter 1
The first thing Patrick noticed was how cold he was.
Then the pain hit; like a jackhammer to his head making him groan.
Slowly opening his eyes, he blinked heavily and saw a dirty grey ceiling above him.
Wha?
He tried to focus, but everything was swirling in his mind; like water circling a drain, disappearing before
he had a chance to latch on to anything.
Patrick shivered, thinking how a nice hot shower and some tea would clear his mind. However,
confusion swelled in him when he tried to sit up and found that he couldn't. Glancing down at himself
he was shocked to find that he was completely nude and was cinched tightly by the wrists and ankles to
a bed that was not his own.
"Hey…!" he rasped in surprise; his throat instantly seizing up on him making him succumb to a heavy
coughing fit that turned his head into a vise of complete and utter agony. He hissed, dropping his head
back onto the bed as he clinched his eyes tight trying to ride through the pain.
This wasn't his bedroom. He wasn't home. No bloody face smiled down from the wall beside him.
Where am I..what's happening?
He was lying on a thin mattress on a small iron posted bed in the centre of the small room. The walls
were the same color as the ceiling, a dirty grey; the only light coming from a bulb hanging low from the
ceiling above him.
Someone chuckled behind him and Patrick's eyes flew open. He tilted his head as far back as he could,
trying to see who was in the room with him.
"Who's there?" He tried to curl his body to hide his exposed nudeness to no avail... "Hello?"
"Hello?" came back a soft voice mocking him...
"Who are you?" whispered Patrick
"Who are you?" echoed the voice.
Patrick bit his lip and pulled his head forward staring at the wall in front of him. He tried to focus on
what had happened, how he ended up in this predicament; but his mind was as blank as the wall he was
looking at.
"Red John." He said, suddenly sure that he was about to come face to face with his nemesis, the
murderer of his family.
He heard a chair push back somewhere behind him and flinched when he felt a hand brush through his
hair.
"Shh..shhh.." came the voice…
Patrick violently jerked away from the touch causing him to see black spots in his vision, the pain in his
head tremendous, his eyes losing focus...
He saw a blurred figure come around the bed to stand next to him.
"Hello, Patrick."
He tried to refocus his eyes but couldn't. "Red…Red John?" he murmured.
"Guess again." came the voice.
Then white hot pain raced through Patrick and he screamed, his jaw and eyes flying open in shock.
A taser was pushed against his chest and the blurred figure pressed down hard, laughing heartily as
Patrick's body, locked in a seizure shook the bed wildly. Then as suddenly as it came, the taser was
pulled away and Patrick fell into the darkness that had beckoned him.
The man standing next to the bed, bent down and grabbed a handful of Patrick's blood matted hair,
jerking his head harshly off the bed and whispered into the unconscious consultant's ear.
"Let the payback begin."
TBC…
So, what do you think so far?