Yeah so um…I've decided to write another fan fiction story. I don't know if it is very good(I highly doubt it) so I would really appreciate it if you gave me some feedback. Positive or negative, I really don't mind. To be honest I'm very unsure about this one, more than the others I have written. Anyway…
Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist. If I did, Red Hot would have been quite different.
2.23: red John's point of view
They say imitation is a form of flattery.
'They' are wrong.
To me it is an insult.
I don't like copycats. Fakes. Frauds. Anything that isn't as it seems. Anyone who imitates something they are not. Two kids running around like they are the new me. Killing people and leaving my signature.
MY SIGNATURE!
They want the fame and the glory. A taster of my life. If they thought they could do me proud, be my little protégé's they were wrong. Red John is a person, NOT a group. It insults me that they think I want help. I NEED help. As if I need any help!
I am Red John. The title is mine and mine only.
They had their fun. Now it's MY turn to play
I tracked them down easily. Watching them from behind the shadows. I don't mind waiting. Waiting is part of the game. Observing my victims. Lure the into a false security, thinking they are the ones in charge when it has been me all along. Watching them. The element of surprise always works to my advantage. My anger grew when I spied their latest victim. Patrick Jane. The man who taunted me. The man who thought he could say what he liked, ruin my reputation. I took everything he cared for. It is only right I would be the one to take his life. How dare they take his death from me!
He was sitting there, Terrified and helpless. Too easy for me to kill him then and there. I want him to fight back, drain all his energy before I reunite him with the wife and child I took from him those years ago. It was too easy.
Besides, I wanted to play…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Down they went like rag dolls. Reduced to helpless creatures lying on the floor, whimpering in pain, begging for their lives.
Bang! Bang!
And then they were gone. The copycats were no more.
Play time…
By Emma-Jean
thank you for reading. I really hope it was ok. Please review!
