Red Face on Pale Skin
By Alasse Fefalas
She couldn't get the image out of her mind. Jane telling her that Red John had left his mark on her. And knowing the serial killer was so close to her, touching, no, caressing her face, it made her skin crawl. The shivers that crawled down her spine felt more like electric shocks along her whole body.
Every time she looked into the mirror, she saw the Red John smiley painted on her face. Her lips, blood red, ever smiling even when she wasn't. Her eyes, vertical slits of red.
Her face had been washed red and raw the morning after, trying to remove any traces of blood on her, even when they were long gone. Even when she knew it was Jane that cleaned her face. She could still smell the blood on her face, taste it on her lips.
It's all in your head, the CBI therapist had said. Of course she knew that. She wasn't stupid. She knows Red John was messing with her, and with Jane. She knows, but she still can never get the image out of her mind.
A/N: I actually wrote this before 6x02 was released and only edited slightly to fit it! It's going to be a two-parter, the next chapter being "Jane". Thanks for reading!