This short scene came to me because I thought…well I won't tell you what I thought…wouldn't want to spoil the ending and all that… Let me know what you think. ; )
The Truth.
Patrick's screams echoed against the walls of the cellar; he convulsed at the searing pain as the hot metal burnt against his skin.
He shouldn't have gone to the house by himself. He was planning as usual to spend the night on his couch hoping to get some semblance of rest; the office was quiet as everyone had gone home hours before.
But a cryptic phone call had led him outside; the warm late night breeze had blown gently through his hair as he read the note resting on his windshield.
He should have let the team know, he should have at least called Lisbon while on the road; but he didn't.
Red John wanted to see him alone.
So Patrick went, but not before he made his way back inside to the attic.
This was the reason he had kept the gun.
Now he could put it to good use.
ooooo
The outside of the house was a dilapidated ramshackled mess, but Patrick was determined.
He was going to end this tonight.
As he neared the front entrance, he felt someone come up behind him but turned a moment too late and was gifted with a shovel to the side of his head.
He came to in the cellar, shirtless, a blindfold across his eyes and screaming at the searing pain that overwhelmed his senses.
He could smell his flesh burning.
"That's number one." a distorted voice chuckled near his ear.
"Wha..what are you doing? Stop!"
"Stop?" snickered Red John. "Why? This is so much fun!"
"I'm going to kill you!" Patrick grunted, tugging against the ropes that held him firmly to the chair he was in.
"I'd rather hoped you'd try, but you're all talk. The walls you've built have blocked out your true nature. I want to see the monster behind those blue eyes, Patrick. Let him out."
Patrick's mind whitened out as he was burned again and again.
ooooo
Finally, he came back to himself; his body throbbing with hot pain. He jerked at the voice that whispered close to his ear.
'Welcome to your new path, Patrick. This is just the beginning."
Then the blindfold was yanked from around his head.
Patrick blinked harshly against the brightness of the light around him, lowering his face to shade his eyes. And then he saw them.
No..no..
The burnt oozing faces smiled at him. He had been branded across his chest with smiley faces, upside down ones. So when Patrick looked down, they all smiled up at him; urging him, mocking him.
He felt himself snapping apart, the sound of soft laughter making him look up. Patrick narrowed his eyes and snarled, unable to contain the fury racing through him at Red John who leaned against the far wall laughing at him, dressed in the same outfit he had on at their last encounter.
The hideous mask taunting him.
"Round and round and round we go." chuckled Red John.
"Where we stop…" He stepped forward, bowed grandiosely and then… slowly removed the mask…and Patrick's heart shattered.
His eyes widening in horror over the implications of what he saw.
"No, not you!" he shook his head wildly, in denial.
"Not you!..Oh God!"
The End.