I wanted to write a fanfiction that more people can understand. Espacially since I found so many great authors here and I really would like to here their opinion about my style. So I tried one in English. Please be gentle with me. This is my first story in English. I hope you like it nevertheless and I get a chance of some more reviews than to my first story.
And then they had him. Red John mad a mistake. He new it would happen sometime. This was what he had been waiting for all these Years.
Red John killed a woman and fled the scene. But in his effort to torment Jane, giving him a clue that would lead him to the woman just a little bit too late, he underestimated the crime lab in Sacramento.
Yes Jane was on the right track. He would have followed the lead, he would have picked up on the next hint and he would have been too late just as he planned him to be. But it wasn't just Jane hunting him. Lisbon called in a favour and managed to get the piece of paper Red John left them at the top of the list of things to analyse at the crime lab. And so they found the slight print where the newspaper had left some of it's ink like newspapers so often do. They managed to read it. And once they new in which region Red John was hiding it was easy for Jane to put the pieces together and pinpoint a location.
So here it was. His big chance. Lisbon wouldn't let him interfere. He new he had to outrun her. So he excused himself, pretending to follow the hint they just got, not telling them that he had already figured it out. He sped up the driveway towards his house. He ran through the door, which had always been unlocked ever since the day his world ended. What was there to steal really? He ripped open the cupboard and shoved clothe out of his way, never realising that he was creating a mess around him. There it was. He bought it right after he was allowed out of the psychiatry. He really had now idea what kind of a gun it was. He knew he had to put in a clip of ammunition, pull the safety and then the trigger. He had practiced his aim before and he was certain he could hit something if it wasn't moving too fast even though he could not guarantee to hit let's say only a leg. But what difference did it make. He didn't care how many times he had to shoot him as long as he was able to see him die.
He was about to check whether he had enough bullets in the magazine as he heard the voice.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Jane jumped up dropping the gun in the process and turned around hastily. There was a woman in the doorway. She was leaning against the wall. Her arms were locked in front of her body. She was dressed in Jeans and a black Blazer over a simple white T-Shirt. Her hair, pinned up in a messy pony tail, was of a light brown with some blond strands in it. She looked oddly relaxed standing there watching a stranger in his own house searching like mad for a gun.
Jane was stunned into silence. It took him a minute to regain his composure.
"May I ask who you are and what you are doing in my house?" he asked after he managed to overcome the initial shock of being discovered while planning a murder. After all how could she possibly know that.
"You may. But I am afraid I cannot answer your first question. As to the second … Well as I said. I came to ask you whether you were sure."
"Sure of what?"
"That you want to do this."
Had he been in a better state, Jane would have found a clever way to react this unusual situation. He would have started a conversation over which he would have been able to tell what this strange woman really wanted from him. Why this cryptic remarks. He would have concluded that she couldn't possibly know about the situation he found himself in at the moment. After all he just found out for himself that he would kill Red John today. She couldn't, could she?
But he wasn't in a better state. He was in a hurry, determined, on his way to catch and end Red John.
"I don't want to do anything. Now if you could pleas leave my house."
The woman left her position at the doorway and came closer. As she moved toward the light that filtered through the curtains he could see that she was beautiful. Not that he had any sense for noticing it.
"I am here to offer you advice. Don't go there! Don't kill him! This is no longer your war to fight."
"Do you know Red John?" Jane demanded to know.
"Well you could say that. More important I know you. And I know what will happen if you insist in going after him today.
Tell the police what you know. Tell your friends where to find him. They will deal with it. You shouldn't go!"
Jane moved towards her until he stood really close.
"Red John is mine. I will have his live today and nobody will stand in my way."
The woman wasn't intimidated.
"If you think this is the best you can do then maybe I should show you what will happen."
Jane eyed her suspiciously.
"Show me?"
"Yes
Would you agree to that. I will show you what will happen if you go there today and afterwards you are free to choose your path."
Jane didn't know what to do. He didn't believe in premonitions or in people who claimed to be able to see into the future. He wanted to grab his gun and hunt Red John not discuss his possible future with some stranger who refused to I.D. herself. Strangely it never occurred to him to just shove her out of the way. Or maybe in the light of the other events that where happening it wasn't so strange after all that he wasn't able to ignore her.
"If you must."
