Chapter 2
A/n thanks for the reviews guys really flattered :) I've decided with this story the chapters will be short and so they will be regularly updated xxxx
Jane's head wasn't functioning, and at the time he needed his sanity most it was non existent. Red John was playing mind games, introducing doubt into his system causing him to question everything he knew.
His hands were roped to the chair that he was sat on and his ankles attached to each of the legs. Around his neck was a noose made out of thin blue cord, from which the fibres were rubbing against the raw skin of his Adam's apple. At this point he would have been grateful for Lisbon's gun, well one of the three she owned. He was desperate for her here, for her sarcasm yet underlying constant hope.
His love was safe at home, sound asleep and for this he was thankful. If another woman died at his hands he would rather die than face another grieving family. If he made it out of this, he would send Lisbon away, to another state where she would be more appreciated. So that she could solve cases using "good solid police work".
"Patrick, Patrick, Patrick" the voice echoed. Jane tried to twist to see the figure behind him but each movement he made brought him closer to strangulation.
"You know what your wife asked for when I asked if she had any last words" he whispered into his ear.
To this Jane didn't respond, he just sat stock still.
"Really Mister Jane I thought you would be more interested in what we spoke of in her final seconds" he chimed, almost musically.
Jane refused to speak as no words came, he only began to shake a little .
"Nope, nothing. Well I will begin anyway. "We made a deal, that I cannot kill you, sure I can ruin your life and destroy everyone around you. But you are in the eye of the storm, at the centre of the wreckage. And I'm not one for breaking promises, so you are safe here".
"What did you taken return" Jane mumbled.
"She did me a favour or two" he said laughing.
Janes blood began to boil, this twisted creep had raped Angela. But he was frozen to the chair, unable to move, barely able to speak. Silent tears ran from his eyes, his stomach was contracting in and relaxing out at a rate of knots.
"How about I make you a deal?" Red John asked.
Jane didn't speak.
"Sorry, I missed that" he patronised.
"How about I never touch Lisbon if you move away. Give up on the detective act. I can find you a nice house, and you two can get together. Live in harmony until old age. You just have to say the word" He cooed.
"How about I leave you to sleep on it" he said.
Then Red John picked up his favourite blunt object and rammed it against janes skull causing the whole chair to topple to the floor.
In the few moments before Jane gave into the pain he thought of Lisbon, he could keep her safe, but how many other lives would pay for her safety?
A/n please review if you thought it was good enough, or if you hated it I would like to hear. Also our favourite leading lady will be making an appearance in the next chapter. Until then much love xxx
