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A/N: I everyone thanks for reviewing mean a lot. Remember the more reviews I get the faster I update, my goal is to hit the hundred mark. Red Haze inspired me, and I want to thank Mo for that last review that was so nice so this chapter is dedicated to you. PLEASE tell me if I'm teetering off the straight road. Anyway, enjoy!

The Mentalist DREAMS IN RED

Darkness. One always saw it as color or as an absence of light, some are afraid of it others find it oddly comforting, and others are obsessed with it.

Two men. One whose life oozed with it he seemed to have harnessed that power mastered it to the point where the devil himself was challenged. Like the devil, this man tormented the other twisting and squirming his way into the crevices of the other mans sinful lively hood.

Perhaps the other man was naive or he just underestimated how powerful darkness was, after all darkness can consume all light and life in its wake. What if this other man had some how unexpectedly was thrown into the cataclysm of blood shed and grief stricken with revenge and hate? This man of light that posses the shield and sword to fight back against the current of darkness wrath, driven by vengeance and determination this one man became his own skilful regiment has he hunted the hunter.

Than again darkness wasn't so ease to snare it comes and goes like the dew on the morning grass or the eerie fog blown away over a still lake. He loves to play games it was his expertise and he knew how to rope in perishable recruits at his own will, just like the devil reigns in his victims, nothing more than human compost. Just to be a constant reminder for the man of light he left a note, short evil etched in every word.

Dear, Mr. Jane

I don't like being slandered in the media, especially by dirty money-

Grubbing fraud.

If you were a real psychic, instead of a dishonest little worm,

you wouldn't need to open this door to

see what I have done to your lovely wife and child.

And as if that wasn't enough he drew a picture. A trade mark of a sick job well done.

Darkness. This man was obsessed and he wanted people to tremble at the word. He was Red John and he found it very, very comforting.

A/N: So, yeah, your thoughts.

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Flirty Angel.

P.S: I know it's short but I am a little cautious with RED John because I'm not sure how people portray him. This was my interpretation.