Hey guys. I'm sooooooo sorry i haven't UDed in so long, it's not just this fic, for those of you who read pretty much any of my other fics will know. I just haven't been UDing in general. School has been crazy, but i'm tackling it, one fic at a time! So hopefully they'll be coming soon. This chapter is for Hayley (OutCold) because she pretty much wrote half of it, amazing writer and awesome friend :) I had a block and she helped me through it, so you have her to thank for this UD! Thanks Hay. Also for Hannah, for also helping, and making remarks with me about how it would be Hayley who could get into the mind of psychopathic serial killer. :P Thanks to both of you :)

Chapter 4

His humourless laugh rang out across the room, and she cowered in the corner, shaking. "You heard that? Oh I am sorry," he said, in anything but an apologetic tone.

She had said she wouldn't cry, and she was trying so hard. She couldn't let him break her. For Jane's sake, not just hers. But the shaking was uncontrollable, from what she'd grasped during the phone conversation she didn't have long left. And the little time she did have, wasn't going to be pleasant.

She drew in breath sharply, hissing at the searing pain that radiated from the cut on her shoulder. He laughed again, "You never should have started seeing him, Teresa, you love him? That's no excuse, by 'loving' him," he sneered at the word, "you've just put him through more pain. Did you hear him on the phone? How upset he was? It's your fault, Teresa, all your fault. If you really, truly loved him, you would've pushed him away. Turned him down, but no, no you were too selfish for that," he spat at her, "you couldn't possible turn him away, you can tell yourself you had your reasons, but deep down, you know that it was you, you were so wrapped up in yourself, you couldn't see what this would, inevitably do to him."

She knew he was just saying it, all of it, to provoke a reaction from her. Her training taught her that, she knew what he was doing, but she winced at every word anyway.

"Maybe you don't love him at all. Don't worry, I won't tell. Just between you and me. Just say it Teresa. Just tell me you don't love Patrick Jane,"

She stayed silent, shaking, hurting because of the words.

"Say it," he said raising his voice, "Say you don't love him,"

She remained silent, but she couldn't hide the whirlwind of torment behind her eyes.

"Say it!" He yelled at her, brandishing his knife wildly in the air,

"I can't," she whispered, and fearfully watched the anger build up even more in his eyes, she didn't know what repercussions her next words would have, but she had to say them, she needed to say them. If anything might get her through this, it would. "I won't, because I love him," she said, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling, the emotion too strong for her to fight.

"That," he said breathing heavily, a mad look in his eye, "was a big mistake Teresa," he started walking towards her, and she scrambled, shaking, pushing herself against the wall in desperation, knowing it wouldn't work. He would get her in the end. But it was in her nature to fight, and he could go to hell if he thought she wouldn't put up a struggle, and she didn't give a damn that she was making it his most exciting game yet.

She looked around desperately, for something, anything, and this time when blade slid over her skin, she cried out, clutching her knee, squeezing her eyes tightly trying to cope with the pain.

"Teresa," he laughed, "Teresa, you don't believe you can win, do you? You lose, you die, and then you keep losing. You are the pivotal point, Teresa. The world revolves around you. Your team revolves around you, what will they do when they find your body? Darling Patrick won't be able to continue, will he? And that leaves who? Grace, Kimball, and Wayne. Grace will break down, you know I'm right. She'll push everyone away from her, including her lovesick puppy. He'll turn to drink, because he is the type isn't he? Cho is perhaps your best friend. He cares for you, and them, more than he'd ever show. I think a part of him will die, Teresa. I think his coldness will become more than superficial. They won't group together. They'll fall apart. Your family needs you. And they can't have you anymore, can you? You're mine."

A strangled sob escaped her lips, and all the pain and regret and hatred seared through her, she was strong, but she couldn't take this. The thing that was killing her was the fact she could see quite clearly, how much he was enjoying her reaction, the amusement in his eyes filled her with such rage, such boiling hatred. The man, no the thing in front of her, had destroyed the man she loved before, and he was going to do it again. And she hated him. She hated herself, because this time she would be the thing that would cause him pain. It was her fault. And she loathed herself for it. The pain was intolerable, emotionally, physically. It was draining, and blood, blood was everywhere, and that wasn't even the thing that was hurting the most. Her heart hurt the most, her heart was bleeding. And this nightmare, this freakish, horrific nightmare was a reality. And the likelihood was that she would be dead in an hour. She, herself could cope with that. What she couldn't cope with was knowing how much it would hurt him, and she was scared. She recognized that look in his eye, and moaned softly, he was going to start again. He smiled at her, and she knew she was right.

"Can't you see him, Teresa? Can't you see him in a darkened room - your room? Do you think he'd be crying? Do you think he'd have any tears left? Will he turn to drink? I see you shake your head - he's not the type is he? So how would he cope? Could he go on? Maybe he couldn't live without you Teresa. Maybe I won't have to kill him."

Shaking, she curled up, and tried to control the tears, not wanting to relinquish control. But it was too late, she was too far gone. The, the very thought that he might contemplate that, made her cry out in pain. It made her heart rip in two, made her blood turn to ice. Then it dawned on her, that, this is what Red John does. This is what torture feels like.

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