Author's note: Thanks for all the great reviews guys! I didn't expect them to be so nice! Sorry about the short length of the chapters, I don't have much time on my hands; I will try to make the next few chapters longer and include more exciting story twists! Thanks for all your support, enjoy!
Jane stood with his mouth wide open, in absolute shock, staring at Teresa. The second figure pushed her to the back of the room and closed the rusting metal door. Jane stepped next to Lisbon and grabbed her hand; they both squeezed tightly, silently reassuring each other that everything would be alright. Jane could feel Lisbon's small, soft hand shaking. He gripped tighter. Jane stared closely at the figure. He wore a grotesque red mask that looked as if it were wax melting. The nose protruded out and the eyes were just dark slits, black caverns that entered into nothing. He held a sharp silver knife in his black gloved hands.
"Hello Patrick."
The voice was high pitched and eerily creepy, Jane almost shivered.
The figure stood in front of the door, about two paces away from Jane and Lisbon.
"It's nice to finally meet you."
He fiddled with the knife in his hands, looking up at Jane once more.
"Aren't you going to say something? We have a lot we can talk about after all…"
Jane sniffed, holding himself back from charging towards the figure, who was obviously Red John. Lisbon felt Jane's hand twitch and looked up at him with careful eyes. Red John tilted his head when Lisbon spoke.
"Jane, don't worry. Listen…"
Jane looked down at Lisbon. She'd never seen such an expression on his face before. His eyes seemed full of pure hatred and anger yet his face was contorted into a sad expression of worry.
"Teresa I…"
Jane was interrupted by Red John's small chuckle. He walked slowly from one side of the cellar to the next, stopping briefly to inspect a dusty bottle of chardonnay. Jane stared at Red John questioningly.
"What are you going to do?"
He meant his voice to come out strong and fearless, but instead he sounded quiet and scared. Red John replaced the wine bottle and stepped right up in front of Jane's face. He felt the knife press softly into the crease of his neck and he could see the slight glint of psychopathic eyes behind the mask.
"Oh you know what I'm going to do Patrick, and you know that it won't be you who suffers first…"
Red john turned towards Lisbon, whose hand still gripped Jane's strongly. The knife transferred to her neck as Red John grabbed her hair and pulled back.
"Your lovely little lady needs to learn a lesson in manners. Kicking someone when they're trying to help you out the car is not the way a lady should behave…"
Jane stood frozen staring at Red John, his spare hand squeezed into a tight fist. Lisbon must have been kidnapped; that's why she never turned up. Jane caught his breath when he realised… What else had Red John done to her? Jane felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness; he couldn't let anything happen to Lisbon… He just couldn't. He stepped towards Red John slowly.
"Leave her alone…"
Red John took a step back, took a breath in as if about to speak. His words were thwarted when Jane slammed his fist hard against the side if Red John's head. He stumbled back in surprise. Lisbon gave Jane a puzzled look, he never used violence, and in fact he always avoided violence where possible.
Red John stood up straight; his body was tense and shaking.
"Right, I'll speed this whole process up shall I Patrick…"
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, Lisbon didn't have time to think. Red John lunged towards Jane with his knife aimed at his chest; a clash of bodies hit the floor as Red John landed on top of Jane. Lisbon grabbed at Red John's back, screaming "Bastard!" repeatedly. A blow from Red John's gloved hand sent Lisbon reeling on the floor. She could see through tear filled eyes Jane pushing Red John off his body. The knife flew out of his hand and onto the floor near Lisbon's feet. Red John returned to Jane, engaging in a frenzy of punches on his curled up body. Lisbon scrambled towards the knife; she grabbed it with her hand, which she noticed was bleeding. She stopped. Everything had gone quiet. She turned to see Jane roll over onto his front moaning, then a black gloved fist move towards her face. Her head went dizzy; she thrust the knife out in the general direction of Red John before collapsing onto the floor, letting the darkness consume her…
