I do not own "The Mentalist" or any of its characters and I gain no financial profit from writing this. Also I don't own the film I got the idea for this from.
Yes its the one with the famous "I see dead people" line. I'm sorry this took so long to update, just having a rough day. Hope you like it anyway and by the way the italics is her remembering, like a flashback.
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Instantly I stopped with a chill seeping through my skin as I turned to face my speaker. He was smirking at me with a deranged smile as his sapphire eyes glinted dangerously in the sun's rays, his arms were folded while he watched me seeming completely unfazed by the fact we were dead.
"Hello Jesse," I greeted him cautiously.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me," he spoke cheerfully while slowly approaching me, "since we're dead and all, you don't have that much of a choice of who you speak to."
"I had sort of been hoping you'd be rotting in some deep, dark hole by now," I told the killer honestly but it didn't even dent his smile.
"That's not very kind Teresa," Red John commented, "although I suppose your reaction could have been worse."
"Don't you even care you're dead?" I demanded feeling irritated by him and his incredibly calm demeanor.
"You don't remember do you?" he retorted with a hint of amusement to which I scowled, why did I have to develop amnesia now of all times? "I'm sure it'll come to you, maybe I can help."
"I don't want your help," I snapped at him, "unless you actually want something you can go burn in hell now, okay?"
"Fine. Be that way," he replied indignantly, "there's plenty of other things to do around here."
"Like what?"
"Like… never mind," Red John replied sounding irritated.
"Bored already?" I mocked to which his expression darkened, "I'm dead Jesse, what are you going to do? Kill me?"
A wave of dizziness took me while my smile fell away, memories flickered through my mind like a movie, a bad movie where I died. So vividly I could suddenly recall what I had forgotten, I knew how I had died.
"Jane's serious about killing me isn't he?" Red John had asked quietly as they came into view, "I'm not going to live much longer… I might as well take the rest of Jane's spirit with me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded feeling puzzled.
"I am truly sorry for this Teresa," he continued rambling blinking in pain from his ankle, "you've been good to me."
I opened my mouth to demand again to know what he was talking about but closed it abruptly as a sudden sharp pain shot from my abdomen, I looked horrified into Red John's expressionless eyes before slowly lowering my gaze to see a bloody blade protruding from my gut as it dawned on me what he'd done, what he'd done after I had saved his worthless traitorous life.
"Should have checked me for weapons when you arrested me," he whispered coldly into my ear.
My strength wavered as I felt the life spilling out of me with the blood as he pulled out the knife and I fell, everything seemed to be slowing down as I landed with a gentle thump onto the soft grass to stare up at the sky, such a beautiful sky.
I turned my head slightly to see Red John trying not to let the pain show on his face as he struggled to stand alone while he brandished the knife in the air, muffled sounds of yelling and then gunshots followed and I saw his body fly back from the force of the accompanying bullets, I heard his laugh echo as he fell bleeding and dying beside me.
"What… have… you… done?" I struggled to ask horrified by what had just transpired.
"I've… killed… us… both," he managed to answer before his eyelids fluttered closed and his ragged breathing came to a halt, he was dead.
I looked away from him casting a weak glance at my surroundings, vague blurs of people started racing towards me while their distorted voices screamed my name. I told myself to hold on, I told myself it'd be okay but each breath was a forced agony, I told myself to focus on that brilliant sky but my eyes wanted so badly to close. I kept telling myself to hold on but I deep down I knew I couldn't, I knew my body couldn't take anymore despite how much I wanted it to. I could feel my pulse weakening, I could feel my life ebbing away and then my heart ceased to beat entirely, never to beat again.
