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A/N: Hi, everyone! It has been a while since I've updated but I was stumped. That is until I watched the season finale of this season and had a heart attack! (Those who have seen it will understand) So, it kinda inspired me to write Red John. Personally my Red John is a tad bit darker than the original. Anyway, I'm rambling read on and tell me what you think-enjoy!

Dreams in red chapter 10

Enticement: something used to lure a person or animal into being caught or harass somebody: to persecute, tease.

Red John was a master mind, gifted than most in this category. Patrick Jane from the very beginning was being lead to one clue to another, each crime scene held the key to who he was. The game of cat and mouse was played to the extreme, kill a person leave a piece of yourself. Not enough where you screw up but enough to keep the selected few on their feet.

He didn't see himself as a harasser that was too ugly, more like someone checking up to see how you were doing. An animal? I guess in someone's point of view he was. That is nothing to be ashamed about, no, he marvelled at the very thought. He was guilty in the tease department, but he had to leave something behind, to remind people who he was. Messages were too messy and took up a lot of time, but a picture…well you know what they say a picture says a thousand words. Persecuting was fun especially in a game that has no rules, to watch people suffer drove him to do something better, he wasn't crazy he was ridding the world of all that was evil. He was helping God choose his sinners and why not persecute them on his behalf?

You can't deny the fact that all of you have an instinct that wants to hurt another individual, after all we are human. Some argue it is self control and self discipline that makes you harness that instinct; it makes you…a better person.

Crazy: An offensive term meaning affected by a psychiatric disorder ridiculous: not showing good sense or practicality. Very fond: extremely fond of somebody or something.

Is he? Well one would assume that, but remember assumption can get you in a lot of trouble. Extremely fond of someone or something…interesting description isn't it? He was very, fond of his work and in some sick way he was fond of Mr. Jane, he was always on his mind. Not in a sense of loving affection, that wouldn't match his game, he was known for stripping love away from those who have hearts. As far as he could tell he was very practical and good sense in judgement, otherwise he wouldn't get away with killing people for seven years without getting caught. If by any chance that he was crazy he wouldn't mind, because he would fit in perfectly, after all the world had gone insane long before he arrived.

The Mentalist.

Love: an intense feeling of positive emotion towards, or enjoyment of, a person or thing, especially strong romantic or sexual feelings between people.

When Patrick Jane met his wife he didn't believe in love at first sight, how could you love someone without meeting them first? You can't. What they are mistaking for love is just mere sexual attraction between a man and a woman. Love was something that had to be earned or if you are lucky you don't have to earn it at all, because you've had it all along. For him he had to earn it even though he had a lot of it himself others did not like him, even hated him. It didn't matter how old you are you know when someone loathes you and after awhile you get used to it.

For some reason, be it fate, destiny, or just plain luck. He met a woman that truly loved him for who he could be, yes, who, not what or might, who. For Jane that was special it had to take someone pretty remarkable to fall in love with him, but he was always falling into that dark hole of deception. When he felt himself digging to deep to the point where he thought he couldn't get out she was there to pull him to safety. He didn't deserve her, no one did, but she chose him, chose him to be her husband, to father her child she was perfect. An angel sent to earth just for him, time and time again she met him with love and affection, the light to his dark, right to his wrong. However, to make a bond you have to have someone on the other end and unfortunately, having to be the one that does all the pulling and protecting it puts a strain on that bond. So, he had to do his part he decides to make change and takes on the responsibility, but just as you make that transition from your old life to your new one. Something once in awhile comes along and breaks that bond, and you can try to recreate and recreate the bond of love, but you never get the same bond twice. In Jane's case, that something was Red John, to make things worse Jane knew that his particular bond was gone for good. Since there was nothing on the other end, to hold on to, he knew when he fell back into that dark hole there was nobody there to pull him to safety.

Obsession: psychiatry uncontrollable persistence of idea: the uncontrollable persistence of an idea or emotion in the mind sometimes associated with psychiatric disorder.

Seven years. Seven long years of chasing the man that would later cause him so much pain. After the fact he felt nothing, numb, to the point where he thought he didn't exist. Then after a much needed psychiatric wake up call he was thrust back into the world but not the same world he was thrown out of. This time he had ground to place his two feet and continued on to the next page of the last chapter in his life, he needed to find that man and face him, that simple. Become a consultant to the CBI just a normal everyday job, but then that man popped up. Apparently his family wasn't the first victim, this was good, he would find him and put him behind bars. As the days went by it suddenly became more than just an innocent 'find the criminal and get justice' no it became much more. Seven years of watching this vile human being attack again and again built up a certain surge of vengeance, a dark revenge brooding deep inside him. No, now he needed to find this man and when he does he won't give him the luxury of iron bars no, he would kill him, tear him apart like he did to his wife and child. So, what started out to be just an innocent act of wanting to put a serial killer behind penitentiary doors. Had become an unhealthy throb of obsession coursing through his mind like a raging freight train. Red John was on his mind like a minuet ticking by on a clock powered by an unsteady current of emotions. To him his reason for life was taken away along time ago he was going to return the favour.

A/N: I don't know how this is coming across to you guys but I'm starting to get Goosebumps reading this. It's so hard to write Red John without feeling… edgy I know it's short but I worked ridiculously hard on this chapter to make it come out right. I hope it was worth the wait.

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