Jane's POV
Why can't I just die? I was once again in handcuffs. Opening my eyes I saw an older man staring at me.
"Mr. Jane. Well you sure made it easy for me didn't you? I was trying to find a way to get you out of your room without anyone noticing. The whole suicide thing made it easy for me. When the dark haired man ran up to me and I could barely believe it. After that it was easy to get you out of the hospital undetected."
"How does Rigsby not know you took me?"
"I told him you were dead. He was rather torn up about it. Does he usually sob that way?"
"I wouldn't know I have never seen him cry."
"That is fantastic."
"Who are you?"
"Well I suppose since you are not a real psychic you would not know. You have been following me for a long time with no avail."
"So you are Red John?"
"Yes I am. I saw my time frame becoming very small. So I had to take you."
"What time frame?"
"To make you pay."
"Are you going to kill me?"
"My boy that would be far too easy. I will make you wish you were."
"I already do."
"Then this should be fun Patty."
"Did you just call me Patty? Holy fuck we have nicknames?"
"Yes we do you arrogant little prick." Looking down to break the eye contact I realized I was no longer wearing my cast. I was sitting in a red chair. There were several types of tools sitting on a metal table. He picked up knife. Of course it was apparently his weapon of choice. Grabbing my broken leg I gasped in pain. He plunged the knife under my knee cap.
"Fuck you bastard."
"Mr. Jane who do you think you are? No one gets away with pulling shit like that."
"I'm the mother fucking Easter bunny you retarded cock sucker."
"Oh my Pattie someone has a bit of a potty mouth. Did you talk like that around your daughter?"
"No you dumbass who swears at their six old children?"
"My parents swore at me."
"Well look how fucked up you turned out to be."
"I guess so." He looked like he was actually considering it.
"So what other fun activities do you have planned for me?"
"You seem rather eager for me to hurt you."
"What can I say I love to please people? " He pulled the knife out of my leg. Blood was flowing from my new wound. I closed my eyes trying to ignore the pain. His fist collided with my face. Let's just say he hit a lot harder than Ben.
"We cannot have you fall asleep you just got here. The fun has just started."
"Oh really because I am feeling rather bored at the moment?"
"Smartass. Do you know what happens to people who piss me off?"
"You kill them."
"In most cases that is true. You are special though. So I will treat you that way."
"Does that mean I get a lollipop?" I tried hard not to smile.
"No Pattie it means that you will be tortured almost to the point of death. When I am done I will drop you off at the hospital. I will take you again and continue to do this until I feel it is fit to stop."
"What a joy?" He smiled at me and grabbed a baseball bat off the table. Lifting me out of the chair he clipped my hands onto a hook hanging from the ceiling. My arms into a V shape. Smashing the bat into my stomach I could barely breathe. He continued doing this until I threw up on him.
"Did you know that it is rude to puke on people?" I looked at the front of his white shirt. It had a large red stain in the center. I was vomiting blood. Great so now I have internal injuries. My breathing was labored and it was hard for me to concentrate.
"Did...you...know...it...is...rude...too...hit...people...with...bats?" It was hard to speak due to the intense level of pain in my stomach. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head back violently.
