Youre On My Mind, a Mentalist fanfic
Title: You're on my Mind
summary: Red John contemplates the agents of the CBI
Rating: Decidedly more gruesome that the previous ones. M
Red John had a very active fantasy life. He had to. In today’s competitive serial killer market, he knew he didn’t stay on top by doing the same old thing all the time. He loved to be innovative and at times the best way to brainstorm was to make the mind wander where it may.
Like painting a red necklace on Agent Lisbon’s throat. Those jewel-like eyes giving him that look, the one that made Red John’s toes curl in his expensive hand crafted loafers. The one that promised she had a world of hurt waiting for him in those tiny fists. . Part of the appeal was watching what her death would do to Jane. How it would break him to lose another woman he loved. He always had a thing for her hips. Maybe he would carve little smiley’s into them, brand them his forever
The endless things he would do to that chest of Rigsby’s. He saw a documentary about tribal tattoos once. Little cuts like strokes of an impressionist’s paint brush. He always liked Rigsby’s sense of humor and his laugh. It always made him want to laugh along. He wondered if he could fix a smile on his face, or maybe have him die laughing…
Then there was Cho. The shorter man was a powerhouse. Red John would torture him first, just to test if he had a breaking point. That might take days- Cho barely had feelings much less. Maybe he would focus on his eyes; the cold, deadpan orbs were the most fascinating thing about him because they never or hardly changed. And those arms. It was obvious he worked out. Maybe he would take them as a souvenir.
Van Pelt was a thing of beauty. She would be so arousing to torture. Her whimper and sighs as she begged for her life. Those red lips trembling. He loved those breasts of hers. He would brand them his as well. She had an allure that was so sexy, he knew he would have to pose her so nice that the evidence pictures would be instant classics. He always thought she should model. She was almost too pretty to cut up. He would have to nick her artery and let her bleed out slowly.
Now Jane.
As far as Red John was concerned, he may never kill Jane. Mostly because he didn’t want their little game to end. He was having too much fun torturing his mind instead of his body. If he ever did get tired of Jane, which he didn’t predict anytime soon, he would have to remember to calm down, because just thinking about killing Jane made him so excited his hands would shake. With all the possibilities he could think of, none of them seemed good enough, none of them seemed worthy for him and who had been his obsession for so long. So he would keep Patrick Jane alive as long as he could. But if it came down to it, nobody was getting a chance to carve jane up before he got his chance.