june 3.3 [mad_muses]
It was hard to shake the feeling of the cold cement flooring against his face as he lay strapped to a chair. The cried pleas of "no don't!" hitting his ears all too clearly as he struggled against the rolls of cellophane strapping him down securely to the ornate chair, straining to get a better view of the one person he knew in his heart of hearts was there at that exact moment. The boy, Wesley, lay less than two yards away from him, bleeding profusely from a bullet wound to his knee, his large scared eyes watching silently what Patrick couldn't.. Feeling the unmitigated fear Patrick could not. Finally he was rewarded with footsteps and then the chair was righted by hands sheathed in black gloves, his heart pounding in his chest.
He had been there. Roll Tide. Those words rang true to Patrick as he sat idly by on his couch at the CBI headquarters... Red John had been there, taunting Patrick with his very existence, throwing the fact of his being tied up and at the murder's mercy in his face. Now, safe at the CBI once again, the hunt was on, the chase as it were. Patrick had tasted the sweet bitterness of meeting Red John and longed for another chance. The need and rather the want to protect Kristina was lingering, even after she had pulled her idiotic stunt on national television and gotten her interviewer killed in the process.
With resolve, he would be there, anticipating Red John's moves, and one day, with or without help, he would exact his revenge. The game of cat and mouse they were playing would be at an end and Patrick would find the spiritual and mental gratification and closure he had been craving for eight long years.
Muse: Patrick Jane
Canon: The Mentalist
Prompt: Great Minds Think Alike
Word Count: 300
He had been there. Roll Tide. Those words rang true to Patrick as he sat idly by on his couch at the CBI headquarters... Red John had been there, taunting Patrick with his very existence, throwing the fact of his being tied up and at the murder's mercy in his face. Now, safe at the CBI once again, the hunt was on, the chase as it were. Patrick had tasted the sweet bitterness of meeting Red John and longed for another chance. The need and rather the want to protect Kristina was lingering, even after she had pulled her idiotic stunt on national television and gotten her interviewer killed in the process.
With resolve, he would be there, anticipating Red John's moves, and one day, with or without help, he would exact his revenge. The game of cat and mouse they were playing would be at an end and Patrick would find the spiritual and mental gratification and closure he had been craving for eight long years.
Muse: Patrick Jane
Canon: The Mentalist
Prompt: Great Minds Think Alike
Word Count: 300