Dyed Red With Rage

/-/ I DO NOT OWN THE MENTALIST OR ITS CHARACTERS/-/

He is the object of my rage, the cause to my suffering. i do not know his true identity, yet we have met, probably more than once. This man, this pain in the world's collective ass, walks free while his victims remain six feet under and dead as a doornail. Did they have a choice of life or death? No, they didn't. Did the victims' families and friends get to choose whether or not their lives get to be torn apart? No, they didn't.

Red John, he's called. Or, whatever name he chooses to go by in his free time. He is the cause of so much pain and so much unnecessary death.

He cannot be a "normal guy", as Timothy Carter claimed. "Normal guys" aren't responsible for the deaths of thirty people.

In my eyes, he is not and will never be that "normal guy". He will always be a menace, a cold blooded killer. In simple terms, a bad guy. Not one shred of good exists in that man, not one shred at all.

Maybe good has come from the crossing of our paths. Without Red John, I would have never met my true friends at the CBI. I would never have gotten the opportunity to use my fake psychic skills for things that help the world. Most importantly, I would never have seen some of the things I've seen. Interesting, fascinating things.

But would I trade it to see Angela and Charlotte again? In a heartbeat. They are-erm-were my entire world, and they deserve the vengance that I have long since vowed to get.

Like I promised Bosco as he died, I will kill Red John.

I will.