Remembering Red {Book Three} The Mentalist

16: The Video

*Alexis' pov* 

"So what do I have to do?" I asked Lisbon. She was giving me a test to see if I can draw the criminals that she describes to me. I was sitting at her desk with my sketch book in my hand and a pencil also. She smiled at me and typed something into her computer. 

"Are you ready?" I asked and I smiled. "Just draw the criminals as I say them. If you have to, had a few details, but I know you can do it. So, again, are you ready?" 

"Yes," I answered getting ready for everything she was about to tell me. Has the words flew off her mouth my hand went on the paper to draw it. When I got the basics down, I drew a few more details on it, erased a few things, and made it look like a person who she was telling me about. When I was done I smiled up at Lisbon and showed her the picture. She took it and compared it to the original one. She smiled up at me and showed me the picture. It was almost perfect, but mine was in black in white and pencil. I smiled really big at her and she gave me back the drawing. 

"Very good Alexis," she told me. "It is almost perfect. You have talent." 

"Thank you Lisbon," I said looking at my hands. It wasn't everyday that Lisbon gave you a compliment. It was a rare thing for anyone, but yeah, I wasn't going to say that out loud. 

"So Alexis, can I ask you a few questions about the case?" Lisbon asked looking at me. She didn't have a smile on her face anymore, and she looked serious again. I sighed knowing it was coming. 

"Yes Lisbon?" I asked looking down at my hands again. 

"Do you know why they took Jane?" she asked me. I looked up surprised at her. I knew why Mom was taken, but Dad? I didn't really know why he was with her at the moment, and I'm not sure I want to find out. 

"No." 

"Does Brayson?" 

"No." 

"Do you know anything about what they did to your mother?" 

"Not really. They only just told us about them. Why?" 

"Because if they didn't, they wanted me to give you this in case something were to happen and they weren't coming back." 

"Lisbon, what are you saying?" 

"I'm saying that they made you this, and since I don't know if they will be able to tell you are not, I wanted to give it to you. I'm not saying that they won't come back, but now it is a possibility." 

She gave me a disk that said mine and Brayson's name on it. It was in Dad's handwriting, and I took it from her. I wasn't sure what was on it, but it felt like I was holding Mom's and Dad's words in my hands. I looked up and she smiled at me and stood up. 

"I want you and Brayson to go home and watch it," she told me. "No more work on the case, okay?" 

"Alright," I said looking up at her, standing also, disk and sketch book in hand. I walked out the door and went and got Brayson. I told him we had to go home and see something, and he agreed with no questions asked. We went to Louis' house and walked upstairs to my room. I sat on the bed and placed the disk in and Brayson sat next to me. Mom and Dad's face come on, and Dad was smiling. 

"Is it on?" he asked moving it laughing the whole time, making Mom laugh. I missed hearing those laughs all the time. I missed them. 

"It's on Patrick," Mom told him shooing his hand away while smiling. "I don't know why you are making me do this." 

"Safety first," he told her, making her roll her eyes at him. 

"Well then go right ahead and do it than." 

"You have to do the part we talked about." 

"I know. Now get too it!" 

"Well, for one thing, if you are watching this, than something has happened to your mother and I that we can't tell you in person," Dad began to say sitting down next to her. His smile was gone, has was hers. "Right now you are upstairs sleeping in your beds like good little four year old's do. And one year old's, in your case Alexis." 

"I'm sure they figured it out that they aren't right here Patrick," Mom said smiling a bit. "They are your kids." 

"They are yours too," he told her taking her hand. "Anyway, with what has happened recently, we decided to make this. We know that we won't always be around, but you both are so little right now that there is so much you don't know about us. So we want to say it all right here while we still can. Missy?" 

"Well, the thing about me is I was taken by the Red Stars," Mom said into the camera. "They are a group of evil people who care nothing about others and only of themselves. They kill most people they take, but I was the only know person to survive them. I was taken twice, but the same things happened in the time periods, so I will tell you about what they did." 

Brayson paused the video and looked at me. "Do you really want to know what happened to her?" he asked me. I smiled at bit. I wasn't sure, but I needed to know. This was the only way for me to know more about what they did to her, so maybe I know what they are doing know. I unpaused it and listened to her clear voice. 

"The first thing they did was tie me to a bed frame and than lashed me with a whip many times so I fainted from blood loss or whatever it was. The second thing they did was throw me in a box much like a coffin with holes to breath in. I was tied and gagged so I could not scream. I do not know if you know this, but I am afraid of small spaces." Mom was claustrophobic? I didn't know that, and a look at Brayson told me that he didn't know either. "Then they made me watch so many deaths, not allowed to look away from it. Next was the mice touching me. Ugh, I still hate them touching me. Anyway, this one was them almost drowning me for eight hours, always bringing me back up. The last of this day was the needles, all the needles. They stuck em in me and than slowly brought them out. Ugh, I hate thinking about them!" I smiled a little bit, and Brayson did too. Mom never tried to hid that fear; it was clear has day that she hated them. "The last was to be tied to a chair and beat senseless. They tried to kill me also, but they failed since I am still here. Anything to say Patrick?" 

"The man who did this will never be heard from again," he smiled at us, or at the camera. You're wrong Dad, I thought. He was, and now you and Mom are paying the price. 

"So now it is your turn," Mom told him elbowing him lightly. He looked at her, than sighed looking back at the camera. I paused it and looked up at Brayson. 

"I think we should finish this tomorrow," I told him and he smiled. It was enough to know about Mom, and I closed it. I laid down and he walk to his room. I ran the list Mom told me, and it made sense. Mom had a lot of scars on her back from the whip, and that picture and many more of her with the Red Stars were in my mind when I fell asleep. 

Poor kids. So what do ya think about Missy and Patrick's video? I'm still going off my little list of things I want in this book, well the one I made up just two minutes before writing. So in total I think there will be twenty-three chapters in total, so that means seven more chapters than the last book of the series, Relearning to Love, will be up! Guys, I'm going to miss this book! So how do you feel about the number of chapters in this book? Let me know. Peace out my Stars!