This is first part of something I wrote for fun, but since English is not my native language, I couldn't reflect everything I had in mind. What do you think? Would you like to see the rest?
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The final curtain…
The man was sitting on a comfortable armchair, and looked
very calm, despite the million thoughts in his head. That was his thing, he
always seemed to be in control of everything. In the dimly lit room, the candle
light was not strong enough to make his red hair look anything more than dark
burgundy. Yet they were bright red, his hair, his eyebrows… Red from the blood
of his victims. It was a part of his ritual, a part that was not existent
before he started to get older. He looked at himself in the mirror, and
appreciated how scary he looks. Years have enhanced you, he said to himself. He
didn’t have much time, not for his final play, not for his life. Latest
treatments had bought him few more years, but that was it. But he wasn’t
leaving the world before a last touch. He checked the ropes that tied agent
Lisbon into her chair, they were tight. The rope reminded him of good old
memories. “A man who reached the end of his rope” was what Bertram told Jane,
which led Jane meeting Timothy Carter. The first time Jane thought he killed
Red John. And of course he remembered McAllister. Jane thought he had killed
Red John again, and he was wrong, again.
“Agent Lisbon, I am a complicated man of many layers, it is
hard to reach the core” he said, smiling.
Lisbon could not respond of course, not without a tongue. “But this is
the end, I promise. The universe does not let me continue anyways.”
His final act was an intersection of his life and Jane’s. He
went to the entrance of the house, to check everything was properly designed.
On the right, there was the body of Rigsby, naked, sitting, with yellow flowers
in his hands. Just like Towlen Morning. He moved to the next room, to check the
body of Cho on the table. He pushed the play button to start the Bach music, it
was almost time.
He went back to Lisbon, put his mask on, and sat..
