Tricking The Mentalist-2

This is the end

Hey guys, I know I haven't updated in such a long time, but I just had so much going on. I am going to end this sequel because I feel like it's leading nowhere. Thank you for all of your support and love towards what I write, and I hope you'll like some of my other stories if you're ever interested. :)
Xoxo Sher

"I forgive you" Jane whispered in my ear.

I looked at him as if he were the dumbest person on earth. My anger rose from within and made me burst.

"Are you serious?! Are you really going to forgive me after all I did?? I am insulted Patrick Jane! I killed every single person you ever cared about and you're forgiving me? This is stupid. You're stupid"

I wanted him to react to what I said, but there he was, not even flinching to what I said. It was time for some big provocation.

"I killed Lisbon. And did you know how it felt? It felt amazing. I was controlling her entire life for the few moments she spent alive before dying. She couldn't breath. You should've seen her face when she discovered that I stabbed her. The poor baby didn't even see it coming. She loved you, you know? Lisbon definitely had a thing for you my dear. And you let her die! Her death is your fault!!"

I was getting to him. Patrick Jane sat down next to me. His hands were supporting his head.

"I killed Charlotte. I burned her alive. She suffered every single second before dying. I relieved her of her misery."

I laughed.

"How could you?" Jane asked angrily.

"How could I?? You put me in jail! I hate you Patrick. I wanted you to suffer the way I did"

Jane stood up. Sighting. Breathing heavily. Calming himself.

He looked at me coldly.

"You wanted justice? You got your justice. Now, it's my turn" he whispered.

I eyed him suspiciously, not knowing what he meant.

He laughed as hysterically as I did earlier.

"I knew all along that you killed them. From the moment I saw the newspaper at the ball. That message was for you. Now, I still don't know your connection to Red John, but I know that he's interested in you. And he probably told you to kill me. Which you didn't do. "

Jane spoke calmly which made me feel very uncomfortable. He had something in mind. Jane stood behind my chair, hands on my shoulders.

"I hoped all along that I wasn't thinking straight. That I was stupid to think that you killed people. My guts were telling the truth. Ohh but you were so sweet. And so kind and generous. It's a shame you have to die"

My eyes widened in surprise and before I could move, Jane had already locked my neck up between his biceps, making me feel very dizzy, almost sleepy.

I tried to fight him, but he was holding me too tight. I scratched and hit him, to no expense.

My vision was starting to get black and I felt myself losing consciousness.

"Agghhhaghhhhag" I breathed in.

I coughed and was breathing heavily, trying to recover from my near death experience.

Jane had walked away. He was headed to the kitchen. I had to run and so I did.

I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Shit I don't know the code!

I ran to the back door. Locked
Windows. Locked
Rooms. Locked
Basement. Locked

The only thing that wasn't locked was the entrance hall, where I was sitting with Jane earlier.

I slowly dragged myself back to where Jane was, knowing that it was either him or me that was going to walk out alive of this house.

I sat on the other extreme of the table, facing Jane once again. He had made tea.

He was sitting on the other side of the table with knives in front of him.

"Drink it. You will need all your strength for what is coming next."

I did as I was told. I drank my tea in silence, feeling that awkward tension between us.

Jane was going to kill me, but not before I kill him.

My breathing became uneven. I didn't want to die.

"Don't kill me!" I begged.
"You said you forgave me"

"Too late" He simply said sipping his tea.

My vision was getting blurry and I couldn't move.

I looked at my tea and this is where I realized: Patrick Jane poisoned me.

I was tricked by the mentalist once again. But this time, it was fatal.

The end