He called again and again for his mommy, he'd wet the bed. For years this repeated, not every night, but most. He kept having nightmares. And his mother never came. Except one day a gang of teenagers showed him where she was... He watched her throat get slit and her body raped. He swore revenge on those men. But what better way than to wait until they're happy, and then ruin it? However, things got out of hand, and he wanted to protect and save all women, so they didn't have to experience it. Their 'saviour' was...
Red John.
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They Weren't Rosy Cheeks...-The Mentalist
FanfictionThey weren't rosy cheeks because of good health, but scarlet because of the pain that had been cast upon them. The stress relief of their parents, the way to shake away all anguish that hunted them... And yet, what did they do wrong?
