Title: The Affairs Of Dragons
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Cyn
Summary: Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
Catergory: Boondock Saints/Castle X-over
Disclaimer: Not real. Lies, I tell you. Complete and utter lies. ;)
Author's Notes: Constructive criticism always welcome. Flame on if you must, but I tend to be fire retardant. Besides, I don't offend easily and I usually just delete what I don't like anyway, so why waste time and energy.
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And now, on with the story. . .
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Richard Castle was more than a bit frightened. It wasn't completely out of question to say that he was terrified beyond all reasoning. He had gone to Boston, specifically South Boston, to research new characters for a book. He had heard of the story about two guys, brothers, who had turned Boston on it's ear a few years back. They were called "The Saints" in the paper and had completely enthralled him when he'd first read the reports. But, now, gagged and trussed up to a chair in of God knows what building, he wasn't quite so enthralled. As a matter of fact, he now wishes he had never ever heard of "The Saints" or anything remotely resembling them.
"Damnit." He hissed under his gag not wanting to anger anyone who might be listening.
Just then the door opened and a, well, a thug walked in. There wasn't any other way to describe him. He looked a lot like an ape that had been dressed in an ill fitting suit.
"You are Richard Castle." The man said in a accent that sounded a little bit Italian mixed with Boston. Castle nodded. "You have been asking some very interesting questions, Mr. Castle." Castle's eyes widened. "You have been asking about men known as 'The Saints'?"
Castle tried to speak, but his words were garbled by the tape over his mouth. The large man moved over and abruptly tore the tape from Castle's mouth.
"Owww!" Castle gasped.
"Speak, now." The large Italian said.
"I'm, I'm thinking of writing a book about what happened." Castle blurted hoping his honesty might impress the man. "It'd be a fictional account of what happened ten years ago. A novel. Not real."
"This is not something that the men I work for, would appreciate." The big man comtinued. "These men caused us great embarrassement."
"I know." Castle said. "But, I'm not using real names or anything. It's all just fiction."
"You know where these men, these so-called 'Saints', are?"
"God, no." Castle said suddenly understanding why he'd been grabbed. "All I've ever done is go by the police reports, eyewitness accounts, stuff like that."
"You have not spoken to these men?"
"No." Castle shaking his head insistantly.
"Maybe, I don't believe you." The big man stated flatly. "Maybe, you are in touch with these men. Maybe they will show up if we keep you here."
"No." Castle said. His voice barely above a whisper. "Please. I don't know them. Don't know where they are or how to find them. Honestly. Please."
"I think we'll keep you here." The man said nodding his head as if agreeing with someone Castle could not see. "You stay. They come. I kill them."
The big man then loomed over Castle looking much larger than he had before standing this close to Castle now. Castle swallowed and opened his mouth to protest once again, but was abruptly stopped when the tape was pressed back over his mouth.
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After Notes: I am completely and totally in love with "Castle" and "Boondock Saints", so I'm attempting to give you the best of both worlds.
Please read and review. Let me know what you think. Because we writer types are completely well-adjusted and don't need constant validation of our ability to do our job or anything. ;)