So... This is my very first fanfiction, which means I'll probably regret ever writing it. You need to start somewhere right? I apologize for any mistakes (and also my existence for that matter).
Thank you to my friend for editing and giving poor little me some good advice!
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle, but I do own a fluffy unicorn.
Alexis gathered her books, sorted her papers and put them in her file. It was almost eight thirty when she finally decided to leave the library nearby her school. College was tougher than she had expected, therefore forcing her to study on her own more than she had ever done before. Some days she returned to campus so late that she fell asleep in her bed right away, only to wake up the next day for more studying. If her dad knew how much effort she was putting into getting good grades, he would be worried. He loved her, she knew that, and that's why she didn't want him to waste his own time worrying about her.
The redheaded young woman walked out of the building, staring at her phone while texting her new boyfriend. Alexis tilted her head and chuckled while she read the last text he had left her. He was so sweet and caring, unlike other boys she knew. He was more of a cuddly guy who liked to take one step at a time. He also made excellent cappuccinos with way too much whipped cream on top. Alexis didn't feel as lonely as she used to when she started college, now that she could be in his company. It was different not to wake up to her dad's delicious pancakes at home.
A loud clattering behind her back made Alexis' heart thump louder in her chest. She inhaled heavily and held her breath while quickly turning around towards the noise. She couldn't see anything. Alexis hadn't even realized until now how freezing and dark it really was. She tried her best not to panic and started walking again, clutching the phone in her hand.
She froze when she heard it again. The clattering sound creeped her out, so she needed to know what it was. This time she actually focused on the source. It came from an alley not far from where she came. She almost screamed when something jumped out from the shadows and tossed itself onto a pile of old papers. It was just a lonely cat hunting some kind of prey. Alexis laughed at herself for being so paranoid.
The clicking noise appeared again. Now it was coming from the other side of the street, almost alongside her. A long shadow casted on the bumpy road was the only proof she needed. She wasn't sure what she was seeing, but the fact that it came closer was enough for her.
Alexis was almost panicking by now. She refrained from running, because she knew that if she did, she would give in to the fear and not be able to control herself anymore. Her basic human instincts would take over. It would be like letting the animal loose and never know when it would, or if it would at all, return.
Suddenly she snapped back to reality, realizing she still had her phone. Alexis wanted to call her dad, but that would just end one way; dozens of police cars searching for her. And for what? Just because she was slightly creeped out it didn't mean she needed him hovering behind her back all the time.
No. Not dad. But she could try to give Beckett a call. Detective Beckett was after all a real cop and on top of that a realist. Alexis could use some reality right now, and not a bunch of half-assed speculations or disturbing imaginations. Beckett was a strong woman that Alexis had looked up to ever since their first meeting. She could make her feel safe.
Alexis slowed down while searching for Beckett's number. She felt slightly more comfortable with the situation despite the chills she still got.
Something didn't feel right. There were no noises anywhere; everything was just deadly quiet. Almost like the old buildings and cranky, empty benches were holding their breath, waiting.
When she finally got around to dial Beckett's number, she heard it again. A constant, loud, and clicking noise, and it came closer.
"Come on Beckett, pick up!" she mumbled into the phone.
The sound grew louder. Alexis turned around only to see that someone really was following her. That was it. The instant electrical impulse bursting down her spine made her legs move faster and faster, until she was running down the sidewalk.
Oh God, Beckett, please pick up the damn phone already!
The signals were still not going through. Her feet were moving so fast she barely knew where she was heading. Alexis could hardly hear anything else than her own racing heart and hysterical breathing. Her flaming red hair whipped her in the face, making it even harder to see than it already was. The thick, dark night hung over the big city like a heavy blanket. The only things you could see were the shadows sliding by the streetlights, only to disappear into the darkness again.
She took a sharp turn into an alley. By the time she realized it was a dead end, it was already too late. Now her only chance of getting away from the creep following her was to find a place to hide. To the left next to the fire escape she could see two big dumpsters overfilled with trash. She might be small enough to fit behind them; it was worth a try.
Alexis needed more oxygen after the run, but that could reveal her hiding place. She placed her hand over her mouth in an attempt to force her body to calm down and not expose her. For a moment, when she couldn't hear anything at all, she actually thought she had just overreacted. She was wrong. The same clicking noise came closer again. Alexis tried her best to not start crying. She was terrified. Every possible worst-case scenario went through her mind, scaring her even more. Her shoulders started shaking when she heard the person walk by, possibly just a few feet away.
"Detective Kate Beckett."
Alexis had dropped her phone. It was lying on the ground right next to the dumpster she had climbed over. Her cover was blown, so she figured the only thing she could do was scream in order to alert Beckett. It was her only chance. Almost scared to death, Alexis took a deep breath.
A firm hand grabbed her from behind, making Alexis unable to do anything in defence. She was dragged out from her hiding place. The adrenaline kicked in and Alexis fought back. She struggled for all she was worth to get away, but the guy was too strong. She could barely breathe when he held his hand over her mouth, and even less scream for help. She fought desperately, digging her nails into his wrist, kicking back with her heels, even going far enough to bite down on the hand holding her. The man swore under his breath, and a well-placed punch left Alexis' ears ringing.
"Hello?"
Finally Beckett got tired of not getting an answer, so she hung up the phone. The lock screen turned black as the tires of the dark van screechedand disappeared into the shadows.
I forgot to mention: I came up with this plot before watching S5E16 "Hunt", so you can imagine my disappointment. My fic is nothing compared to that plot. Please feel sorry for me and leave a review. I deserve it.