Castle was in Los Angeles, California and had no regrets looking back. He found a new hobby, writing books. He liked to design his character's in his stories after his family. He was had all the characters in his story almost completed. He had a two main characters but he didn't have villain to his story
and had to start over, then he had writers blog as he sat there for hours wondering what to write. When he was about to give up his phone rang and he picked up saying "hello", "what the fuck the matter with you Rick"
the voice spoke. "Who is this" asked Castle, "not important, what's Important is I know you have writers blog and you don't know how to fucking fix it" said the voice. "Tell me Rick did you ever jerk off at night and think about fucking your partner" the voice asked, "what's that have
to do with anything" Castle replied. "Getting out of writers blog of course that's what fucking counts" said the voice, "alright what do I call you" asked Castle. "My name is not important, what's important that I get you out of writers blog" said the voice. "Have you ever fucking killed a man"
asked. the voice, "only by self-defense" said Castle. "Only by a fucking book can you get away with fucking murder" the voice said, "guess that's true of any book" said Castle. "Well let's put that to the fucking test shall we" the voice said, "what did you have in mind" asked Castle.
"Who is someone that you hate" asked the voice, Castle gave some deep thought and said "only hate one". "Picture that fucker as your villain and describe killing him, go on enjoy it" the voice said. "I'd jab both his eye's out with a pocket knife, cut his dick off , shoot his arms and legs, cut his throat, then dump gasoline on him and set him on fire."
"Very creative" said the voice, "you've really helped me a lot; do you have a nickname I can call you if your not going to give your name". "Called me the creeper", "why do you want me to call you that". "Because you and me are the fucking same" said , "what do you mean" asked Castle.
"We both believe in punishing the guilty the harm the fucking innocent" said the creeper. "Let's talk friends and partners" the creeper continued to talk and Castle didn't know were there the conversation was going.
"There are some pretend that your their friends, when really they are users and they are fucking you over. Then you got your partners saying that your best fucking partner, when really they look for the perfect opportunity to steal the show from you" the creeper said. Castle described the killing of his former friend, and what he would say to his former partner in threatening ways then plotted to murder her, he was enjoying the killing in the story.
"Not used to the killing are you?" Asked the creeper, "no I'm not" said Castle. "Are you a virgin writer" the creeper, "the hell is to that spouse to mean?" Said Castle. "Afraid to type with a open mind."
The creeper continued to speak "there are those don't like violence because their afraid they'll fucking like it. Then you got those are innocent and pure, but when they see something that get there attention there fucking mind goes fucking out control. See they want to say what they want to say but they don't want to fucking offend anybody because of there innocence.
Now if they can write what was on their mind, then you find out that mother fucker isn't so fucking innocent. Then sooner or later someone is going to read what he is writing and he'll get fucked. That's what gives a writer a fucking backbone. So are you are writer with a close mind afraid to talk his fucking mind, or are you open minded that speaks everything on his fucking mind asked the creeper.
Castle thought about it deeply and said "I'm opened minded", "That a way" said the creeper. "You really help me out, how do get a hold of you again if I need advice" asked Castle. "You don't I'll contact you" then he hung up. Castle continued to work on his book until it was finished.
His book was published the next day, the killer mind it was a best-selling novel. He went to a bar to celebrate his new book. As he watched the news and saw that someone eyes were cut out, dick was cut off, hands and feet were shoot off a shotgun, cut his throat, and gasoline was dumped on him and set on fire. Castle was shock to find out to was his former friend.
Castle was familiar with the way he was murdered. He was about to leave when three police officers approached him. "Are you Rick Castle" asked one of them, "yes I'm Rick Castle" he replied. "Your under arrest" said one said handcuffing him. Castle didn't understand what was going on as the put him in the police car. "Can I ask what I'm beginning arrest for" he asked, "your suspected for murder" said one of the officers.
All of this was a mystery to castle as they were driving the car to the station. He couldn't get the murder out of his head as he rode in the back seat of the car, it puzzled him. He thought this whole thing was a bizarre murder but his book couldn't have anything to do with it, could it.