As always, I will waffle on before beginning the story.
To all you amazing reviewers, heres some cookies. xD *Hands cookies* But no cookies for the reviewer called 'Allison'. Yes, they maybe out of character, but this is my story. And I can write it as I please. My dear, if you don't like it, then don't read.
Anyway, on with the story!
Beckett waited another three hours before letting out a shaky sigh and checking her phone repeatedly.
He always keeps to his word. Where is he? Bloody hell Castle.. You better have a good reason for this..
She glanced to the clock before getting up from her chair, rushing out of the building before Ry and Eps could ask why she was crying. Personally, she wouldn't call it crying. But she couldn't think straight at this moment, her mind was stretched to its limit. Her stomach had taken too many butterflies to take the tickle it gave her, and her eyes had cried so much it hurt. She got into her car and threw her coat down beside her, sinking back into her chair with a long sigh.
"Aren't you coming in today, Castle?
-KB."
After sending the concerned text and getting no reply within five minutes, she threw her phone into the back of the car and putting her head on the steering wheel. It hurt slightly; Not her head to the leather, but her heart. It felt.. Broken. Could she really have a broken heart if she wasn't with him? She depended on him, thats why-
Enough!
She mentally slapped herself and brought her head up, gripping the steering wheel as if she was going to start driving. But she hadn't even put the keys in the ignition. She looked out to the precinct, going to take the keys from the pocket of her coat but she couldn't feel the metal on her fingers. She furrowed her brow, picking up her jacket and looking into her pockets, then threw her jacket by her feet and checked her jean pockets. Her eyes caught the rear view mirror, and suddenly she wasn't alone. Like a Magpie, her eyes were drawn to the shining car keys in the distorted figures hand. She froze, was it Castle?
"Leaving without me, again, Mother?" Came a deep voice, much deeper then Castles. Her hazel eyes trailed to the mans face, mentally taking a note of his features. She estimated his age to be around 29, some facial hair, but he was pretty clean. He had deep maroon eyes, and scruffy jet black hair; The typical hair style girls swooned over. Mother?
"I-I.. I'm not your Mother." Beckett finally managed to stumble out her words, but her mind was now jumbled. She's never had a kid before, nor adopted one. So why was he calling her mother?
"Don't go, Mother. Father is waiting for you." The words buzzed around her already full head; Father? Who was that going to be?
"You coming?" But before Beckett could answer, the man had grabbed a crowbar from under her chair and whacked her around the head with enough strength to only knock her out.
Drip.. Drip.. Drip..
Beckett awoke to ice cold water tapping down onto her head from an above water line, the first thing to greet her was a massive bearhug of a migrain. Going to rub the side of her head where it hurt the most, she found herself unable to move her hands from the restraint that bound them together. She opened her eyes and struggled, struggling even more as she could hear the sound of mice squeaking. Frantically looking around the dull room, she noted every object; One wooden table in the corner, a thin material for a bed, a chair, and another person.
Wait, another person?
She tried to get up from her sitting position against the wall, but found herself bound to the stone cold radiator. Her vision blurred for a moment, but after blinking a few times and forcing herself to stay awake, she managed to get her sight back. Focusing on the person, she choked out
"Hello?"
"You know, you sound a lot like this woman I know. Her names Kate." The other person chuckled, as if he was going mad. "Beckett. Kate Beckett. Hey, know what, you even look like her."
"Castle?" Beckett narrowed her gaze. "It /is/ me."
"Wait, theres actually another person here? I thought I had lost the plot." Castle sat up. He was on the other side of the room, hand-cuffed to the table. By only by one hand. Beckett huffed; Typical. Give the 'Father' the easier side of this.
"You never had a plot." She began to struggle again, feeling the ropes on her wrist digging into her skin. "I thought you was going to leave me waiting. I thought you was too busy with /Gina/." She sneered the name.
"I left at four this morning, but as I got in my car, this kid showed up! He injected me with this stuff, and God, did it hurt." Castle whined. "He called me 'father'."
Is this some kind of sick joke? Castle's the father, and I'm the mother? Wait, what? Somethings gone wrong here.
Her mind repeated the words, as if the father and mother name calling was a bad thing. But deep down, it was good to her.
"Same to me. Expect it wasn't an injection for me." She flinched.
"What was it?" A noticable frown fell on Castles lips.
"Crowbar." She replied as if it was normal for her. And in that same minute, she swore she could hear him growl. He muttered a couple of curse words under his breath and then fell silent as the large light in the middle of the room switched on. Both Kate and Castle looked to it, then to the metal door. It creaked open and the black haired kid slithered in, his gaze flickering between them both.
"Mother." He bowed his head to Kate, then to Castle. "Father."
"Why are we here?" Castle shouted, anger boiling in his blood. He roughly pulled on the cuffs and growled. "I demand an answer!"
"A job needs to be finished."
"Job? What job?"
"Castle!" Kate snapped, knowing shouting was just going to make the boy worse then he was. She'd figured out he probably had a mental illness and after years of abuse, he was more twisted then a bag of cork-screw fusilli pasta. An eerie silence fell, before Scott, the boy, finally came out with
"To kill you two."
"But.. We're your parents.." Kate decided to play along with their apparent roles, and looked to Scott, a slight whimper in her throat.
"And you abused me for years!" Just as she'd guessed. "Dad, you gave it to me worst. Then you turned on Mum. Then you /both/ turned on me. Day in and day out, I would get it from you two. Well I've had enough!" He shouted the last part, while slamming a blade and a revolver onto the table. Castle eyed up the blade, tugging slightly on the cuffs before getting an idea. Kate caught his look, and grinned, before clearing her throat.
"And what are you going do to me?"
Scott walked to her and knelt down so he was at eye level, glaring. "I will slice you until I can't do it anymore, and watch you bleed to death before shooting you in various places. I'm going to make sure you suffer a slow and /very/ painful death."
Beckett looked shocked; Someone who seemed so sweet was hidden by a mask, and was truely a sadistic murderer. She looked over Scotts shoulder to Castle, wondering what he was getting up to as all she could hear was the constant thumping of wood shuffling over the ground.
"You know Scott, we are.. very sorry.." Kate tilted her head slightly before looking to Scott properly, trying to smile.
"Sorry doesn't take away the pain." Scott hissed.
"Then what will?"
"Your death."
"Presistant bugger." Castle muttered under his breath, glaring to Scott as he continued to try and break the table leg.
"Death isn't the answer-" Kate tried to convince him otherwise, but as Castle said, he was presistant. Scott got up and took the blade and gun before heading to the door.
"You're right, Mother." Scott flashed a twisted grin then headed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The light switched off and the mice began to squeak again, and for the first time, Kate began to shake. Yet she don't know why.
Get a grip woman. You've faced death before, and rats.. And twisted physco's.. This is a piece of cake.
She frowned at her thought.
"Castle.. I-I think I'm scared.."
Well, thats a twist I just came up with. XD I was told to put a physco kinda thing in there. So yah. x3
