Hey, this ones a bit shorter but I'm gonna get working on the next chapter as well. Thank you to everyone supporting me, Really appreciate it :)
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It didn't suit her, Beckett thought as she looked at her newly lightened locks. Sure it didn't look bad, it just wasn't really her. What did it matter anyway. She was going to die soon anyway.
She walked slowly around her apartment, looking absently at her possesions, those stupid little things that she valued, suddenly not seeming nearly so important. She picked up her guitar and began to strum it absently
A knock on the door interupted her, and she got up to see who it was who was disturbing her final moments.
She opened the door, and stepped back in shock
'Good decision,' he said 'You're hotter blonde,' he walked in without being invited and started looking around as if a guest
'How did you know?' she asked warily
'I was watching, of course. My apologies about Mr. Castle, it's certainly going to make my plan a little less effective. Nevertheless, it'll be fun, won't it?'
Beckett just stared at him, there was an almost childish excitement in his face, an excitement that sickened her slightly.
'What do you want, Jerry,' she asked quietly
'You know what I want,' he replied just as quietly, playing absently with her guitar 'I want to kill you,' he said it like he was simply tellingher he wanted a cup of coffee 'It's your time, Kate, I've won,'
She backed away from him involantarily but he grabbed her arm and held on to her tight.
'Don't run away from me, Kate, I'm your future, I control you know,' Beckett began to panic and she quickly aimed a kick at him, but he was quicker than her and in one deft move he twirled the guitar round so he was holding it like a club then brought it smashing down over her head, knocking her to the floor where her blood began to soak into the carpet through her newly dyed blonde hair.
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'Hang up now,' he instructed, smiling wickedly. Castle obeyed. 'I have to say that was beautifully done, I think you've inherited some of that talent from your mother here,' he laughed coldly then and shoved Martha out of his way using the gun he'd had held in her back.
'Thank you for your help, my dear,'
Martha didn't reply, she simply got up and walked to where her son was standing, his phone still in his hand.
'Well, I suppose I've outstayed my welcome here then,' he walked to the door, accompanied by their angry silence, but as he opened the door Castle quietly asked him 'Why?' he turned towards the writer, looking at him questioningly 'Why did you make me do that? What was the point? Why did it even matter?'
'Because,' he replied, turning back to the door again 'I needed you to break her, it'll make killing her so much easier you see,'
Castle's lowered head snapped up 'What?' he ran towards the murderer just as he slammed the door. He tried to open it, but a calm voice from the other side informed him that it was locked 'I can't have you snapping at my heels now can I? I like to take my time over the kill. Tell you what, I'll tell her you say sorry, shall I?'
Castle slammed his fist against the door 'NO! STOP! If you touch her I swear…' he couldn't finish, he sunk down against the door, worry taking over him.
'Oh, Castle,' the voice came through the locked door 'Since you were so helpful, I'll give you a word of advice-you may want t stay out of the fridge for the next…oh, I don't know, twenty seconds or so,'
Instinctively, Castle ran towards the kitchen, just as the fridge exploded, knocking him to the floor unconscious.
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