AUTHORS NOTE: So Emma voiced that she didn't understand the layout of this story so I thought I'd make it obvious. If it looks like this then it's fan fiction. If it's written normally then it's actually what the detectives are going through... Okay? It should make more sense as the chapters unravel :)
DISCLAIMER: I only own the OC's
[Obsession]
The killer sat down at his computer, his hand trembling as he typed in the familiar website. He checked it regularly hoping that one of his favourite girls had updated their stories. There were many stories they wrote. Cases, romances and even slash! His girls knew how to keep him happy and he always felt hungry for more of the teams adventures whenever one of the girls were on hiatus. It was rare that happened but it happened sometimes depending on their schedules. He knew they had families, exams and even social lives but he still found himself hoping that every day he would sign on and find new material.
He'd never made himself known to the small group of writers.
He believed that if any guy wrote this absurd Americanised concept of "fanfiction" then they were probably a faggot or something and he wasn't a faggot. His father had brought him up better than that. If he'd have even thought have being a faggot, his dad would have beaten the thoughts out of his mind within two seconds!
However when he'd accidentally stumbled across the webpage dedicated to the city's most prestigious detective team, he'd been seduced into reading the short stories. He felt close to the four main girls even if he didn't know who they were.
The webpage loaded and he could see that no one had updated. They'd probably sent each other comments on that social networking website 'tweeter' or something like that - He wasn't really into social networking websites. He knew the internet could be a dangerous place – to say that they hadn't written anything new for this reason or for that reason. He knew it was all lies.
He had this talent of guessing when people were getting bored of what it was they do. He could definitely tell through how erratic the updating was becoming and that was why he was doing what he was doing. The latest case story written by the case writer (an author that claimed to be the age of eighteen years old and he believed it due to a picture being on ing her profile) was slowing becoming a reality and it was all thanks to him. He wished that she would understand that he did it all for her.
Two of the writers mainly wrote romance novels based on detectives Reid and Ross. He could see where they had got the initial idea from. The couple were always bickering with each other. It was almost as if everyone knew that they should be dating BUT themselves! He fell in love with their ideas of romance and how the two detectives showed it to each other. The writers had happy endings to all stories and it was almost as if they believed that happened.
He didn't know if anything would be updated but he pressed the refresh button anyway believing that he could all but wish... A smile highlighted his face. In the two minutes he'd been analysing their stories, someone had updated and he could see that it was another case story. He couldn't help but smile. This was all he needed.
Case stories were the ammunition for his way of life. He read the latest story and decided that something needed to be doing about their fantastic work. He had some digging to do to find an e-mail address and send on their work.