AN: This chapter was loosely inspired by Episode 5 of Season 7 "Meme Is Murder" and the video games: Sarah Is Missing and Welcome to The Game. Thank's to everyone for following, favoriting, and reviewing this story. Here's the next chapter everybody, enjoy. Don't forget to Review. :)

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How Bad Can it be?

I was walking through the halls at school and everyone was whispering somberly to one another. I wondered what was up and Mike made his way over to me from his locker with a sad expression.

"What's going on? Why is everyone so sad?" I asked.

"You didn't hear?" he asked.

"No… Is it bad?"

"Yeah… Macey's brother, Henry, was found dead 25 miles from his dorm in Northern Pennsylvania."

"No way, he always came to see her when he was in town and helped out around the school. Is there any information about how he died?"

"Rumor has it that many students at his campus were sent this weird link to their phones and emails."

"What was the link about?"

"No one knows for sure… It's all speculation, but one guy said it accessed some kind of live feed and some guy was being tortured."

"That's weird. Did Henry watch it?"

"They say he did, but who really knows."

"Wow, that's nuts. Did this happen before?"

"Yes, I heard the link popped up a few months ago, around the west coast. A few people, ranging in many different age brackets, were found dead after supposedly receiving and watching the said link."

"Why doesn't the FBI track down the link and find the people who did this?"

"I asked my brother the same thing. He heard that the link changes every time and each time the FBI tracks it down, it's a dead end."

"Until the next one pops up and the cycle starts again."

"Yup, crazy."

Everyone's phones started to buzz and ring through the halls of the school, and we all started to check the new message. I went into the new text and it read: "Who's next? -LINK-…"

I looked up at Mike and said, "I guess they found their next targets."

The school was flooded with local authorities and even the FBI. They wanted to track down these tyrannical killers once and for all, so they didn't have any more victims due to this crazy link. Aunt Kate came up to me and said, "Hand it over, Em."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I know you, you're not going to delete that link. You're too curious."

"But Aunt Kate…"

"Hand the phone over."

She reached out her hand for the phone, and I gave it up with a sigh. She took it and quickly went through my messages to remove the link. She gave it back and said, "Don't go snooping Em or get the link somewhere else, this can be very dangerous."

"We don't even know if it's the real thing. It could be some random kid from the school, trying to be funny," I said.

"Yeah, it could be a hoax, but it could very well be the real deal. I don't want you or any other students here getting hurt. So, drop it."

"Fine."

Castle walked over with two cups of coffee in his hand and said, "Hey, got here as soon as I got the call. Grabbed us some coffee too."

Aunt Kate took one of the coffee cups from Castle and said, "Thanks."

"What are you doing here Castle? Aren't you banned from shadowing Aunt Kate?" I asked.

"Well, yeah… But your aunt called me to take you home."

"Really?"

"It's for the best," my aunt said.

"So, I heard we're dealing with this mysterious link that's been popping up nationwide. Think it's the same people or copycat?" Castle asked.

"As of now, we're thinking a copycat. The incidences from California, Seattle, Nebraska, and Pennsylvania, could all be works of copycats, or the same people. Honestly, no one really knows for certain if these are all connected."

"Beckett," Esposito called out as he made his way over with a tall man from the FBI.

"Detective Beckett, my name is Randle Pierce, and I've been overseeing this case for several months now. The bureau has been making some progress in this case, but it hasn't been enough. It would be of great help if we can get you and your team to help us out," Agent Pierce said with extreme seriousness.

"It's not like the FBI to ask the small agencies for help," she said.

"I'm well aware of that, but since your city is more than likely the next intended target, we can use more hands-on deck, and local enforcement could potentially help us track down these criminals."

"We'll be happy to help Agent Pierce. We want to get these guys off the street as much as you do."

"Glad to here that detective. We'll discuss things further back at the precinct."

He nodded to us all, before he made his way over to his fellow FBI members.

"At least we're not getting thrown off this case like all the others," Esposito said with a huff.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," she said to him before turning to Castle and I, "You guys head home and I'll see you guys later."

"It stinks that I can't come," I said.

"I'm sorry Em, but it's better this way. This is a serious investigation and with the FBI involved we're going to be extremely busy at the precinct. I'll see you guys later."

She gave Castle a short kiss on the cheek and then one to the top of my head. She walked away with Esposito in toe and I let out a short sigh.

"Don't worry mini Beckett, I wish I could be there too," Castle said to me.

"I know… I guess we should go home and drown in our sorrows," I said.

He let out a short chuckle and said, "Okay, we'll do that."

We got back to Castle's place and he started making us some lunch. I sat at the kitchen isle watching him do his thing, and asked, "Do you think they'll find the people behind this before they strike again?"

Castle looked up at me and shrugged, "I don't know. I sure hope so though. This seems like a crazy case."

"Yeah, did you hear where the link leads to?"

"No, I heard it was some crazy website that you can't normally get to without the special link."

"Apparently it's some sort of live torture room."

"Seriously… That sounds sick."

"Yeah, it does. Who would want to watch that?"

"People are twisted mini Beckett. I'm sure most people who get that link don't even know what it's linked to."

"That's true… Then they wind up a contestant for the next live broadcast."

"If that's the case, I hope the FBI and the 12th precinct crack this case before it's too late."

"Yeah me too. Who knows how many lives are at stake."

"Exactly."

Castle finished preparing the food and handed a plate over to me, before taking a seat next to me with his own lunch. I took a bite out of my sandwich and said, "Thanks Uncle Rick. This is great."

"No problem, thought we could both use a little food after all of this."

"Definitely."

We continued to eat our lunch, until Castle's cellphone started to ring. He used a napkin to wipe off his hands and pulled his phone from his pocket. He looked at the number before answering it promptly and said, "Richard Castle investigations, how may I be of service? You have a case for me… No, it's not a bad time… I'd be delighted to look into it for you… Is fifteen minutes good? Yes, okay I'll see you there… Bye."

Castle hung up and I asked, "Have a case?"

"Yeah, sounds promising too. All I've been getting is requests for an autograph and picture, or cases that deal with lost pets."

"Well I hope this one is something good."

"Me too. Would you like to tag along mini Beckett?"

"I'd love to uncle Rick, but I have a lot of homework since school got canceled today."

"All right, suit yourself. I'll let you know if it's anything good."

"Sounds good."

He planted a kiss to my temple before he put his half-eaten sandwich in the refrigerator. He grabbed his keys and wallet from the kitchen counter and said, "I'll see you later mini Beckett and don't eat my sandwich."

I chuckled at him and said, "Okay, I'll leave it alone. But if I get hungry there's no knowing if that sandwich will last in there."

"I'll be back before dinner, I promise. So, hands off."

"Okay, okay."

"Bye mini Beckett."

"Bye, Uncle Rick."

He left the apartment and a smirk grew on my face. I may not have the link anymore, but I was sure going to look for it.

After hours of scavenging the internet, I was still nowhere with finding the link. I checked several different forums and websites to see if someone posted about it, but there was absolutely nothing. Sure, there were some talks about the mysterious link and the crazy murders, but more were speculations other than facts. Not that anyone really knows what the true facts are.

My phone started buzzing and I checked the caller ID to find out that it was Mike calling. I answered the phone and said, "What's up Mike?"

"Nothing much, cutie," he said.

"Please just call me Emily, or Emmy. No more cute nicknames, it's weird."

"Leon gives his girlfriend lots of names… Like baby doll, pudding, sugar buns, sweet cheeks…" I cut off Mike's annoying rambling and said, "Mike… Focus. We're not your brother and his girlfriend. Plus, they're older and stranger to begin with."

"Okay, okay… I was just trying to be sweet…"

"I know Mike. That's why I like you, but let's act normal, okay?"

"You do know there's nothing normal about me, right?"

I laughed and said, "Oh yeah, I know. That's what makes you so interesting."

"Ha-ha… So, what are you up to?"

"I'm trying to find that link."

"Why would you do that?"

"How bad can it be?"

"Really bad if it is the real deal."

"I'll be fine. I seriously doubt they can locate me and the FBI are on it."

"I don't know about this Emmy…"

"Well, I haven't come up with the link yet, so I doubt if I'll ever find it. I may be safe after all."

"Just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."

"I know Mike. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay. Bye Emmy."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and continued to search online. I just got into a new link that looked promising when my phone beeped to let me know I had a new message. I thought it was going to be Mike, but to my surprise, it was an unknown number. I went into the message and it read, "THE FBI CAN'T FOIL OUR PLANS! THIS TIME WE'RE GOING BIG! JOIN US: -Link-"

I gulped as I read the message, and questioned if I should really do this. I decided to check it out and see if it was real or fake. I typed the link into my computer and hit the enter button with slight hesitation. The website popped up onto my computer and one word flashed up on the screen in a red spooky font: "WELCOME"

It flashed a few more times before it opened a live video feed and a chatroom to the right of it. The video buffered for a couple of seconds before two guys popped up on the screen. They were dressed in all black and were wearing creepy clown masks.

The one man with a bloody clown mask came up to the screen and said, "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. We don't have a show for you today, but get ready for it. It's coming and this is going to be our biggest one yet."

The other guy, with a green nosed clown mask, stepped up to the camera, and said, "That is true. We'll be live streaming for 24 hours, and instead of one special guest we'll be having two."

"Yep, two lucky people will be sitting in these chairs directly behind us for 24 hours of live torture. And of course, you'll be picking exactly what we'll be doing to them."

"Like always, we'll have our Elite members getting the first pick, but we swear it'll be a blast."

"We even have a few new methods of torture to try out, but you have to vote for them tomorrow, or we won't use them."

"That's right, so make sure you tune in. The live stream will begin tomorrow at 9:30pm and end the following day."

"So, pop open your packs of Red Bull or Monster, and enjoy."

"See you all tomorrow," they said together.

They both waved eerily at the camera before the screen went black. I wasn't sure if it was 100% real, but it sure seemed like it. I should really call Castle or Aunt Kate, but then I'd get into extreme amounts of trouble for even being on this site. I went to exit out of the site and it wouldn't close. The only thing I got when I hit the exit button was an error sound and a short glitch of the window. I noticed a little tracer arrow next to my wi-fi at the top of my computer and wondered if they were tracking me.

I desperately tried to shut my computer down, but my screen was stuck. I decided to hold the power button for it to turn off and my computer immediately went dark, shutting down like I wanted to. I let out a sigh, but it would be short lived, because my computer rebooted and popped up to the same website. The only thing that was different was the text on the screen: "WE'RE COMING FOR YOU!"

I threw my laptop at the wall on the opposite side of me and grabbed my cell phone. I was about to dial Aunt Kate when there was a knock on the door. I was panicked now, not knowing who was at my door. It could be a coincidence, but in my experiences, there's usually nothing coincidental about it. My phone buzzed in my hand making me jump and I opened the new message with nervousness.

"Aren't you going to get that?"

I stared at my phone, not believing that these criminals were here. The person banged on the door with more force this time and I went downstairs nervously. I got to the door and prepared to fend off whoever was at my door. I opened the door and standing in front of me was a man, about 5'11", wearing a hockey mask and carrying a large duffle bag.

I went to slam the door on him, but he grabbed the side of it and pushed it open. I went to scream, but he grabbed my face roughly and spun me around and into his chest. I tried desperately to get out of his grasp, knocking items around the house onto the ground during the struggle. He placed a large rag over my face and I knew that I was a goner as I slipped into unconsciousness.