Fix You

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

“And ignite your bones”

Melling:

                He knocked on the door when he got there. He knocked a couple more times when no one answered before barging in the door. “Beckett?” the writer called out, “Kate?”

                I moved out of the shadows and moved towards him slowly. “Hello Mr. Castle,” I said smiling widely, “So happy you could come.”

                “Who the hell are you?” he snapped back.

                “Oh sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I’m the guy who is going to be your worst nightmare if you don’t cooperate.”

                “Where is Kate?”

                “If you want your little cop friend you’re going to have to do some talking first.”

                “What the hell did you do to Kate?” he half screamed. The detective obviously meant a lot to him which could work in my advantage. All I had to do was keep up the bluff that I had her and Mr. Writer here would probably tell me anything I wanted. “Is she okay?”

                “She’s fine. For now. If you don’t cooperate I will be forced to kill her.”

                He slumped his shoulders forward and hung his head down holding it in his hands. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

                “Stop investigating Johanna Beckett’s murder.”

                He looked like he really wanted to say no but I smiled slightly to remind him of his detective.

                “Fine,” he agreed. This was going to be easy; he would give me whatever I wanted as long as I promised I would keep his detective alive, and then I would just kill them both.

                “Are you Jason Melling?” he asked me. What the hell had they found out?

                “What does she know?” I demanded.

                “She doesn’t know anything,” he insisted.

                “Tell me what she knows!”

                “I promise she doesn’t know anything about you. I am the one who was investigating it.”

                I grabbed him and yanked his arms, pulling them behind his back, and slammed him against the wall. “What do you know?”

                “Enough.”

                “You have two options here writer. I can either kill you or your precious cop girlfriend.”

                “Do not hurt Kate!”

                “Guess that means you’re the one who is going to die.” I smiled as I pulled duct tape, and a lighter out of a drawer. I pulled one of the kitchen chairs towards me with my foot. Slamming the writer into the chair, I started duct taping him to it. I reached into a bag and pulled out thousands of pages I ripped out of books—his books. I scattered them around him as he gave me disgusted looks. “How does it feel to know that you are going to die with your books burning around you?” I asked smugly.

                “Go to hell!”

                I smirked. Grabbing the lighter I flicked it on and off. “Oh and before you die Rick,” I started, “I was the one that shot Kate Beckett. I didn’t succeed in killing her then but I certainly will now.”

                “You son of a b—“ he started but I put duct tape over his mouth before he could finish. I lit one of the papers on fire, threw it on the ground with the others, and got the hell out of there, leaving the writer to burn.