Man Down

'Through all the mayhem and madness of central station I had still managed to hit my target.
He was finally down.
Justin Bieber was finished forever.
I was the girl who killed the Justin Bieber, I was the girl who took his heart when I pulled out my gun.
It was me; Brooke Olivia James.'

Only three years after Justin got into the wrong business, has it come back to bite him.


3. Two

Justin’s P.O.V;

I was stood in central station waiting; I got a call saying that I had to meet someone. Who? I don’t know.

It was half past three in the afternoon so it was quite packed, people everywhere of all ages.

I looked around in frustration tapping my feet, they said they’d be here at three and they’re late. I hate people who keep me waiting.

I walked back towards my car, annoyed to be stood up. That’s when I heard it. The piercing sound of a bullet being released from a small hand held gun. I winced at the noise, but what got me more was the searing pain that now rushed through my body.

The source; a bullet wound in my chest.

Whoever shot the gun had aimed it right for me, they didn’t miss.

I collapsed onto the concrete ground beneath me and choked in pain, people around me froze and panic spread quickly. I tried looking out through the people to where the bullet had come from but my vision began to blur. I attempted to stand, but failing me, my limbs would not budge. I was dying.

I always knew this day would come somehow. If only I got to say goodbye to my loved one’s first. My mom, I needed to say sorry to her for leaving. I had to—

My world went black.


I felt the strength of somebody slinging me onto a rough mattress. My body ached all over and my eyes stung badly. I twitched them a few times, blinking madly to stop the stinging; my vision started to clear and a light shone down on me making me hide away.

Once my vision had adjusted completely I could clearly see two figures standing above me. One I recognised as Joe, my partner, and another I had no clue who he was. As if he read my mind a hand shot out towards me and he spoke up “I’m Steve, I found you nearly out of it all in central station earlier today. Hadda take you to the hops so they could fix you up.” He explained. I reached out slowly and shook his hand.

“Thanks, whatcha say to the nurses and docs then?” I asked him incredulously.

“They asked nothing of you” He chuckled, I nodded and sat up. The pain shot through me instantly and I groaned clutching my chest.

“You’ll be sore for a while,” Joe said matter of factly “You gotta rest up.”

“Fine.” I grunted laying back a little.

Steve chuckled with no emotion then his face turned serious “I never actually thought she would” He said

“What?” I asked confused

“Shoot you, I can’t believe she went through with it.” He clarified

“Who?! You know who it was?!” I hissed sitting straight and being overcome by pain once again.

“Yeah; girl called Brooke, Brooke Olivia James. She was threatened by her boss or something.” He responded in monotone “Shot by a girl, Whoa Justin some things never fail to amaze me.” I shook my head.

“Haven’t heard of her, you know anything about her?” I asked, uninterested in his amazements.

“Yup.” He replied, popping the ‘P’, “I know all about her” Steve continued “Rest up, and later we’ll go through everything” I nodded in agreement and lay down.

Joe and Steve left the room, flicking off the light and shutting the door behind them. I rolled onto my side trying to get comfy. This would be a long night.

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