1: Bieber

All I could hear in my head was that one name. It felt like I had been forced to hear it replay in my head for years.
Bieber. Bieber. Bieber.
It never stopped and perhaps it never will...
It always brought trouble, yet it always brought happiness..
Will it ever end?
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24. Chapter 24


The cold air pierced my skin as Peyton and I walked into the old building. It looked no different than it did the last time I was here; but it still gave me the chills. For some odd reason, I felt like something bad would happen. Right outside the doors to this building. I had no clue to what it was though.

I opened the door for Peyton--since she couldn't do it on her own with her messed up arm. She smiled and thanked me. I returned the gesture as I followed her through the door. Inside, Ryan Good and Blaise--my instructor--stood in the corner, smoking cigarettes.

Peyton coughed. "Why does everybody always have to be smoking?"

I shrugged and smiled. She laughed. Blaise noticed us; then he dragged himself and Ryan over to the place where we were standing. Before he spoke I glanced over at Peyton. Her lips formed into a nervous smile; so I took her hand. And for the first time, she didn't seem to mind.

"Aye, Bieber!" Blaise said.

"Blaise." I said bluntly.

"Ah," he turned to Peyton, "and is this the pretty lady that you ditched the last practice for?"

I squeezed Peyton's hand as a warning. As much as I had to rely on this guy for help, I thought he was a freak. I didn't want him looking at Peyton, talking to Peyton, touching Peyton, or doing anything that had to do with Peyton. There was just something about him that didn't seem right.

"What happened to your arm, kiddo?" He asked her.

"Oh, I...I fell." Peyton tried to act nonchalant about his question.

Blaise nodded. I had a feeling that he didn't buy into her claim about what had happened. Did he have something to do with Colton and his plans to bring me down?

"So Justin," Ryan said. "did you bring your gun?"

"Yep." I said. I pulled out the gun from my back pocket to show him. As I handed it to him, I caught a glimpse of Blaise's expression. His eyes glinted mischievously--but the rest of his face showed disappointment. I could've sworn that he also cursed silently.

"Mind if I see that?" Blaise grabbed the gun from Ryan's hand.

"Well I guess if you do that!" Ryan grumbled. He rubbed his wrist.

"I've heard so much about this gun. About how powerful it is. About how useful it is for murder. About how it was used to murder two people...And about how it isn't rightfully yours. Isn't that right, Bieber?" Blaise spat.

I frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Blaise let out a hysterical laugh. I glanced over at Ryan for answers, but all he did was shrug. My eyes moved over to Peyton--who looked scared out of her mind. I quickly grabbed her and pushed her over to Ryan; who knew what was going on. Even though he wasn't fond of Peyton, he agreed to keep her safe behind him.

"So young and stupid. I thought you would know better than to bring a girl into this. You've already had your experience of losing one. Why do you just want it to happen again?" Blaise slowly advanced towards me. "And now that I have the gun, it'll just be that much easier to kill everyone in this room. Including the girl. But sadly, I can't. Bosses orders to keep everyone alive."

I backed away from him. "You work for Colton!"

"At least some part of your brain still works. Yes, I work for Colton--idiot! He's told me about this gun. It was his father's gun. He used it to murder anybody who got in his path. And yes Bieber, that includes your mother! But somehow you stole it and used it to kill him. Now Colton is not only eager to get his father's gun back; he's eager to bring you down."

"Yeah, I know. No need to remind me."

"Good! Then shall I get on with my assignment? I feel so delighted that Colton has given permission to shoot at any spot on your body that won't kill you--it'll just hurt like hell. And I'd like to start now."

Blaise pulled the trigger. He had aimed for my shoulder--but I dodged the blow. I knew that the bullet would follow my movements until it hit the spot where it was aimed at. Fortunately--aside from Colton's dad--I was the only one who knew how to dodge it.

"You missed." I smirked.

"IDIOT! Colton told me about it's perfect aim! This gun should never miss it's target; and the bullets should do anything it takes to hit that target! So why didn't it hit you?"

"Because. If you noticed the engravings on the gun--they say my name. Bieber. And if you were smart enough, you would know that I've had this gun for a long time, buddy. I've learned how to dodge the bullets and I'm the only person who knows how. So don't jump to conclusions next time--I haven't forgotten that much."

Blaise was stunned. So stunned, in fact, that I ran towards him; and in a minute, I had him in a headlock and the gun pressed to his forehead.

"Don't underestimate me." I spat into his ear. "I'm not weak. I can, and if I have to, I will kill Colton. Thanks to you, it is now my mission to destroy him. And it starts with you."

I pulled the trigger. Blaise fell to the ground. I kicked his lifeless body angrily. Peyton ran towards me with tears in her eyes. I hugged her tightly; never wanting to let go. Everything was blurry. It was all a blur. Then it hit me.

The realization that, I, Justin Bieber, had just killed my second victim.

And I wanted Colton Prezlocki to be my third.

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