A/N hey guys! First off, how's the story? I have noticed some reads went down.. Is there anything I can do to make it better?! I'll gladly fix stuff!
Also my version of Justin Bieber in this is he is a psychopath and his POV and thoughts is going to be really twisted to give the real effect so read with caution if your sensitive. I love you all and enjoy bye!
(Justin's POV)
I was in hell, and I wasn't being tortured. I wasn't getting scared or getting continuously punished in the pits of flames. I even saw satan himself, and he didn't dare come near me, weather it was arrogance or fear - he never even stepped 10 feet towards me.
I was contempt in my spot and placement in the underworld and smiled even, until the floor was ripped out from under my feet and light filled my surroundings. And then a breath was taken, and my eyes opened to see people I had no interest in seeing again. Harry, Zayn and Liam.
"What the fuck is going on here!" I screamed, and the prolonged time of which I didn't use my mouth made this scream feel weird. I coughed a bit, I was choking on ashes. And that's when I remembered why.
All the rage all the hatred all the pain and sorrow it was all Michael's fault, all of it. He burned me and killed me and tossed me off a cliff with nothing but a brush off his shoulder. I clenched my fists and smiled remembering the pleasure in feeling hate for someone.
Suddenly I wasn't so mad about coming back be used this meant I could not chop Michael up onto little pieces and eat him with chocolate fondu and have his blood in a glass to drink with this delicacy.
"We brought you back so we could get some revenge. You are our leader sort of" Harry said to me. And that word, that word that started with an L actually made me change my mind, my attitude and everything I was about to do. I was there leader? That changed everything. Now I had a real sense of power flowing threw me yet again and I was ready to burn Michael to a crisp.
"So boys, what are we waiting for," I said, slowly standing up and wiping the dust and ash off of me. Niall and Louis came running down the hall as I did this and Niall looked at me. I smirked at him and his face went a bit red. Niall was so easily attracted to me, it was sort of great.
"Let's go get Michael, Luke, Ashton and Calum" I said, stretching and smirking back at Niall. Harry cleared his throat and store up beside me.
"Justin. We need to explain to you some things" Harry said, I rolled my eyes and turned to him, Zayn and Liam. I shrugged to them and let out an apathetic yawn.
"What is it not?" I asked tempted to slice one of them just to get them to stop talking. I decided to let this one slide because maybe they have actually knowledge on this situation.
"You were dead for about 14 years, we were able to keep all of us alive using immortality spells and dark magic. It took us forever to figure out the bring back the dead spell without attaching your souls to dolls, so we finally have that out of the way" Zayn explained, I walked up to him and flicked him on the nose. He let out an awe of pain and then covered his nose with his hands.
"Idiots. When you do the immortality spells you attach your souls to dolls did you know that? Amateurs" I yelled. Zayn narrowed his eyes at me and just straight up blew me off. I searched my pockets for something until I found what I was looking for. A red handled silver knife I always kept around for hurting unworthy and disrespectful people. I pulled it out and placed it on Zayn's neck, looking at him deep in the eyes. His facial expression went from cocky to frightened in a matter of seconds and my knife glided across his neck.
"Really please, ignore me more - I'm serious - do it and see what happens" I said, trying to be threatening. It must have worked because Zayn stopped dead in his tracks and didn't say a word.
"So wait, where are our dolls?" Louis asked, I turned to him and played the knife back into my pocket. I slid over to him and then looked at him up and down, pondering something of my own.
"Back again aren't we Tomlinson?" I said shaking my head at him, "what is that twice now?" I laughed, Louis sighed in annoyance and nodded towards my statement. I took a deep breath and looked at Louis.
"Our dolls are where ever that punk Michael left them - I'm not even sure where that is anymore" Harry said. I turned to him and smiled, raising my hand.
"I know where that is" I said. And we were off. They followed me to the burned remains of Michael's once huge house. His parents skeletons were in the front yard, obviously they were trying to escape and didn't make it. The house itself was a pile of ash and garbage. I smiled at my work, and climbed into the rubble.
"What are you doing that's disgusting" Niall said, I turned to him and began taking whining and taunting him.
"Oh no I'm gonna get my golden locks covered in ash!" I mimicked, "please you ere dead for 14 years let that sync in again" I finished my statement in my normal voice. Niall cleared his throat and he began to follow me into the ashes of the house, as did the rest of the boys. I searched around what appeared to be the basement level of the house in search for one thing. I knew it was in the basement because I tracked where Michael had moved them. And then, after searching for what must have been forever, I found it.
A small silver tin box with a lock on it. The lock was broken off, and the box was sitting on a pile of dirt and ash right in front of me, ripe for the picking. I picked it up in my hands, yanked the lock off and then opened the lid. Sure enough, our dolls were in there. Louis', Harry's, Niall's, Zayn's, Liam's... But some things were missing completely.
Where was my doll? And Michael's, Calum's, Ashton's and Luke's?
"What are we going to do now?" Niall said noticing that not all the dolls were in the box. I picked up the box and turned to him. Pacing him the box and clearing my throat.
"Let's locate the dolls shall we?" I said. I cracked my knuckles and tried to remember the words to the incantation I needed to recite in order to locate the other dolls. Once I remembered it, I closed my eyes and began.
"I seemed to have lost it,
Not my mind,
But something that I need to take up time.
I seemed to have lost it,
That doll I sewn,
Please tell me where I can find it, I need it to be my own."
And with that, I saw a vision a street sign, a city and a country in which I can find my dolls. I also saw a glimpse, of what seemed to me Michael and Calum with a son with brown hair. Everything went black for a second, and then I saw the address. I said it out loud so I remembered it.
"Cambridge, Ontario. Lenox Drive. That's where we find our dolls, that's were we get our revenge"
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Domesticate (Discontinued)
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