Identity (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter One

(Justin's Point of View)

The bright lights shine down on me, the rush of adrenline now flowing through my veins. It's show time. 

I feel myself being lifted up onto the stage on a platform, the sound of screaming girls immediately surrounding me. The sound never fails to make me smile. Nothing will change that.

The beat of 'Boyfriend' pounds throughout the entire arena, my cue about to hit. There it is.

"If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go." I whisper into the microphone, my two dance steps following. The screams roar louder.

"I can take you places you 'aint never been before." More adreneline kicks in, the feeling now overwhelming.

I run across the edge of the stage as I continue to do my dance moves, an insane amount of hungry hands beginning to claw at any part of me they can touch.

My fingers graze the tips of each girl's hand, the touch sending a wave of screams behind me as I continue to move across the stage.

"Baby take a chance or you'll never ever know." My backup dancers dressed in matching black and yellow outfits circle me, our dance moves all falling into flawless synchrony.

We all make our way to the center of the stage, a white fog now snaking around our ankles. "I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow. Swag swag swag, on you."

The screams of thousands of people now erupt into an explosion of excitement, the sound only pushing me to make this show even more special for them.

"Chillin' by the fire while we eatin' fondue. I dunno about me, but I know about you. So say hello to falsetto in three, two, swag."

I can feel my heart beginning to pound louder in my chest, everything inside of me growing numb. I haven't had a show like this in a long, long time. I've never felt this way while performing.

My voice breaks off into the high note, the beginning sounding slightly weak. "I'd like to be, everything you want. Hey girl, let me talk to you."

The dancers and I slide across the stage as the fog grows stronger by the second. We do our individual moves, the quick movement nearly knocking me out of breath.

I scramble up to the top of the golden staircase, a fog filled box waiting for me to enter. The beat to the hook suddenly kicks in, my cue arriving.

"If I was your boyfriend, never let you go. Keep you on my arm girl, never be alone."

My voice fills the room with power, each word sending the girls into a louder scream. I flash a bright smile before singing the next few words, my lips slightly parted to finally let in a deep breath.

I heave in one last gush of air, my voice instantly shooting up in range. "I can be a gentleman, anything you want. If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go. Never let you go."

A loud sound suddenly catches my attention, the thought not really sinking in. Then I hear it again.

It's no typical sound. The sound resembles a girl crying in pain, not crying out of of happiness.

The beat continues to echo around me as I quickly rush off of the stage, my head craning to examine the crowd in search for the injured girl.

A group of stocky security guards pile out of their assigned designations, their bodies now crammed into mine as they hold me back from searching further.

"Someone's hurt, bro!" I hiss, my voice trailing off at the end. 

The security guard who's meaty hand remains latched onto my arm speaks into a radio secured tightly around his ear, the sound barely audible with the loud speakers continuing to blast the beat to 'Boyfriend.'

Out of nowhere, the lights begin to flicker, the girl's scream growing louder. Before I even have the chance to check further, the lights completely shut off. Then it happens. 'It' being an event I never pictured myself having to deal with; a shooting.

Various gun shots come from different areas in the crowd, the sound of everyone screaming immediately following.

A gloved hand suddenly grasps onto my jaw, their fingers clawing at my cheeks until they finally cover my entire mouth. Unable to speak or breathe, my body slowly begins to feel light and dizzy, my surroundings still pitch black.

I can feel myself being dragged by my shirt collar through the crowd of people still scrambling for the exits, my arms now pinnned behind my back.

I jolt forward in pain, my body trying it's best to fight back. Nothing is working. Cold air suddenly creeps up my skin, the sound of a car engine constantly echoing in my ears.

My eyes are now concealed of seeing anything, a black rag secured tightly around my head. Pain tears through my chest as I'm suddenly tossed carelessy onto a rough surface, unfamiliar voices continuing to speak with one another.

"Help!" I scream at the top of my lungs, the forced speech sending a blazing pain down my entire throat. A hand suddenly grabs onto my face again, this time a thick piece of duct tape holding me off from speaking.

"Sweet dreams, Bieber." A dark voice hisses into my ear, a needle suddenly jabbing deep into my neck. Before I even have time to express my pain, I can feel myself growing overwhelmingly weak. Then I feel nothing.