Cute Justin Bieber Imagines

Your Eyes

Justin's POV:

I pressed the trigger and saw the bullet hit my victum and he fell down. It hit to his artery and blood started shoot out. It fucked up my jacket when I pulled his wallet out of his pocket

I heard the sirens, they were here already. My heart started beat faster. Run, run, my brain yelled to me but my legs didn't listen. They knew that this was wrong what I did. They tried make me realize the brutality I did.

Finally I got myself into circulation. I ran and ran, till I was sure that I was far enough the crime scene. The place looked unfamiliar. I didn't know where I was. I looked around myself but there was just empty offices both side of the hallway.

I noticed that there was blood on my hands, I have to wash these off somewhere before I'd attend to the show later tonight. I hide my bloody gun inside my jacket and started look for a bathroom. I pulled a hood over my head so nobody could recognize me because that would have been the last shot to my great career.

Just think about it how all those trash magazines would be full of titles like:

"The Worlwide Popstar Justin Bieber career is over: Got Caught of Killing a Man"

"SHOCKING NEWS: The Teen Sensation Justin Bieber has a hidden job"

"A Serial Killer in Front of Our Eyes: Justin Bieber wasn't the Golden Boy yet even we already thought so"

Just thought of that made me laugh of their stupidness there, even it wouldn't have been nice at all got caught and lose that all which I had reached so far.

Some people might think now why I was doing that even I had already enough money to burn. Well, we all had our own hidden desires, that was mine. I needed that feeling of excitiment, it brought me back to life after a long stressful day.

But I still kept these two sides of me apart each other. When I was on stage I was there myself, and when I was killing, the other half of me was keeping me up. There was no chance to mix those sides together, even I was scared as hell of that sometimes.

I started walk and look for a bathroom where wash my hands before I should leave. There were just empty rooms which were covered with white paint. No bathrooms anywhere.

I was ready to give up but when I heard a door opening somewhere behind me. The sound made me turn around quickly and grab my gun on my hands. They shook because I thought that it would have been a police but it was just a young man.

I met his scared eyes. He looked so familiar but I couldn't remember who he was. Only thing I would focus on was his deep blue eyes. They hypnotized me in seconds, and my heart started beat faster, when I stepped closer to him.

"Please, don't! I won't do anything. I was just washing my han-" he said in panic. Even his voice sounded familiar. I stepped closer, still keeping my hands on my gun. He backed till his back hit the wall.

"Please, don't. Didn't we make the deal already last time?" he asked and I could see little tears on his eyes. They made his eyes even more brighter. "Have we met somewhere earlier?" I asked back and he nodded.

"Yes, July 4th last year" he said out and relaxed a bit when I put my gun back in my pocket. There was no harm of that guy, I thought. I moved to the bathroom and started wash my hands. He moved to the door too and followed my action. "How can you do that still? Don't you ever think that those people are someone's childs? We everyone are"

Somehow his comment made my blood boil inside me. "It's not yiur business" I said quietly and pushed him off in front of the door. I started walk toward the closest door but soon I heard loud 'stop'.