One Shot Series 3

Spiked Beverage

Revenge can be a terrible thing, spreading death and destruction across many nations and generations. But in the eyes of a single man, it can be a strangely beautiful thing that takes a firm grip at that dark place just behind the heart.

Justin was one such man who had felt the overwhelming desire that is vengeance brooding. He had felt it every waking moment for the past four and a half years and often in his dreams too. It ate away at what remained of his sanity.

He would have revenge for his young sister's death, but it would have to be well executed. And so he waited, pretending to grow that tiny bit closer to the girl he knew killed his sister.

Demi Lovato was scum in the form of a woman. She was a stain upon the Earth that needed to be wiped off before it did any more damage. She was a down-right thief and drug dealer who had stabbed Jazmyn Bieber for the few dollars she had in her pocket that night.

Justin had gained Demi's admiration by discretely tipping her off to an incoming raid, an act that had only made the dark burden he carried weigh heavier. But soon he would be free of that damn burden. He would still carry the guilt of killing a woman, but it would be a smaller weight than allowing people like Demi to live.

It was a cold night when Justin invited Demi in for a nice drink. Dark clouds covered the stars and the moon, and a breeze whistled through the almost empty streets. The man accepted, clearly having already indulged himself.

It was a simple matter for Justin to steal a little of the drug dealer's product as he escorted the girl in. When they arrived at Justin's mansion, he offered his guest a choice of drinks.

"Whatever's strong, baby," she replied with a slur.

"I have just the thing." Justin fixed his young guest a rum that was very dark, which had been aging for quite a while, on the rocks. He added in the drugs he had stolen, and swirled the drink around to dissolve the powder. Then he fixed a scotch for himself.

Demi downed half of her drink and then peered at it with a look of distaste on her face. Justin quickly offered a toast before his guest could comment on it.

"To your continued music success," he raised his glass and the drug dealer did the same with an understanding grin.

Demi finished her drink with a incredible gulp and then sat back in her chair looking content. Justin said nothing, and after a moment, his guest began to fall asleep. Justin slowly finished his drink while he waited for the drugs to tear through the woman's system.

He placed his empty glass on the table and rose from his chair right as the young lady began to gag in her sleep. Removing the handkerchief from his trouser pocket, Justin covered the woman's mouth, suffocating her.

When his guest finally stopped moving, Justin dragged her into the street and deposited the body around the corner.

Justin Bieber burned his purple handkerchief when he returned, and as the flames consumed it and the ash slowly blew away, he felt all the weight on his shoulders being lifted and the clouds in his mind being cleared.