"Justin Drew Bieber can never get hurt if Jason McCann is alive."

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Jason's POV:

He was tied to a chair with chains, marks visible on his hands. He was also coughing up blood, leaving him completely helpless.

"Justin.." I said quietly reaching my hand out.

Justin looked at me, smiling. Blood dripping from his mouth.

I clenched my fist, getting myself back together. I can't fight if I have tears.

I looked towards Scooter. His face plastered with a devious smile.

Son of a bitch.

"Told you I was gonna be back." He said walking around the room.

"No actually coz technically you said 'we'll be back'. Where's the rest?"

I need to take the piss out of him, so that I can fight him. He won't see it coming. He's got his goons. They'll try to attack. I'll dodge them and use their powers against them.

"Not everything I say has to be correct!" He said shouting.

"Shut up scooter-" I heard Justin say before all I heard were mumbles. I looked back. I saw one of the dudes putting duct tape over his mouth. I looked to Ryan and Rory. They looked at me with worry and fear. I looked at them firmly reassuring them with an affirmative nod.

"Oh really now? Yes it does otherwise that's considered lying." I said chucking in my head 123839399 times.

He should be pissed off by now, now he should attack.

No wait, I need to bring it up.

"So, wanna explain all this?" I said pointing to Justin and everything else.

"Teaching him a lesson." He said hissing.

"He's been through school already. What the fuck are you saying?" I said, trying to contain my laughter. Which was hella difficult, just so you know!

"Ah! Not that! He doesn't see how cold blooded you are! He doesn't see how you're just using him! He doesn't-"

I grabbed his collar and pinned him against the wall. My grip so tight that my hands were red.

"Shut up before I teach you how to spell the words 'son of a bitch'." I said proudly.

'Ooh's' and gasps were heard around the room, mainly from Rory and Ryan. I signalled them to shut the fuck up before I murder their ass. My face kept firm, jaw clenched, still grabbing onto Scooter.

I got snapped out of my thoughts as I felt a hard hit on my face, dropping me to the ground. I saw a few hallucinations for a moment. The room going fuzzy. My head was spinning.

"Attack! Now!" I heard a familiar voice say.

My feet immediately jumped back up, as I prepped myself.

He's got his goons. They'll try to attack. I'll dodge them and use their powers against them.

I recited the words in my head as I blocked a punch from one of them. The other tried to kick me but i took advantage and made him kick himself.

One down, one to go.

The other stepped back from me, fury appearing all over him. He went towards a box, and picked up a long chain. The same one Justin had.

Oh my-

Shit!

Chill Jase chill. Use your weapons or use theirs against them.

I got my secret whip out from my belt, unravelling it.

The special thing about my whip is that, it looks like rope, but it's made of metal.

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