The Legend of the Diamonettes

Chapter 3: The Mystery

Everyday was pure torture to Justin. He was a unpaid, infamous, and a horrible pop singer. The only reason why he sang was to get money so he can go to college, but it wan't looking to bright.

He was an orphan, he parents killed by a cop car crashing into his family's living room (ironic), killing both of his parents, and destroying his left leg forever.

The only people who loved him was the paparazzi that followed him everywhere. He had no privacy whatsoever, and was constantly watched, until now.

He had finally escaped the paparazzi and made it to a bridge that was covered in black moss. Feeling lucky, he tossed a nickel into the water. Then he heard a voice. As he turned around, he saw someone.

"Please help me, help me," a little blonde girl wearing a white night gown said. So feeling sorry for her, he went over there to her to see if she was okay...

What the cameraman saw was a horrible horrible sight. He watched as a monster rose from the skin of a little girl, and just devour Justin. He didn't know what to do. Then, it hit him. He pulled out his phone and called 911, while a dark spot was growing from the middle of his pants.

As he reported, he climbed out of the tree, and took off. Very Nosily.

As the Diamonettes was in the process turning the horrible pop star into a horrible doll, he heard the cameraman running.

"Intruder," he whispered.

As fast as lightning mixed with a cheetah, and as silent as a feather on the floor, the Diamonettes was off.

No on saw either of them again...