Smooth Criminal Volume 2 (a Justin Bieber fan fiction)

CHAPTER 2 "You're him again, aren't you?"

I stared at Andi's body that was now just a pile of bones ready to rut and mummify. I dropped the bloody knife to the ground and bent down to lift her up. I carried Andi into the woods and laid the rutting body on the cold and wet dirt ground and went back to my car to get a shovel. I walked back to the dead corpse and started to dig a hole. I pushed her down in the hole with my foot as the body fell with a small bounce. I took the shovel and shoved the dirt in the hole, making her more invisible after each time. I patted the grave with my foot to make it look realistic as I let out a big breath and dried the sweat off of my face.

I felt nothing.

I went back to my car and took off the reg plaques from both sides of my car and threw them inside Andi's car among with the shovel and my bloody knife. I looked at myself in the window of the car and snatched in surprise. I hadn't realized until then that I was totally soaked in blood. I had blood splatter all over my face and my withe v-neck wasn't even withe anymore, it was red and only red. I took off my leather jacket and pulled off my bloody t-shirt and threw it on top of the shovel as I put my leather jacket back on, leaving my chest and abs visible. I settled myself in the car and turned it alive as I pulled down the degas pedal, leaving my own car at the side of the road.

I didn't feel anything. No guilt, no pain, no remorse, nada. I laughed for myself. "I can do what the fuck ever I want to do." I said for myself and smirked. 'There is no stupid emotion controlling my brain.' I thought and kept smirking. 'As long as I cover my tracks.., nothing will stop me. Not even Paula.' I furrowed my brows and put my lips in a thin line.

No, I lied. I did feel something. I was feeling vengeance full.

I parked the car on our parking lot and grabbed all the stuff from the backseat and started toward the house as I opened the door as quietly as possible, seeing it was 3 am. The whole house was black and the downstairs was empty.

I walked toward the stairs quietly as a lamp was lit. I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled my lips inside my mouth, standing like a calcified statue.

"Where have you been?" I expected to hear Drake's angry voice but instead my ears met Alec's worried voice.

"Nothing you have to care about." I growled and stood with my back against him, not wanting him to see the knife and shovel.

"Justin." He growled back. "What are you carrying on?" Alec questioned as I stayed quiet. "Turn around." He ordered as I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever.." I mumbled and turned around and tossed the stuff on the floor. His mouth fell open.

"You fucking killed someone?" Alec hissed as death flashed in his eyes.

"And it was so fun." I smirked as Alec took me by my jacket and smashed me into the wall. I kept grinning.

"You're him again, aren't you?" He breathed with creased brows, holding me pinned against the wall.

"Him?" I cocked a brow and pushed him away from me. "When are you dicks gonna get it? I am him!" I scoffed. I took a short breathe pause as my face expression changed. "But to answer your question. Yes, I'm back for good. And this time you ain't gonna get rid of me." I warned darkly as I stood only inches away from Alec.

I turned around and walked upstairs leaving Alec confused and worried as fuck in the living room. I went into my room and slammed the door shut after me and locked it. I took off my jacket and threw it on the floor as I stepped out of my jeans and took off my shoes and boxers, leaving me naked. The only thing that was dressing me was the blood splatter on my face and neck. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water pour off the blood.