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Bad Guy's POV
I look up at my bedroom wall. The wall is covered in pictures, paragraphs and other. In the center is a picture of my main target, Robin Stevens. Directly around her picture is her information, anything about her that I've gathered over the years. Lines of strings come out of her picture and lead to similar pictures and data finds. Friends, family, people she likes, anyone who she has a relationship with of some kind.
At the least, every picture has paper with: Name, date of birth, relationship to Robin, and home address. Others are more in depth, newspaper articles, things they like to do, ect. The more interested I am with them, the more information I have.
I run my hand across the board. The corners of papers flip back against the inside of my hand. My hands circle around three names, names with a red X through them: Anna, Clara, and Nick.
I'm really proud of my accomplishment, killed her family and then thirteen years later I kill her celebrity crush. It was a long shot, dangerous move. Killing a celebrity means that the police are going to be a lot more interested in this then some small town boy. That is why it took so long to plan, I had to get in and out without being notice. I had to get rid of any and all evidence. Everything had to be precise. This wasn't just getting drunk and speeding a red light when I saw their van coming up the hill on their way to day care, hitting the side that Anna and Clara sat. No, this had to be so much more planed. I toyed the idea of a bomb, so that I wouldn't have to be at the scene of the crime, but I like watching the death scene unfold before me. I took the risk.
I got employed at the venue as soon as I found out that the boy band was going there, made myself a trusted employ. Dressed the job, and listened. When I knew the brothers would be in there room, moments before they were to meet on stage, I walked to his room, carrying water bottles. Dropped the water off at the stage, dropped my walky-talky in a corner and slipped the few dozen feet to the hallway of celebrities. Joe was supposed to be in the room Nick was, Nick was supposed in the very back where Joe was. That would have given me the emergency exit out the back of that room and outside near the dumpster. An easy escape, and an alibi. I had previously thrown a bag of trash in the dumpster, and made sure of the times the dump truck picked up.
But my plans were changed. Nick grabbed the front room and I had to get out fast. I slipped in, shot the gun, dropped it into the trashcan near the door and bolted out. Turned the corner away from where the family was going to come from, shoved my gloves in my pocket, and headed back to the stage. I slowed my pace, a few people ran passed me, paying no mind. I grabbed my walky-talky and headed back farther backstage, the other direction of everyone else.
"Where are you going!" One of my friends from backstage yelled.
"Backstage," I kept my voice calm.
"Didn't you hear the gunshot!" He grabs my arm when runs past, twisting me around other way. I run beside him.
"No," I act like this is the worst thing I've ever heard, when in fact this is no news to me.
"Where were you?"
"Near the stage," I say, we go quiet, hurried on running towards the gunshot.
A quick, perfect alibi, no one can hear anything over the scream of those girls.
I loved this murder. Not only was I getting the joy of watching her pain, but I get the joy of watching everyone suffer.
Then she goes and finds the love of her life. She is so happy. I couldn't kill him, she was ready to tell, I knew she was. I needed someones life to be at risk to stop her. And I needed someone else to take for my own enjoyment, something to counter her love.
So I took Kevin, but killing him was too risky. She would tell. I faked some evidence, made sure someone found it, and watched. The wedding arrest, not planed, but perfect.
This isn't enough, she knows its not true, and everyone seems to have so much belief that it wasn't him, leaving me almost joyless. Thank goodness for those Jonas fans.
I need to take someone else, I look up at my wall and pull out a red marker. I circle a name. Now to device a plan.
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Les Vecteursby caca0h194 views
hi (:
i really like your stories- i just started reading them (:
i hope the bad guy doesnt kill joe :( x
starrygurl1618 2 years ago
oh no!! i bet hes after either joe or frankie!! not another jonas boy!! oh the humanity!!
4evamileyfan 2 years ago
man he needs a life
saliat25 2 years ago
OMG OMG OMG OMG..!!!!!!!!!...
nickjonas500 2 years ago
he's gonna kill joe i think
Tambasco511 2 years ago
He's so sick! I love it!! lol. jk. Good eppy!
ilove3jonasbros 2 years ago
sick mind he has. well, he's a murderer after all. he's going after frankie now!! haha idk, im just thinking about it.
FYIILNJ 2 years ago