Bates Motel: Justin Bieber

Prologue

"Is this really what you do when you're bored?"

He nodded, taking a swig off of his cheap, bottled beer.

"Do you get bored often?" She asked.

"There's really nothing special about this bullshit of a town. Been here my whole life. People mysteriously getting killed is about all there is. But living here for as long as I have? Yeah, those murders aren't mysterious anymore. They're stupid."

Adjusting herself on the damp, wooden log, she cleared her throat. "Do you ever want to know who it is?"

"I don't need to, it's obvious. And I suggest you don't find out. A girl like you," he scoffed before taking another sip of his beer. "You'd get ripped apart, killed even, if you even get close to finding out who the fuck is killing people. Besides, all that has to do with the underground shit going on around here. None of the deaths were innocent people."

"I should probably--"

"Get home? Yeah, it's not safe out here at this time of night. Go," he demanded.