The Eras Of Michael Jackson: Brotherhood

Chapter 10: They Don't Really Care About Us but Scream Anyway

Over on the other side of town, Thriller and Smooth arrived at Scream's private residence, up in the hills of the city. The black and white modern-style penthouse sat at the top of the hill surrounded by black iron gates. They started up the steep concrete driveway, passing by the futuristic statues that decorated the walkway until they finally reached the entrance.

"You think we should have called first?" Thriller turned to Smooth.

Smooth pressed the doorbell. "I doubt he still has the same number."

The intercom buzzed, there was silence then some shuffling could be heard from the other side. "Who's there?"

"Hey Scream, it's me and Thriller. Let us in, we got to talk to you about something really important."

"Smooth?"

"Yeah, you know your brother?"

"Real funny. This can't wait until another time, I'm kind of dealing with something urgent at this time."

"Come on Scream, this issue is literally life-threatening for all of us, especially Michael." Thriller chimed in.

Scream sighed. "Alright, but I need your help with something first."

"Sure, we'll help you."

The intercom went silent, and suddenly the sound of the front doors unlocked with a few loud clicks and pushed inward. Smooth and Thriller glanced at each other before stepping inside the house as the doors closed and locked behind them.

The house was blindingly bright, as the house had a futuristic fusion of black and white monochrome design. White walls, black furniture in one room and the opposite in another, not to mention the state-of-the-art technology, music memorabilia, and statues that decorated both inside and outside. There is no doubt why the entire villa was the most expensive one on the hill.

The house was eerily quiet, almost too quiet. "Scream! Where are you?" Thriller called out.

"I probably should have worn my other suit, I almost blend into the walls." Smooth caressed his blue tie.

The sound of footsteps interrupted the duo as they turned their attention toward the white grand staircase. Thriller's irises began to golden when he saw who came down, making a beeline towards the person.

Colliding with the person and holding them in a tight bearhug, Thriller flashed his pearly whites as he squeezed none other than his sister Janet, who returned the favor. He spun her around and finally set her down. "Janet! It's been ages, what are you doing here?"

Janet giggled. "It's been too long, Thriller."

"Hey, sis!" Smooth came over and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Smooth, it's so nice to see you." Janet returned the embrace.

"Where's Scream?" Thriller asked.

"He's upstairs, follow me."

Janet led them back upstairs and down the hall until they entered the room, where Scream was sitting on the black leather couch, with his gaze plastered on the huge plasma screen tv watching a breaking news report.

"Scream, we have company."

Scream turned around to see his brothers and waved them over to sit down. "Hurry, you've got to see this."

The duo along with Janet joined him on the couch and paid attention to the news coverage, the story was apparently about a detention center within the city, with some new prisoners being transferred in.

"What's this supposed to be about?" Smooth raised a brow.

"I'm surprised you haven't heard already, but pay close attention to see if you notice someone familiar." Scream grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.