The Eras Of Michael Jackson: Brotherhood

Chapter 13: The Era In The Mirror

Once he turned the key and opened the door, he wished he would have collapsed outside, than to witness anything like this.

The worst displays of horror that HIStory saw, gave him a chilling welcome. He staggered inside the mansion as the door slammed shut behind him. At first, the sounds around became muffled as he could hear nothing but his own breathing.

Beads of cold sweat cascaded down his forehead, his heartbeat quickened as it echoed in his chest. He gripped his chest as another sharp pain cut across his heart inside. He cried out as another stab impaled through, this time sending him down to his knees. The sound inside the mansion crescendoed, bringing HIStory back to reality.

As he lifted his head, he could do nothing but stare, his body was like cement. The mansion which was once bright and lively turned into a dark, haunted shell of itself as the only light that was on, came from the huge full moon outside, lighting up the foyer of this horrific stage play that HIStory got a front row seat to view.

To the left stood Thriller, who shifted between his human and zombified form like a light switch. His normal upbeat personality was quickly suppressed by the bone-chilling moans of his zombified form. Half of his face was normal while the other half was decayed, his golden irises gleamed until they turned into a hollow black, as his zombified form started taking over.

HIStory jumped at a familiar scream, which came from Scream himself. The Era screeched in pain as the veins in his temples pulsated violently, it looked as if his head was going to explode at any minute. HIStory swallowed hard as he could see Janet hugging Scream tightly as she covered her ears to no avail.

The sound of ragged breathing came from the front as Dirty Diana was drenched in sweat and completely disheveled. His shirt was ripped open and his chest heaved violently, he couldn't talk as he could only helplessly catch his fading breath. HIStory swore he saw his skin turn a bluish hue as he suffered through his hysteria.

"N-No!" HIStory turned his attention to the staircase, only to see Bad holding his neck and thrashing around. He flew down the staircase, hitting the bottom hard. Bad writhed on the ground, as his hand was not holding his neck, but another hand.

"It's my turn now." Bad Tour cackled as he emerged from Bad's body. Dressed in his silver and black ensemble, the doppelgänger straddled his twin and wrapped his hands around Bad's neck, strangling him. HIStory shuddered as he could see Bad eyes land on him before they rolled into the back of his head.

"Oh, God." HIStory whispered.

"Argh!" HIStory followed the new outcry to see TDRCAU struggle up against the wall, as silver chains started to wrap around his body and squeeze him. HIStory started to sob as he could see his skin turning from red to purple, especially on his neck.

"No, this can't be real. This can't be real." HIStory choked out as he held himself.

Suddenly a high-pitched scream ranged out, followed by a skin-crawling one coming from the kitchen. The shadows from the flames showed Kishaya and Chris desperately trying to put out a blazing fire that engulfed YRMW, who wailed in agony as his body burned.

BOTD walked by with a dazed smile on his face, as he looked at YRMW flail around, the Era waved at HIStory, still frozen as he watched in disbelief. He looked down on the tile to see bloodstains making a path from the kitchen towards him.

BOTD walked towards the frightened Era, his brown eyes appeared with a eerie red glow, as he was humming an all too familiar tune. Once he got close, the red-clad Era peered down and let out a small chuckle. "There was blood on the dance floor." He sang as he turned around to point out the blood trail.