When The Sparkles Seem To Fade…
A Fictional Michael Jackson Story
Lil Pound Cake
The Story Within…
Michael lifted his head up from among the crowd, eye covered in the beautiful blue dot. The breeze blew against his face. He yelled, "Cover yourself in the love of everything small and useless to you. Care about the ones who hate you. Never let ANYONE put you down."
In the depressing, hateful, and most beautiful Michael Jackson story from Lil Pound Cake, you'll be captivated by each moment and heartbroken at the same time. Join Michael in his journey of complete hate, depression, and violence. Michael always knew this would come, but not near as bad as the way it did…
**WARNING: Strong usage of language. May be found offensive and/or cause severe depression. Not recommended for sensitive readers, younger readers, or easily disturbed readers. Reader discretion is advised.
**Note From Author: I LOVE Michael, and have nothing against him. This is the way I view his life, loving, and destroying the people whom hated him. Please Enjoy!
Chapter 1 - The Man Whom Beat…
The man whom caused so much pain to the 2000 people as his victims beat each one with his deadly whip, covered with razor sharp spikes on every inch of it, excluding the handle, soft and plush. He called each one by a terrible nickname he made for each one. Every last one of them was going to be beaten today, even the newborn infants. Never mercy. Never love. Just hate.
The man yelled, "Pedophile!" from the crowd, and a shrivel; neglected, malnourished, and beautiful man emerged from the crowd. Once beloved, talented, healthy, now stood in front of the man with a terrible expression on his face, tear stained.
That man whom was about to be beaten was Michael Jackson.
The evil man looked at Michael and yelled harshly, "Hello, Pedophile. How are you today? Are you hungry for a child?"
Michael glared at the man and yelled, "Why would I ever want to have a child? Why you think such things is a mystery to my soul. Damn you, I say. Damn you!"
The man yelled, "Damn me? Condemn me to hell? Ha! Pedophiles go to hell!"
"I'm not a pedophile!" Michael yelled, shoving the man up to the wall, "And furthermore you filthy, worthless thing," Michael said as he kicked him in the chest, "I'm not going to suffer your hatred any longer. I was meant for more. So-"
The man pushed him off, grabbed the whip, and slashed it against Michael's side. He poured blood and he fell to a heap. The man then stepped on him and walked away, guiding the other prisoners away, saying, "You see what will happen to YOU, if YOU disrespect me."
Michael held his side as he stood up, it gushing blood. Michael took off his shirt and wrapped it around his side, wailing in pain. He was dying.
A lady then emerged from the darkness. She was beautiful, young, with deep hazel eyes, and brown curly hair down to her shoulders. Her name was Jamie. She was the nurse to the prisoners. You were lucky if you were helped by her. She looked Michael and said, "Oh my God. What did he do?"
Michael looked up to her, face in pain. All he could get out was, "I'm dying. He-"
Jamie touched her finger to his lips, "No more. Come with me."
She helped him limp along to the doctor's den, as it was called. She helped him lie down on a table. Michael wailed in severe pain.
Jamie removed the shirt and winced. She then said, "Michael, I'm going to clean this up. It will hurt, I hope not too much. Try to bear it." She got a soft rag and wet it. She rubbed it on his bloody side. He yelled out in pain, and started to hyperventilate.
