Jolavania || MJ FanFiction

Prologue.

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The year was 1986. Michael Jackson was finishing up his last show for the night when he noticed a man lurking around the stadium where his driver was waiting for him. Before he knew it, it seemed like time was moving slower and slower, and everyone around him was frozen in time. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain shooting through his neck, which soon made him pass out onto the floor. His body felt like it was being stung by millions of wasps, and he could hear his heart beating in his ears loudly.

He heard muffled voices, and a large body picked him up off the floor and into a car where he laid motionless for about 20 minutes until he was finally sent to a hospital. Unfortunately for Michael, the news about his sudden hospitalization spread like wildfire, and his adoring fans waited outside for him with posters, shirts, CDs, and chants. It became such a whole ordeal that the cops were called and had to move people out the way and also help those who needed medical attention.

"Michael, can you hear me?" a nurse asked as she checked his pulse, grabbed his arm, and rubbed alcohol onto the skin. "You're going to feel a slight pinch, okay?" She poked a needle through his arm where his vein was and hooked him up to an IV machine. They monitored his heart rate and noticed it was beating abnormally faster than usual. They pumped some morphine through his IV and saw his heartbeat slow down, and his breathing became steady.

He was in pain, but the feeling of the morphine in his bloodstream eased it, and it soon relaxed him. His eyes stayed shut as he lay in the hospital bed, relaxed yet sleepy. The voices in the room became muffled, as well as the machine beeping next to him as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Soon, Michael's eyes opened wide, his vision became sharper, and his hearing was so clear that he could hear a mouse scurrying around. He looked down to see he was in a hospital room, tucked in a bed with a hospital gown on, and his clothes folded neatly in a chair next to him. He turned his head to see his driver, his guards, and his family in the room with him. They didn't notice he was awake until he moved a bit.

"Oh my baby! Thank god you're alright!" Katherine exclaimed as she went over to him and hugged him tightly. He let out a slight groan from the pain of her pushing against his arm.

"Ma, you're hurting me." He simply replied as he hugged her. She pulled away and placed her hand on his cheek, looking into his big brown eyes.

"I was so worried. We didn't know what happened to you or how you ended up here."

Michael frowned, trying to remember what had happened. "It was strange." He said softly. "I remember leaving the arena after my show here in London, and I saw this...weird guy lurking around the back of the building just staring at me. His face was creepy yet..calm. He seemed to be intrigued by me or something...I don't really remember, but I just know he had this look that he wanted to kill me. The only things I remembered were red eyes, sharp teeth, and a monster like face running towards me at full speed, and after that, nothing!"

"What's that on your neck, Mike?" Janet asked as everyone looked, and his mother moved his head to the side and noticed a bite mark on his neck that showed up in a bruise.

"Oh dear god, what happened?"

"I don't know, but.. I'm starting to feel..." he couldn't even finish his words when he felt vomit creep up his throat, and his mother ran to get him a bucket, which he proceeded to gag and retch into. He hadn't done this since he was a kid, and the feeling of stomach acid in his throat and tastebuds was not a good feeling or taste. His face was scrunched up after he finished and wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue that was handed to him.

"You need to put something light in your stomach and drink some water." Joseph said as he picked up the menu.

"I'm not hungry. Thinking about food is making me nauseous again." Michael replied in a raspy voice while spitting into the bucket, trying to get the last bits of vomit out.

"I know, but you need to at least have something so that way when you are hungry, you can save it for later."

Michael laid his hand on his stomach as he rolled back into the bed, feeling it gurgle again and the pain in his neck seemingly coming and going in waves. "Why is this happening to me?" he sighed. "I haven't done anything to nobody."

"Ain't nothing but evil people in this world." Katherine said, shaking her head. "They tryna come for my baby? No, sir."

"Ma, I'm sure I'll be alright very soon." Michael said, holding Katherine's hand in his own and squeezing it gently. "I promise."

Katherine's eyes teared up a little bit as she looked back at him and nodded. "Okay, I trust that you will."

The rest of the family gathered around the bed and locked hands, with Katherine leading everyone in a prayer. Michael, meanwhile, stared up at the ceiling, the white lights of the cold hospital room making him feel like a prisoner. His eyes darted across the face of every single family member, and soon he started to feel tears coming as well. By the time the prayer ended, Michael was crying. His mother was the first to hug him and reassure him.

While everyone was comforting Michael, a lone figure was watching from the doorway while surrounded by shadows. Michael's eyes briefly darted around the room, and his eyes landed on the figure. Startled, she let out a gasp and seemingly vanished into thin air. Michael found it weird that no one else seemed to see or hear the figure, but he shook it off. He had to get some rest. Hopefully, this bite mark will go away....

Right?

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