Mr. Perfect {A Michael Jackson Fanfiction}

Prologue

Silence absorbed the room as Y/N pointed the 9mm handgun upon Michael's head. Michael surveyed her every little move to see if she's tough enough to pull the trigger. Tremendous apprehension lure inside of Y/N's mind as she questions herself whether to demolish the monster he has showed to be, or to let the authorities handle it. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead... Shoot me!" he challenged her to finish him off. His ugly stare devoured Y/N's already dreadful soul...

She slowly removed the gun from his head. He snickers. "I knew you didn't have the guts to kill me." he turned around walking away. Rage fulfilled Y/N's face as the man who she once loved strolls down the darkness of the hallway. Once again, silence filled the room. Silence... silence... silence... silence... BANG...