Michael Jackson Imagines

15.Kill Him(Part Two)

Your P.O.V.
"You want me to what?!" "Please Y/N?" "There is no way in hell I'm killing Michael Jackson!" "What if I pay you?" I sighed. "How much?" "We can work out the kinks later,just do this for me? Please?" "Fine." Carol squealed. "Thanks,bye!" The line went dead. I knew what I had to do. I had to get close to Michael,act like his girlfriend,then inject a death serum into him. On the autopsy,they'd think he had a heart attack. I posed as a reporter and set up a date to meet Michael. 

M:Hello?

Y:Yes,I'm Y/N L/N. I'm a reporter for the New York Times. I was wondering if I could interview you sometime.

M:When?

Y:Tomorrow evening maybe?

M:That sounds fine. I suppose I'll see you then Miss?

Y:Yup,Goodnight Mr.Jackson.

M:Goodnight Miss.

I hung up and sighed. This was going to be easy. Too easy. I realized how many hearts I'd be breaking. All of his friends,family and fans would be sad because of one bitter bitch and a hitwoman.... Oh well,at least I get paid.

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I dressed up in my classiest yet casual costume. That's what I call everything I wear on a mission,a costume. Once I was at Neverland,I was lead to a room and told Michael would be there soon. I sat down and looked around. It was leather books packed on a shelf behind the big oak desk. 'What are these? Diaries?' I scoffed. 'This guy's pathetic. No wonder Carol wants him dead.' I heard the door open and close behind me. I turned to see the most beautiful man ever.

"Are you the reporter Miss?" I was at a loss for words. This was Michael Jackson?! No wonder he had so many fangirls. He was gorgeous. Maybe that's an understatement. "Miss? Are you alright?" "Oh,um....yes I'm fine. I'm sorry but you're Michael Jackson?" He arches his eyebrow,then shakes his head. "Yeah. Haven't you seen me before?" "Uhm,actually,no." He chuckles. "That's a first." He says before sitting behind the desk. "So what'd you wanna ask?" The words tumble out before I can stop them. "I'm not a reporter." Did I just say that?!

Michael eases back into his chair. "I didn't think so. You're too.....oh,I don't know.....special,I guess you could say,to be a reporter." I giggle. Did I just fucking giggle? What the hell is going on with me? This man must be working some kind of magic on me,or maybe......no. I can't be in love with him. Can I?