The Eras Of Michael Jackson: Brotherhood

Chapter 3: Thrill of the Night

Along the way to find the next ambassador, Bad contacts Michael, and after about three rings he answers the phone.

"Hello."

"Hey Michael, I got Smooth with me, now we're on our way to find Thriller."

"Good, good. You guys know where to go right?"

"He's either at the movie theater or the cemetery?" Smooth suggested.

"There haven't been any new horror movies out now, so the cemetery will be your best bet on finding him."

"He's not still... eh... you know?" Bad glances at Smooth.

"Unfortunately, yes he is, but if he gives you any trouble, call me and I'll tell you what to do." He reassured. "But I doubt he'll be completely out of control, he has gotten better control of his other side."

"I hope so." Smooth sighed.

"Give me a call once you've got him, I got to go lay down." Michael ended the call.

"We really have to pull this off, I can't stand hearing him like that." Smooth fiddled with the white bands around his fingers.

"Only if you saw him, the man is a walking skeleton, I had to help him walk around the house, I was scared to let him go."

Smooth massaged his temples, resting his arm on the window. "Christ, I hope all of this recruiting works, man."

"We don't have a choice but to make it work."

After driving through the populated parts of the city, the two Eras ended up in a more secluded area, where an old abandoned warehouse with a graveyard across from it was nearby. The warehouse was at least two decades old as it was wasting away due to the chipped red paint and blacked-out windows that were so weak, that a gentle touch would cause them to shatter.

Bad parked the car alongside the warehouse. This wasn't the first time both of them have been to Thriller's origin area, but this was decades ago. It's been years since they've seen Thriller, and there was no telling how this interaction was going to go. The two Eras looked towards the graveyard, and then back at each other.

"You armed?" Bad looked at Smooth's jacket.

Reaching into his white jacket, Smooth pulled out a bright silver pistol and checked the cartridge, it was loaded. "Always, hopefully, I won't have to use this on Thriller."

"It's not him I'm worried about, it's the original cast of the Night of the Living Dead I'm worried about."

"Keep your cell phone close, just in case we got to call This Is It." Smooth placed his pistol back inside his jacket.

"Way ahead of you." Bad shoved his cell phone inside his pocket.

"Alright let's get him."

The two Eras got out of the car, the street ahead of them seemed to have grown longer as the street lights above them started to flicker. Walking away from the car and towards the graveyard, the air started to grow colder than usual.

"Feel that chill?" Smooth looked around, with his hands in his pockets.

Pulling up his jacket, he rubbed his hands together. "Sure do."

As they walked across the vacant street towards the graveyard, the streetlights surrounding the area started to flicker out one by one. The two stopped in their tracks at the sudden darkness, only to see the light of the full moon now illuminating the area.

"Shit!" Bad uttered.

"I guess there's no turning back now." Smooth motioned toward the graveyard gate and grabs the cold rusted metal handle, he gives it a push as the gate creaked and groaned open.