𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚 | MJ Fanfiction

Chapter II

    It is a pretty cold night and I think at some point I will freeze. Good thing it isn't snowing at the same time. I walk past some small shops and then I go straightaway.

    All of a sudden, something has been caught in my eye. Everywhere was dark, but I could observe like three silhouettes talking about something... something like a plan.

"And when our Boss comes here, we will tell him about the plan, too", said one of the those men.

    I started to get concerned. What plan? Were they planning a murder? What if they catch me and then will kill me too? Oh Lord, I am scared. They must be dangerous gangsters.. But instead, I decide to get closer to hear their plan better. I wanted to be a witness in this case. I hid behind a trash bin. Hopefully they won't see me here.

    I've been waiting for some minutes to hear them speaking, but it seems like they are waiting for their leader.

From Michael's Perspective

    After I finished my show, I waved at the audience and went outside. A part of my gang was waiting for me, for discussing about a preventive plan. It's like 1 A.M. and the Casanova Clan is planning a robbery at 2 A.M. at the biggest bank in town. A few seconds later, I arrived at the established place to discuss as I said. I hope there isn't anyone around hearing us.

From Evelyn's Perspective

    About a minute later, I saw an another man approaching to the others. I couldn't see his face pretty well, but I could observe his classy suit and his elegant hat. I believe he looks handsome... if I could see his face. Now I'm asking myself who is this man and if he is their leader.

    I decide to get more closer to their area. But, out of nowhere, I accidentally hit the trash bin and something has been dropped down. After that, a silence littered with pressure and fear made its appearance.

"Boss, I think we're followed by a creep", said one of them.
"Yeah, let's go get him!", said an another one.

    Oh, no. I'm going to be caught! Now I am standing still and waiting for them to walk past me. I can't believe what I have done...

    Afterwards, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. It was big.. My heartbeat started to grow faster and faster. They picked me up.

"Don't move, little punk. We are bringing you to our Boss", said one of them roughly.

    Later, I was in front of their leader. His people were holding me up. I realized I had some tears in my eyes. I was so frightened..

"Tell us who you are and what clan you are from, little creep!"
"Yeah. Were you spying on us, punk?"
"Hey boss, what do you want to do with him?"

    The man started to get closer to me...

From Michael's Perspective

    My crew, Kurt, Jim and Trevor brought me someone who was spying on us. I approached to him to tell myself if he was a good guy or a bad one. My eyes were crossing every feature of his face. I could observe he was having tears in his eyes. I asked myself if he really was a guy. Then my eyes rolled down his body... it was a girl.

From Evelyn's Perspective

    As he came closer to me, I observed how his eyes were studying me.. I felt a little nervous. But, luckily, I could finally see his face in the faded light of a exterior lamp. He had big eyes, black curly hair and a misterious gaze. Oh God, could he be?..

From Michael's Perspective

    I started to smile as a dumb kid as I was looking at her. She has a beautiful body. Her hair was curly and her eyes were black. I wish I could see her in a better light.

"Kurt, let her down", I ordered. "She's just an innocent girl"

    He let her down gently. I could see that she was crying. She was crying of fright and despair.

"Oh, no, no, don't cry, please" I asked her.
"Sorry.. I was so scared of going to be killed by these guys.." she answered me among her tears.

    I began to hug her tightly.

"Don't worry, they won't kill you. They are my crew. They won't ever kill innocent people like you.. please, look at me."

    Something was pushing me to kiss her on her forehead, but I managed to abstain.

From Evelyn's Perspective

    I was crying in his arms. I was so horrified that I couldn't hold it anymore. He seems to be a good guy. He told me to look at him so I did what he said. But.. how could I not recognize that voice? Oh Gosh.. maybe it is him.. Michael Jackson?..

P.S. Sorry about the paragraphs. Wattpad doesn't usually highlight them on my editing sheet. Well, I'm wishing you all a good night/day! Lots of love, the author.