Michael Jackson avoided the street lights, walking directly along buildings on the sidewalk in the shadows so no one could make out his face. He rather enjoyed seeing the normal looks on peoples faces.
He'd dumped his clothes in a dumpster not far from where he was now, and continued walking. He wanted to see her. Needed to see that she was okay. Whatever happened, he needed to know.
He rose his eyes, bringing them across the street, looking forward to seeing a normal person, only his eyes landed on something completely different. "No," he whispered, the word falling from his lips. "Not you."
Michael broke out into a run, but he knew he wouldn't be fast enough, the person he'd saw locked their arms around his and knocked him back against a closed library.
He'd seen the neutral white mask enough times to know it freaked him out. Michael struggled against the grip on his arms. "What do you want now?" He asked roughly.
"For you to understand my threat." The deep, impassive voice said, and then released Michael's trapped arms. The voice was dripping with an accent, he just couldn't tell what kind.
"Look, I-" It was too late, too slow--the masked man drew his arm back and rocked Michael back against the wall with his fist. The man did it a few more times and now he could taste blood in his mouth.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
