About a bar and two strip clubs later, Richard Tinsel was strolling down Parker St, drunk off his ass. He usually never stayed in a bar for more than an hour but tonight was different.
He wanted to celebrate Diana's defeat, who did she think she was? Trying to tell him off? Pff, she should have known it wasn't going to stick.
When his eyes that were on the ground looked up, someone was standing in front of him. Creepy with the white mask though. Especially with the black trench coat and leather gloves.
"What are you doing, dude?" Richard asked, his eyes running over the person stupid enough to interrupt his victory.
"Leave Diana alone." Okay, so the outfit wasn't nearly as creepy as the voice. It sounded computerized, dark and deep.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked, wobbling on his feet.
The masked man tilted his head to the side, and then his dark hand shot out and latched onto Richard's wrist. He could feel the bones snap where they were held. "Leave Diana alone." He repeated, before releasing Richard's wrist and walking off into the night.
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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.
