tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

April 1ˢᵗ ─ 9:10 ᵖᵐ

"Where is she?"

Michael glanced down at Diana, she was still clinging to his arm and her face was a white mask of fear, but he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

He was still angry and confused, why would James do this? He promised he'd leave Diana and himself alone if he killed Richard.

He was a liar, and a good one. He sure convinced Michael.

"I'd better see her pretty face in five seconds or we're going to have a problem." The voice was recognizable but Michael couldn't tell who the male voice was.

"5."

He could feel Diana's rapid heartbeat against his own chest, he couldn't discern the two patterns.

"4."

What did he do? He wasn't going to let her go out there by herself.

"3."

Diana sucked in a scary breath, her hands gripping on his suit jacket so hard that her hands were white.

"2."

Michael grabbed Diana's chin and kissed her hard on the mouth, he felt her grip on his jacket loosen as she responded with her hands in his hair.

"1."

He shoved Diana away, knowing she wouldn't agree and rose from under the table. "She's not here." Michael blurted, getting a clear look at everyone, and he was confused. The Golden Egg of Croates was no longer in the display case it was in before. And the coins weren't there.

Everyone had their hands on their heads, kneeling on the ground, noisy fears echoing in the air.

The ski-mask wearing man turned his gun on his. "Trying to make a fool out of me?" The man grabbed him by his collar, dragging him toward the center of the room. "Michael...Jackson." The man said slowly.

"Where is Diana?" He asked Michael, a look in his eyes that Michael reminded him of someone he once knew.

Michael shrugged, faking clueless. "I don't know. She's not here."

The gun whipped forward and struck Michael in the face, he spat blood, he was used to pain since his father came back home.

"Since you're lying for her, I'm assuming you care about her, and she cares about you, so..." The man chuckles. "Diana's got five more seconds to get her skinny ass out here or I blow you away."

Michael sucked in his breath, hating the metallic taste of blood.