The hostages were free and they were crowded across the street from the Hotel that held the ballroom.
Michael wanted to go inside but he couldn't, not with the police and paramedics out here. He tried desperately to ask them to let him inside but they told him it wasn't safe.
A young-looking male cop that was breathless was running toward Sergeant Collins, the leader of this situation and Michael leaned against the van to listen to what they were saying.
"There were two people running from the back door of the hotel, we lost them in the forest. But I'm pretty sure there's still a bomb in the hotel."
Michael made himself known. "That means Diana's in there all alone!" He exclaimed to the young cop. "I need to go get her, the bomb goes off in a few minutes." He said frantically.
Serg. Collins turned to Michael. "And who exactly are you?"
Michael prepared to introduce himself when the young cop's eyes widened. "Michael Jackson," the young one whispered. "It's you."
"Felix, we don't have time for this." Detective Collins said.
The young cop--Felix, didn't seem to hear him. "I just wanted to know if you are working on another album?" He asked Michael.
Michael was flushed red with anger, ready to reproach Felix when the Hotel behind him detonated, and erupted with flames.
His eyes watered violently and Michael reluctantly looked down at the wristwatch on his arm.
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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.
