Michael's POV
My life, would never be the same….

I couldn’t hold back my excitement, my heart pounded in my chest like if I was about to go on the fastest roller coaster in the park. It was hard to stop myself from grinning like an idiot the whole ride to the Staples Center. Today, im finally bringing my kids to rehearsal with me.

Taking a quick glance at the back seat were my 3 beloved children, my life. Prince, Paris and little Blanket
Prince was wedged uncomfortably between his younger sister and brother, scrolling through his Ipod I got him for his birthday. Somehow I regretted giving him the device, he has been too attached to it ever since I have got it for him. Everywhere we go I see him with it, plugged into his ears drowning out the world. Yet, I did allow him to bring it during our long trip to the Staples Center, where I am rehearsing This Is It. My final comeback tour.

Paris glanced out the window, watching the scenery pass by as the van proceed through traffic. Little Blanket sat beside Prince, playing silently with his Marvel action figures. He was playfully attacking the plastic Superman figurine with Prince’s old Wolverine.

Looking out of the window in boredom, a few fans who literally know where and when I would step outside bolted along the sidewalks to catch up with the car. They screamed my name and waved frantically at me. I hoped this wouldn’t attract any more attention, since my rehearsals were to be done in private.

Too late Michael. To my dismay, along with my adoring fans were 2 unwanted paparazzi following the girls lead. I couldn’t blame my fans though. My smile immediately turned into a frown, the excitement I had earlier was already being sapped by the flashing cameras glaring into my private life.

Ugh, why now?! I thought sliding down my seat. These guys better not do anything stupid. Plus this was my day! Other than the other days where I felt strangely sick, one day id feel as hot as the sun and on other days it felt like I was submerged in the waters of Antarctica. Might be a slight fever I think, but for now im trying not to put in all my energy into my rehearsals.

Today was not the day for pictures either, plus my children don’t have any veils or masks on! Now what will I do?!

"kids, duck now!" I ordered. In an instant, Paris and Blanket ducked their heads down to the seats, a little something I taught them whenever I knew paparazzi would come along. Everyone but Prince, with his ear buds plugged into his ears, looked at his siblings like if they were crazy.

Before I could repeat my order, Paris grabbed Prince by the hair and pulled him down just before a picture was about to be taken of him. Unmasked.

Quickly I looked away from the window, facing the driver. Take a picture of my back then stupid paparazzi! Next time it will be more than that! The endless sound of snapping stopped, the only sound I could hear was a few of my fans desperately trying to keep up with the van.

I let out a sigh of relief. "ok you can get up now". Prince shot an evil look to his sister as she puffed up her cheeks in annoyance. Blanket turned his back at them, playing in silence.

"Paris! What was that for?" he snapped angrily, rubbing his head.

Paris frowned "didn’t you hear daddy? he told ALL of us to duck!"

I rolled by eyes as they began to argue. I felt Blanket slightly kick my seat, I let out a frustrated sigh as I kept myself together.

"ok you two, enough!" I snapped, trying to sound calm. I stretched my arm out to Prince, palm open. "Prince, the Ipod please"

Prince refuse for a moment before letting out a groan. He yanked the plastic ear buds out and slapped the electronic into my hand. He twisted his face and crossed his arms like any angry child would. Blanket stuck out his tongue at him.

"Blanket, what have I told you about sticking out your tongue?" I said catching him red handed. He looked down wearily to his figurines.

"because its rude” he squeaked. I turned to Paris next “Paris, don’t pull your brothers hair ever again” I snapped. Paris pulled at her summer dress “sorry daddy”. Now my attention as all out on Prince, time for a little lecture.

"Prince, how many times do I have to tell you to not to listen to your Ipod? If there was an emergency and I told you to get out of the area, would you stick your Ipod into your ears and ignore me? Or would you save your life and get out of the area?"

The answer was obvious. “Id get out of the area” he muttered. “Good, now watch that tone of yours young man” I said, stuffing the device into my pocket. “you will get this back soon, I promise”
Prince’s features softened as he took a glance at me, a smile appeared to his lips.

Everyone satisfied and disciplined, our journey continued to the Center.

My fingers grazed over the smooth ridged design on the back cover of the IPod. A dreaded feeling came to me as I continued to trace my fingers over the curved design. It was a crazy feeling, but it felt like my son would never get his Ipod back ever again…

These men… are going to kill me

There I was lying sprawled out in my bed. Half of my plush covers were tangled uncomfortably around my body, every simple movement seems to make them tighten around my broad yet terribly skinny body.

Another sleepless night I thought to myself. Ever since the last couple of weeks ever since I have announced my comeback tour, This Is It, my health was alarmingly getting worse every day. I don’t know why, probably stress could be a common factor. But after all I have been through while touring, today seemed to be at its worse.

Doctors have been coming in and out of my chambers once in a while; one of them was Dr Conrad Murray, who the company has hired to take proper care of me. To my POV, I thought he was slacking off. Most of the time id see him on his phone, I was beginning to detest the tiny device.

Moving my left arm to swipe the unwanted strands of curly hair out of my face, a sharp pain suddenly jolted up my arm, making me gasp. Oh that’s right, Murray inserted a IV into my arm before I went to sleep, or what I thought could have been sleep. As much as I refused to have it tucked in my arm for the last time, I had to give in.
I wanted to do my last tour, yes I really want to! But these last few weeks have been pure torture to my weary mind. There has been officials barking this and that about the concert, budgets and finances to pay off. For now I just wanted to get away from all of it, I wanted to go away forever, but there is no time left for a vacation.

Clenching my teeth together as I carefully pulled the IV out of my arm, crimson blood spewed of out the wound as I cried out, finally taking it out. Suddenly there was a knock at my door.

“Mr Jackson? You have to get to rehearsals in about half an hour!” One of my bodyguards called out from behind the door.

Half an hour?! I took a glance at my alarm clock that never went off half an hour ago. Well bloody hell im late for my rehearsals, oh how dreary. Slowly getting up, I untangled myself from the cocoon of sheets with my good hand as the other one continued to bleed, drops of blood was beginning to fall onto the sheets. Better hide them.

Shuffling my way into the bathroom with just one sock half way on and the other foot bare, I took a glance into the mirror and nearly grimaced at my reflection. My hair was in a curly mess, some of my makeup to hide that blasted vitiligo was smeared here and there and my eyes were bloodshot. Talk about a horror movie in one take.

After forcing myself to wash up and pull on random pairs of clothes that nearly matched, I carefully cleaned and bandaged up my bleeding arm. It was so hard to even leave the freaking bathroom, my whole head felt light like whipped cream. Ugh now im hungry.

Coming to my senses, I took in gaspfuls of cool air and closed my eyes. You can do this Mike, its only for today, you can handle this stress like any entertainer could.

My eyes locked onto a bottle of pills Murray prescribed for me for my ‘strange’ sickness. Oh how I hated pills! Anything to do with medicine! Screw it all!! I wanted to throw the bloody thing out of the window for Christ’s sake. I sighed, slamming my sweating palms against the side dresser as I hung my head infront of the mirror. I don’t want to go today, I just want some rest, REAL rest.

“daddy?” a knock to the door. It was Blanket.

Sh*t, I promised my children today that I was going to bring them to rehearsals with me. I cant let them see their father like, like this!. Taking another glance at the bottle of pills, I swiped it off of the table and popped two into my mouth, dry. Almost gagging at the bitterness as I took in a mouthful of water.

Wiping my mouth with my sleeve, I placed on the happiest expression on and opened the door. Looking down I saw Blanket staring right up at me, his innocent little eyes sparkling.

“hey kiddo, are you ready?” I asked, plucking him right off of the floor and spinning around making him giggle. “of course!” he cried out as we went downstairs where Prince and Paris were waiting for me. I didn’t really bother picking at my breakfast until Paris began to tempt me to. Then there was the bloody long ride to the center. Ugh.

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My heart nearly leapt out of my chest as the van pulled up to the center. How in the world did I become groggy morning Michael to excited as going up to a half a million fans on stage Michael?

As we exited the car, I handed out VIP passes to my children unless they wander off. But wait! They are Michael freaking Jackson’s kids! Well damn, I have never exposed them to the world before, so people might just wonder why little children are wandering about in the center. Plus ill be rehearsing, so there would be no point of wandering off.

"kids, now as you enter, do NOT wander off, stay with me at all times, i have assigned some people to take care of you while im onstage." I said with ease as we strolled into the Center. We were greeted by Karen aka Turkle, my makeup artist and Kenny, the director. I gave them all warm hugs.

"Michael! I never knew you weren’t joking about bringing your children to rehearsals with you today" Kenny said looking down at my children. Blanket hid behind his brother making Kenny chuckle.
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I shrugged “a promise is a promise” I then turned to my children "kids would you like to introduce yourselves?" I asked with confidence.

Prince and Paris both introduced themselves, while Blanket said his name so quietly, Prince nudged him to speak up.

Kenny knelt down to Blanket. "ah i see you got the Marvel figurines, you know when i was young just like you, i used to love reading those comics" he said with a smile

Blanket smiled "daddy let me read his comics". Biting my lip, I turned red in embarrassment. Kenny glanced up at me "Michael, i didint know you had a collection of your own" he joked

I shrugged "well Kenny, you know that I cannot bear apart with my collection, unlike yours who you only got issue 25 of Wolverine while I have the whole series!" I beamed.

"is that so?” Kenny retorted with a sneer “well its not my fault that you 'dropped' Superman Returns into the pond and saying that the pond wanted to read it"

My face went from red to beet red in embarrassment. My children began to howl in laughter while Blanket needed support from Prince from dying from laughter. Okay, maybe its true that in Neverland i liked to read comics while I was on walks, and maybe I did accidently drop my Superman Returns into the pond and Kenny wanted to read the comic after me, so I made up that crazy story.

As I headed up on stage with Michael Bush, my costume designer and wardrobe, Prince and Blenket was with Kenny, he was showing Prince how to angle the camera while Blanket stood there silently watching. Paris was with Karen.
Bush slid on my jacket as he carefully adjusted my mic on. He looked worried. I gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder to show that I was just fine. He gave a quick nod as he rushed off stage.

Later, I was greeted by the young dancers whom I have chosen to perform with me during This Is It. They all gave me hugs and greetings. One of them went down to Blanket and played with him. Blanket holding Superman while the dancer held Wolverine, they both attacked each other.
When Blanket lost, he shot an invisible SpiderMan web at the dancer, he pretended to fall to the ground strugglined against the web as a few dancers giggled to themselves.

"okay people! everyone in position!" Kenny boomed on the microphone. All the dancers scrambled to get microphones and to their position. Taking a deep breath, I turned to Karen who seemed to have the same worried expression like Bush in her eyes. I nodded to her

"Turkle, keep an eye out on them" I assured. She smiled and rushed to my children’s side.

Here goes nothing.

"lets begin" I said, raising my hand to cue the music.

warning!!! Michael is in rage mode so this is going to be one crazy chapter
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I have never felt pure rage like this.
Even before these freaks injected god knows what into my bloodstream, it feels that it had triggered my inner emotions as well.

Where can I begin at least? Let’s say it all began with the allegations.

Before and after during the trial it seemed to build up inside me, lies and tabloids made it worse.

No matter how hard I tried to keep it back, it always seemed to come out in the most unexpected times when I least expect it. What is it that im blabbering about? My anger of course.

After all of that, I began to have the urge not to trust people anymore. I’d get nightmares of the accusations, the strip search, oh god the strip search might just be the most humiliating thing ever done in my life. Sometimes id cry my eyes out, sometimes id just loose it.

Same crap in 2005, when I was faced with the horrible chances of losing my children because, because of this lie?! I have done so much to help the world and this is what I receive in return?

All of this, all this junk, trash, lies, name calling, pedo this, molester that. That made my rage stronger. Every day I could feel it in me. A strong burning sensation in my chest just waiting to come out one day

And now.... I think it just did
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Michael's POV:
I pounced off the metal table like how an animal would, leaving a dent behind. Tackling the man scientist who injected that terrible substance into me, blindly I grabbed his neck and squeezed, hard.

Within myself, I wanted to stop, stop NOW. But all over I felt numb, cold, like a corpse. It felt like if something possessed me to do this.

Something unstoppable

Something unbreakable.

Whatever the heck is going on with my body is definitely not me, of course it is never me. I am not violent at all, never harmed anyone before and I never will or do so.

Okay maybe sometimes id love to grab someone by the neck and choke them to death, or maybe beat the crap outta them. Why? Because im Michael Freaking Jackson!

Whatever my other side is doing, was squeezing the life out of the scientist while the armor man watched on, doing absolutely nothing for his colleague.

"s-stop it, let me go!!" he wheezed, beginning to flail at my grasp. I grinned evilly, or what I think im doing evilly.

"WHY SHOULD I?" I hissed, feeling my temper raise. Wow what complete a drop in my voice. The scientist’s face began to turn purple. “y-your, the m-medicine…… is n-not supposed to-“

Before he could even answer, I immediately lost my patience, which is not so common.

"SO YOU CAN DRUG. MY. CHILDREN. AGAIN?????"
With every pause I did in my sentence, I slammed the poor man on the concrete floor. Still grasping him by the throat. His eyes bulged out of his sockets as my rage began to satisfy at the sight of the gaping gash on his head.

Fresh blood stained the floor as I felt it trail down my fingers. I hated the sight of blood, im a faint hearted man, but my emotions were in control now, the sight of blood made me…. smile.

"no......Paris…. your-" the scientist choked as blood poured out of his mouth. His eyes turned glossy and rolled to the back of his head.

I raised the scientist by the throat off the ground, and whipped him across the room. He crashed into a heap of computers, his limbs flailing like a dummy’s.

The desk’s collapsed, and computers went into an electrical rage as the monitors covered the scientist in debris.

The sparking at the outlets began to surge up, slowly covering the destroyed monitors and the man altogether.

I am a monster.

My gaze turned to the armor man who witnessed his colleague’s death, was now beginning to give me the same horrified look the scientist did a moment ago. I hated it, I hated all of it!

I lunged for him before he could reach the door, somehow I was able to pin this bulky man against the wall before he could even touch the door knob.

He struggled against my grip which was unusually tight against his shoulders. The blood from the scientist stained his shining armor.

“L-Let go of me!!” the man cried out. I pressed harder, my fingers were beginning to dig into the armor, bending it. Yes, more, more! I wanted more! I wanted to tear this man into shreds! And feed him with the computers where-

No. Stop Michael Stop!

I squeezed my eyes shut. Whatever those men injected into me was beginning to take over my mind and body at a rapid rate. Its making me think sadistically, it wants me to kill more and more! I cannot contain it, it’s so difficult.

Groaning, I released my grip as a painful headache suddenly struck. I clutched my head in agony as I took shaky steps away from the armor man.

It felt like if I was going to black out, the room spun around me like a carousel on full speed. I sucked in a deep breath as I tried hard to calm myself down. My eyes snapped open when something grazed my shoulder.

In front of my face was a gun held in shaky hands of the armor man who had just barely missed my arm. The bullet skimmed my jacket, but it was enough to tear it and to let blood to begin to bubble to the surface.

Then I snapped, just when I was so close to calming myself down.

Blinded once more by rage, I shot the man a wicked stare joined by a smile wide enough to suit the Joker. Then I was on him, pinning him down hard against the cold floor. His weapon skidded across the floor.

My fingers clenched onto the shining armor, squeezing so hard that the sturdy metal began to bend under my strength. To my POV, it would take more than a machine to cut through such metal as I began to tear it right off of the terrified man’s body, like ripping the metal off of a soda can.

“Wonderful!” I squealed “now let’s see who’s unprotected!!!!”

The armor man’s fist shot up out of my grip and right across my face. A force enough to break my jaw, I was thrown off of him skidded across the floor in pain. But all I could feel was numbness in my jaw.

My vision was blurring, but I was able to pick up the guard scrambling on all fours for his weapon, to finish me off.

No, not today.

Ignoring the injuries I have succumbed, I picked myself right off of the floor, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness. Spots flew before my eyes as I grasped onto the corner of a metal table.

The coolness of the metal slowly brought me to my senses as I took shaky steps towards the guard who now had the gun in his hand. I grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him across the room, right into the macabre of machines where the scientist is now buried under.

Sparks flew like wildfire, I could sense a fire starting as I slowly guided myself to the door. Looking back at the table where I was strapped on, the medicine injected into my veins and now has created me into a monster. This is not the Michael Jackson the world knew.

My hand grasped the doorknob as I could feel the rage inside of me boil up, shooting jolts of pain up and down my frail body that made me howl in agony. I tucked my chin down to my chest, taking in deep shuddering breaths as I pulled myself together. Before I could turn the knob, something caught my eye. A USB stick.

I reached out towards the stick, my shaking hand grabbed the device but has knocked down something else.

It appeared to be some sort of glossy card, looking somewhat like a business card that might give me a clue on what or who is causing this mess on me. Beside the card were 2 pass cards for a door and a small yet suspicious envelope. I grabbed them both and stored them away in my pocket.

My trembling hand turned at the doorknob just to realize that it was locked.

Groaning in frustration I began to pound my fists against the door, then I began to throw my body weight against it. Suddenly the door opened at my last shove, but it was the whole door itself! I collapsed against a wall with the unhinged door at my side.

Opening my eyes, beyond me was a looming hallway that seemed to call out for me.

Time to escape this hellhole.