~~Chapter 10~~
~~Bleeding Souls Index~~
"Sorry to interrupt your program," the newscaster said. "We are live at the scene as the chase for Michael Jackson has unfold."
Lisa Marie sat up in her chair.
"It has been reported that three policemen went to Jackson's home to arrest him on charges of murder. Somehow he single handedly killed all three and fled in his car. Police are chasing him now as I speak."
An aerial camera shot of the chase was shown on her screen. There were at least 8 police cars chasing after Michael's speeding convertible.
"Michael what the fuck are you doing???" Lisa whispered.
When Debbie Rowe came home, she turned on the TV, just as Michael had told her. She saw Michael being chased by several police cars on a busy California street. Debbie sat and watched.
"Michael is heading for a bridge." The newscaster said. "But it seems like the police aren't letting him out of their sight."
Debbie didn't know what to think. She had no idea what Michael planned to do.
"He's reaching the top of the bridge, the police steady on his trail and--" Suddenly Michael drove the car off the bridge. The police stopped driving abruptly, as there was a big explosion from below the bridge. The newscaster said nothing. There was a complete silence.
Lisa was in shock. She was stunned silent as the rest of the world watching was. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and watched the television again, hoping to see something different. But it was the same. All you could see was the light from the flames below the bridge.
"It seems as though," The newscaster said in a softer tone. "It seems as though Jackson has committed suicide. I think we have just witnessed the end of a madman and one of the greatest entertainers of our time."
Lisa turned the TV off. She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.
No, was the word she kept repeating in her head. No, no, no.