Chapter 22

Prince, Paris, and Lisa went through the house. It was very quiet. When they went upstairs to Michael's room they saw Tommy on the ground, looking uncontious.

"Tommy!" Lisa ran up to him. He was extremely pale.

Prince and Paris just stood at the doorway.

"Aren't you gonna help him?" Lisa shouted at the two teens.

Prince and Paris looked at each other and said nothing.

Lisa sighed. She slapped Tommy's cheek gently in order to revive him. Tommy opened his eyes and started coughing up blood.

"TOmmy, oh my god, what happened to you?" Lisa said.

When he stopped coughing he grabbed Lisa's hand. His eyes began to fill up with tears.

"It's okay." Lisa reassured. She never saw Tommy cry in her life. No one else probably have either.

"Lisa," Tommy whispered. "I'm so sorry for what i did...." he swallowed. "...to Michael..."

"Michael did this to you? A ghost??" Her eyes filled with anger.

"No..." TOmmy said, holding her hand tighter. "No...don't get mad..."

"Tommy he nearly killed you..."

"But I'm not dead....he could have killed me lisa...I didn't believe he could but he can....I don't understand why he didn't...."

He started breaking into tears.

Lisa sighed. "Can you stand?" Lisa helped Tommy up. On support of Lisa's shoulder they walked to the doorway. Prince and Paris were gone.

"This is unreal." Prince said to Paris said walking through the hallway. "I didn't know ghosts were capable of doing that...Michael could have killed him. Why didn't he?"

"Don't speak too soon." Paris said softly. She was still shaken up about what she saw in the theater. "We haven't found Evan yet."

The walked into the kitchen and stopped. Evan was on his knees, crying.

"geez..." Prince said in disbelief.

"Oh god..."Evan sobbed. "Michael I'm so sorry....don't let my son die please." Seemed to be "rubbing" air, as if some invisible body was there.

"Mr. Chandler...?" Prince said.

Evan looked up. His face was red and tears streamed down his face. He looked down and realized that nothing was there.

He opened his mouth to speak but words didn't come. He tried again. "Prince....Paris...." He swallowed hard and paused. "I am so....so...." A new set of tears started to come down his face. "...sorry for what i did...." His voice shook uncontrolabley. He barried his face in his hands.

Prince swallowed the lump in his throat. He said nothing.

Lisa and tommy approached behind the two teens. Evan stood.

"Tommy, what happened to you?" Evan said, his red and watery eyes becoming wide.

Tommy shook his head while leaning on the support of Lisa.

Evan understood.

"Let's go." Lisa said.

The group started towards the door but the door was locked again.

"Going somewhere?"

All five turned around slowly. Shock splashed on top of them when they saw Michael, in human form, standing in front of them. He was absolutely beautiful. Dressed in a white silk shirt and white pants, his hair was long and down. His pale skin seem to glow, and his hair seem so perfectly soft. His large eyes sent chills down everyone's spines. Everyone was speechless.

Michael gave a smile. When he walked forward, Evan and Tommy stepped backwards.

Michael shook his head, still smiling, and extended his hand. "Don't be afraid." He said.

Another set of tears came to Evan's eyes, but he gained the strength to be the first to approach the ghost. In tiny steps he came up to Michael, took his hand and shook it. On contact a bright white light seemed to flash in Evan's eyes and he backed away.

Michael glared at Tommy and Lisa. Both nervously came and shook his hand.

"Michael...." Tommy whispered. "Why....why didn't you kill me?"

"Hmmm..." Michael said, eyes glaring. "Do you want to be killed?"

Tommy said nothing.

"I don't need to kill any of you. The guilt will kill all three of you. This wasn't for revenge. This was to teach you a lesson. As cold as you all may be, I knew, through living and through death, there is emotion in everyone. I tapped into Tommy's fear of death, Evan's fear of losing his son, and...." He looked at Lisa. "Lisa's fear of me."

Lisa blinked. Michael approached her and stood face to face with her.

"We all have weaknesses." Michael said.

Lisa shook her head and stopped her tears from falling. "I missed you Michael..." she whispered.

"I know." Michael said. "I know."

Michael turned to the door, put his hand out towards it and the door opened.

"Evan, Neverland is yours. If you want it. As long as you have this place I will never bother you again, because now..." Michael smiled. "...I can finally rest."

Evan, Tommy, and Lisa looked at the door, and then at Michael.

"Thank you." Evan said. "Thank you Michael. But i can't apologize for what i did, i can't--"

"Shh, Evan. You can apologize forever. What is done has been done. What you can do, is show me how sorry you are. How you do that is up to you."

Evan nodded. Tommy, Lisa, and Evan headed out the door without looking back.

Prince and Paris had stood motionless looking at Michael in disbelief. Michael turned towards them.

Paris ran instantaneously to Michael and hugged him. She began crying. As they embranced both paris and Michael began to glow and the light eluminated the room.

"I'm sorry for bringing you two through all this. Very sorry. But I had to show them. And i had to show you the truth. If i didn't I couldn't be put to rest." Michael said.

Prince approached them. He hesitantly touched Michael's shoulder. "You're real..."

Michael nodded. "but there is somethings I need to tell you before I go. Prince, Paris, I wanted to teach you two one last lesson. Forgiveness."

Prince nodded. "You could have killed them."

"Yes but i didn't. They will find their own way. It isn't my place to kill them and it isn't your place to condemn them. "

Prince and Paris nodded.

"Also before I go, I want you two to know that I will always love you and I'm always watching over you. I am so proud of you. And who knows, maybe we'll meet again some day." Michael smiled and winked. "But I must go now."

"We'll miss you," Paris sobbed.

"And we love you more." Prince said softly.

Michael smiled as a large white light filled the room. When the light disappeared, the ghost of Michael Jackson was gone.