Chapter 7

The fans had mistaken a michael Jackson imitator for the real Michael Jackson. The ambulance came and took the body away. As this was going on, Michael was doing some thinking.
First, there was the car accident.
Then, there was Prince and the knife.
Then, this fan was suffocated.
All of these things were meant to kill him. Michael knew if he made one mistake, it would mean his life.
He looked at his surroundings.
A plane.
Michael shook his head. "Oh no, you're not taking me that easily."

Once everyone went back in the plane, now more alert than ever, Michael stood up and said, "No, cancel the flight. I changed my mind."

That night, Michael stayed at home and watched Charlie Chaplin movies. He was very cautious of what he did and every decision he made. Michael started to relax a little when his real favorite parts of the movie came along. Then the doorbell rang. It was Lisa.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asked.

"The plane that you were about to take to Russia--"

"Wait. Let me guess. It crashed." Michael said.

Lisa nodded.

"And everyone died." Michael continued.

Lisa nodded.

"And if I had been in it, I wouldn't have made it."

Lisa nodded. She swallowed hard. She looked as if she was worried about something.

"Look, I'm sorry." Lisa said.

"Yeah, me too." Michael confessed.

"I think I had left something the last time I was here." Lisa told him.

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Across the street, The Master was watching Lisa from his car.

"Good girl. Good girl," he whispered, smiling.

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Lisa went into the other room as Michael continued to watch Charlie Chaplin. She found the control panel for the house and shut down all the alarms. Lisa sighed. She hoped Michael could get through what The Master had in store for him. If he didn't, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

"Okay Michael," Lisa said, coming back into the room Michael was in.

"You got what you needed?" Michael asked. Lisa nodded.

Michael stood, took her hand and kissed it.

"Goodnight," He whispered.

Lisa took her hand away from his. She could tell Michael felt hurt, but in the position she was in right now, she couldn't show any feelings for him.

"Goodnight." Lisa said, and walked out the door.

Lisa went over to the car across the street and sat in the passenger's seat. The Master gave Lisa shivers down her spine everytime she saw him. He was always dressed in black and his eerie black eyes radiated an aura of pure evil. He was the All Powerful One in Lisa's eyes and to anyone else of her kind. He was very pale and had short brown hair. He looked very young, as young as 18 years old.

"Good girl, Lisa." he said in his deep voice. "Now it's my turn."

Staring into space, The Master's pupils disappeared. His eyes were all white now. Lisa watched Michael's house. She could see fire coming out of one of the windows.

"Burn, Michael, burn." The Master snickered.