«The King's Kidnaper.»

Who's BAD?

• This story starts off back in 1987.•

Chapter One.

Michael's Stalker.

Now. I know what you're all thinking. Michael has tons of fangirls and fanboys that try to follow him home every single night after one of his Concerts. But what you probably didn't expect, was that one of his "fangirls" actually followed him home that night.

It was a long two hour Tour and Michael just finished singing for the night and wanted to go home before anyone started asking him for his autograph or for any pictures. You know? Normal stuff like that.

It was only 1:00 in the morning, no big deal, right? Well. That is until. . . .

"Umm. Hello!? You're in my way."

A small voice could be heard coming from behind Michael. So he quickly turned around, only to find this 5'3 girl. Had to be 110 Lbs. Looked like the female version of Slash, but with lighter skin and longer hair. Had no piercings on her body and looked like she was in a pretty pissed off mood.

"I-... I'm sorry. I was just—"

Michael tried to speak up but was soon cut-off by the shorty.

"Um. Did I say you could speak? I only talk to Prince. Now. Out of my way, Wacko."

The five foot three girl quickly tried to get past Michael. She even bumped his shoulder on her way out the front door, trying to get out into the parking lot as quickly as possible.

Michael's mouth would drop open as he heard the words "Out of my way, Wacko" come out of the short girls mouth. He bit down hard on to his bottom lip, trying to control himself from going completely off on her.

"Ff-- Y- you little..."

Michael would just close his eyes and take in a deep breath and slowly exhale it.

"You aren't even worth it. Miss. Oooh. I only talk to Prince!!"

His face was getting all hot now. Hotter than it already was. So. Michael decided to go get a bottle of water from one of the bending machines that was only half way down the hallway from where he was standing.

On his way down the hallway, he heard a door open and close behind him. He shrugged it off and continued his little until he reached the bending machine. He looked it up and down, like he was looking at some hot chick or something that he really wanted. It was broken, of course. He just rolled his eyes and turned around. He saw a water fountain. 

"Thank God."

He said as he approached the water fountain and slowly bent over and leaned his head to one side and pushed some strands of hair behind his ear. He then pressed the little button on the water fountain and began to feel as the water softly ran over his lips and into his mouth. He closed his eyes and was enjoying the sweet taste of this cold water. That is until he heard footsteps.
His eyes slowly opened and he quickly pulled away from the water fountain and turned around. He blinked a couple times, but no one seemed to be there.

Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him. Or the fact that it was one in the morning. Maybe he was tired. He shook his head and began to walk back down the hallway, looking around to see if he could possibly figure out where the footsteps were coming from.

He got halfway down the hallway. And then, just then... The lights went out.

"Hey! I'm still in here!"

Michael said. But no reply.

"I demand you to turn those lights back on this instant! This isn't funny!"

He started to feel among the walls, trying to find some sort of light switch. But was instead founded face first into the side of the wall. That knocked him out unconsciously.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Y'know, Mikey. You should really watch where you're going, otherwise. Well. Yeah. That happens."

A voice spoke out from the darkness. A male voice to be in fact.

"Your such a clumsy Fella, Mike. Mm, mm..."

The unknown male would pick up the King of Pop and toss him over one of his shoulders and carry him down the hallway and out the building into the parking lot where only two cars were left. One being Michael's car. And the other, well. No one knew.

"Yo', Samy! Pop the trunk!"

The unknown male shouted as a female quickly flung open the passenger side door, almost breaking it as she kicked it open. She got out of the car and sound of her heels could be heard clicking again the cemented parking lot as she did what she was told. She popped the trunk open and waited for the unknown male to arrive.

"Good girl. Always obeying your Master."

The unknown male chuckled and placed the King of Pop inside the trunk and quickly shut it.

"Now. Be a good little girl and take these here keys that I uh... "found" inside and see if they fit the keyhole on that car. She nodded and took the keys from the unknown male and put them into the drivers side door and turned it until it unlocked.

"Jackpot."

She said as she quickly opened the door and got into the drivers seat, making herself all nice and comfortable in the King's car. She then closed shut the door and put the key into the keyhole and started the car. On the other hand. The unknown male got into his car and started it up and backed on out the driveway and zoomed off down the road. The woman followed behind him.

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