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TradeMark 2
"Get off me." I growled, not caring it was Michael Jackson "Now." He chuckled and said "I'm not moving till you trust me." "You should just hope th-" I started, but got cut off by a gun shot. Then, a blood curdling scream. It was my dad. Then another gun shot. "NO!" I began to really fight Michael, tears streaming down my face. I flipped us over, so I was positioned on top. I manger to get one hand free, and I punched shoulder. He gasped, and then somehow did a flip where I was laying face down into my pillows, with my hands behind my back. "Settle down, I'm sure you father's fine... Woah, your crying?" He said, obviously startled. I let out a sob into my pillow, and he loosed his grip. Eventually, he let go of my hands. I put my arms under my head, crying into them. He bent over, his hand rubbing my back, comforting me. I smirked, and grabbed my knife. "It's fine... He will be fine. No need to cry." He said, completely unaware that I was gonna attack. Suddenly, I rolled over and placed the knife on his neck. "Let me outta this room. You follow me, I will kill you. I don't care if your Michael fucking Jackson." I threatened. After staring him down, I got up, grabbed my gun, and ran outta my room. As I ran down the stairs, Michael slid down the railing. He stopped me, and I ran back into my room. He chased after me with amazing speed. But, that wouldn't stop me from ripping the head of my dad's killer. I got cornered, and Michael slightly smiled. "Surrender? I could do this all day." His voice freakishly deep. Not all light and girly. (Not that I don't like it like that. It is pretty damn sexy) "Bring it, Jackson. My dad is probably dead in a street. All alone, and because of you," I got choked up."He's alone.." "I said he's fine." He came closer to me and grabbed my gun and knife. I let him, my guard was completely down. He wrapped his arms around me, in a tight hug. I cried into his chest. After I calmed down, he held me at an arms distance and looked into my soul. "Believe me. I promise he's fine." He smiled and walked away. I stood there, trying hard to compose myself. I looked out the window in the bathroom, it was daybreak. I walked into my room, and sat on my bed. He was sitting on my wooden toy chest, in the corner. He was looking peacefully out a window. He sighed, and pulled the blinds shut. It was pretty dark, so I turned on my lamp. He leaned against a wall, and watched me. I got a good look at him, he was wearing a white suit, with a blue button up. He had a white tie, and white suspenders. He had spats on too. His fedora white and blue sat just above his eyes, casting a sexy shadow over his eyes. A few jet black curls fell out of his hat. His left arm had the TradeMark band, that goes over that tatoo we all have. It's personallized to everyone. Mine is a TM with devil wings, a devil tail, and devil horns. My wings are tattered, with holes all over. It has skulls on the wings too. But, it's surrounded by light. How I got it is a whole other story. "Are you checking me out? He sounded like he was bragging. "No, just like your suit. Geez." I looked at my hands. "Ok, listen. If this," I wiggled my finger between us "is how it's gonna be for, god, the next year or so, we need to spill everything." "Ask away." He said, and slumped down onto the floor. I sat up, and patted the place next to me. "Sit." He didn't budge "I'm not gonna bite. Or pull another knife outta my pillows." He seemed to debate if it was safe, then got up and sat down. He groaned as he laid agaist the pillows. "Anyway, what do you wanna know?" "Everything." I said simply. He smiled, "Well, I'm Michael Joesph Jackson. I live here. I'm 5'11, and weigh 136. I have little contact with my family, since that would put them in danger. I have two jobs. One as a superstar, who has to travel the world in dicisues. The second as a TM family member. So, I go and kill people. Currently, I have to go to California to record for my album." He looked at me and smirked "And babysit a 21 year old." "Haha, not funny." I said, glaring at him. Michael laughed. "No hats allowed. It's always been a rule to show respect to the leader." "Your not the boss. Joey is." He said "I am the boss when he is away." I tore the hat of his head and chucked it across the room. "Hat off." "Not cool." He said, not amused one bit. His curls were out, and they were everywhere. He tied it back using a rubberband that was on his wrist. I looked closer at his wrist and saw a deep cut. It traveled up his arm, and I pulled up his sleave slowly. It was a knife cut. I gasped when he pulled away from me. Michael glared at me as he pulled his jacket down. "Don't do that." He warned. He seemed to realize something, because he half jumped. "Dammit." "What?" I asked. He looked hard at me. "I'm not allowed this close to you. Your father warned me." He clenched his teeth on the last part. Mortified, I asked "What did my dad tell you?" "He said," he changes his voice to sound kinda raspy like my dads "'Keep your hands off my daughter. If I come home to a baby, I will hint you down. Got it?'" Michael moved away from me, back to the wooden toy chest in the corner. The whole time I was thinking 'What the fuck?!' "Michael how old are you?" I asked, he looked at least 24 "28, 29 soon. God, I'm getting old. Your what? 21? " "Yup." I popped my p "Why do ya ask?" "Well, I just don't get why my dad would even think we'd get that comfy with eachother." I said, I looked down. "Well... He kinda told me that you were a fan." He said, shyly "And that you love me to bits." My eyes widened. Say what now? "Hold up, I think I heard you wrong." "He said" Michael sighed "that your a fan and that you love me." "I love your music. The person is kinda annoying." I covered up. Now I realize why my dad said to take down my posters... Hehe.... "Hmmm..." He patted his stomach "Where's the kitchen?" "Follow me." I stood up, and looked over my shoulder to see Michael gawking at my body. "Checking me out?" I smirked at him. "Wha..?" Click "Oh..." He blushed "No, I like your pj's." "My dad's old shirt?" It was kinda gross. It had a huge hole on the chest, which didn't show anything but it looked like I was trying to show my boobs off. It ended around mid-thiegh. "Yeah. It's nice..." He looked at his shoes, getting shy. "Yeah, whatever." I walked off "Follow me!" I ran down the stairs and ran into the kitchen. I opened a door, which lead to broom closet, you had to move a box to get to another door. The knob would point out of the ground, and you had to climb down a ladder to get to a small room, which had a tv in it. The door on the other end was filled with food. It could barely fit one person. "Damn, dad needs to clean this out!" I said to myself as I squezzed my way into the closet. I heard Michael open the door, "No, do-" BANG! The door closed. Another bad thing about the closet is that the only way out is through the door. "Dammit Michael!" I yelled, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. "Ok, don't panic." He said, trying hard not to panic himself. "Don't panic?! Now is the perfect time to panic! You locked us in a fucking food closet, retard!" I sounded hystical, but I was trapped in a closet with someone that was getting on my nerves. "Oh really?" He sounded kinda pissed "If I didn't obey your dad, I'd beat your ass. God, your getting annoying!" He growled in my ear. "I could so beat your ass." I growled right back. "You really think you could put me on my ass? Ha! That's funny. Be happy your a fucking girl." He said through clenched teeth. "And so should you girl." I said, glaring at a can of soup. "YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME A GIRL!" He shouted. His fists balled up. "I just did, girl." I yelled. I didn't realized what happened until Michael's livid face was inches away from mine. Around me bottles of god knows what were falling off the shelves. "Let's get something straight, girl. "He punched me in the gut "You had better not call me a girl again or I will fuck you up! And not the good way either." He seethed with anger. He pulled out his gun and looked around. "How the hell do we get outta here?" "Got me. Dad never told me. But he did say something about a secret exit... Hmmm, I wonder where." I said, sounding sweet. He glared at me, the kicked over a shelf. I honestly knew where it was, but liked watching him scramble. "Erg! What the fuck?!" He pulled out his gun and shot the wall. That's when I knew I should show him where it was. I pulled down on a cup of soup behind me. The whole wall fell backward. "What the-" He said, dumbfounded "Through here smart one." We glared at eachother, then he walked in first. He stopped to admire the old brick walls. It was an old underground passageway to a bar. "Where the hell are we?" Michael asked looking around. "Club 30's" I said, trying to keep moving. This place was enemy zone galore. "Uh-oh... The Club 30's?" He sounded so dumb. "That's what I said... Now shut up so we don't get caught here." I started to grind my teeth, I've never been this pissed at someone ever. We made it inside, it was a large oval room, with a small stage, a bar, and chair and tables scattered everywhere. Michael was being a dummy and walked straight into one. "What was that?" Mr. Big's voice boomed. Ah shit
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