WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive and gruesome context. Viewer discretion is advised.

PS: Sorry for not updating yesterday. Enjoy.

Layla's POV

I woke up abruptly from my slumber. I stirred around on the uncomfortable surface. I sat up and attempted to open my eyes. With each eye movement, the objects around me dragged slowly.

I lifted my arms to rub the crust forming on my eyes but quickly winced in pain as I tried to sit up.

I looked at my wrists and needles were snugly fitting in my veins, pumping fluids into my body.

I must've been hospitalized. I could've sworn that I was dead.

Oh well.

I lifted my gown to see bandages wrapped snugly around my stomach. Blood slightly seeped through the tan bandages flashing my evident injury.

I sat back in realization that I was alive and well. I sighed happily at my previous thought. I glanced to my left to see a figure sitting snugly in a chair. It was my mom!

"Mom?" I hoarsely said.

She flipped in her seat a couple times until she slowly opened her eyes. Once she saw that I was awake, she rushed to my side quicker than the speed of light.

She caressed my face and frantically checked my body. "Baby? You alright?" She asked me.

I coughed and hacked. I grasped my stomach because of the intense pain. "Yeah, I'm alright." I said, as sweat pooled down my temples.

"How long was I alseep?" I asked her.

"They put you in a medically induced coma. You were out for 3 days. They said that you weren't going to wake up. And today was the day that I was suppose to sign the form." She told me as her voiced cracked.

"What?" I asked clearly confused. "What form?"

"To pull the plug Layla. These fancy gadgets were keeping you alive." She sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

I sighed and watched as she cried recklessly into her hands.

"You were clinically dead for 5 minutes baby. I thought you weren't going to wake up again." She confessed, still sobbing.

"Well, I'm fine mom! Look, I'm alright!" I motioned to myself.

"Honey, I'm glad you're alright. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that bastard. This is my fault. He looked awfully familiar too." She said, running her fingers though her hair, sighing in frustration.

"Mom," I started. "This was absolutely not your fault. You didn't know." I said rubbing her arm.

"I shouldn't have let him in our domain. Now I got you and Michael hospitalized." She confessed, sighing.

Michael? What?

"Michaels hospitalized? How?" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Not my bestfriend.

She grabbed my little hand and started telling me what happened. "He was poisoned. I think Michael drunk the soda that was on the dresser. Johnson brought it from his house." She sighed.

I rubbed my temples and sighed. "Where is he?" I asked.

"He's on bed rest. He should be leaving today." She told me.

"Get him." I demanded.

"I don't know if I ca-" I cut her off.

"Get. Him. Now. I need to see him." I told her, frowning.

She sighed and got up.

Once the door shut, I rubbed my face in frustration.

Absolutely no one messes with Michael. No one.

Michael's POV

I twiddled with my fingers as nervousness fled though my body. I was alone with my thoughts and feelings.

The nightmares and flashbacks flooded my mind with sorrow and pain.

"Damn it Michael, I'm dying!! I'm sorry. I'll have a seat for you in heaven. Now please, Let me go to sleep. Let me go to sleep. Let me go." She whispered before I witnessed her take her last breath. 

I closed my eyes forcefully as that memory played in my mind. I was torn from muse as a someone opened my door slightly.

When the door opened all the way, the figure was Layla's mom.

Please be good news. Please be good news.

She walked over to  my bedside and pulled up a chair.

"Hello Michael." She greeted, moving my messy hair out of my face.

I warmed up at her motherly touch. She reminds me of my mother actually.

I smiled at her presence. "Hello Ms. Nancy." In realization, I quickly frowned at her.

She looked at me confused. "What?"

"How did you know my name, at the house and everything." I quizzed.

"Well, your eyes are very one of kind, and your voice is hard to miss." She told me smiling.

That's exactly what Layla told me. Matter a fact, she looks like her too.

"Thank you Ms. Nancy." I thanked her.

"Call me Nancy Sweetie. Thanks for comforting me when you know." She stopped and collected herself.

I rubbed her hand that rested on the side of my bed. "You're very welcome Nancy. Well, how's Layla?" I eagerly asked.

She looked up with a blank face. "Go see for yourself." She told me.

I looked around my room and I had an IV drip in my arm. "I'm not sure if I can go." I confessed.

"I don't know if you noticed dear, but we don't follow the rules. If you're with us, you're going to need to break some." She laughed.

I smiled at her sense of humour and took the IV out of my arm.

"There you go!" She patted my head.

I giggled at her gesture and sat up. She proceeded to walk out. "I'll see you in there okay?" She asked.

"Alright!" I smiled.

She walked out and shut the door quietly.

I grabbed my change of clothes on the chair that Bill brought.

I put my white v neck and black sweats on.

I walked back over to my bed and shakily picked up the note. I shoved it in my pocket and started to head for the door.

"Wait." I told myself.

I forgot that I'm Michael Jackson. I don't want to be mauled in a hospital.

I ran over to the dresser that had my lunch on it. I dumped the contents out of the paper bag and put it on my head.

"I sure hope Layla is okay. This disguise stuff is not my jazz." I said quietly.

I walked out of the door and ran to Layla's room. She's only 7 doors down.

As I walked through the chilly hallways, I was stopped by a doctor.

"Sir, why is there a paper bag on your face?" She pressed, raising her brows.

"Because," I sighed thinking of an excuse.

Aha!

"Someone gave me the ugly." I told her, with my arms on my sides.

I mentally slapped myself. Spongebob? Really?

"Okay?" She dragged, walking away.

I sighed, and sped walked down the hallways with only socks.

11-A

11-B

Aha! 11-C

I knocked on the door slowly, waiting to be let in. I looked at my feet to pass by time.

I waited more, getting nervous. The door started to open slowly. Once it completely opened, I was greeted by a face I never thought I'd see again.

"Layla?" I smiled at her.

"In the flesh!" She smiled back.

I walked into the room without permission. As soon and I heard the door close, Layla tackled me and started to hug me tightly.

"I missed you Mike." She cried. "I thought I was dead." She confessed.

That confession sent chills down my spine.

"Didn't we all?" Her mom hopped in.

I giggled."Ain't that the truth."

I hugged her back tightly and smiled at the warmth radiating off her skin.

She's alive!

I pulled back and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't scare me like that. If you were dead, I would've peed my pants." I confessed, trying to lighten the mood.

Her and her mom giggled at my last comment.

She pulled back and smiled at me.

"Mike, I won't leave you! I promise." She promised me. "Even if I did die, I'd haunt you." She laughed, waving her hands like she's casting a spell.

I scoffed playfully. "I would've called ghost busters, duh Layla." I  said tapping her skull.

"Whatever Michael." She giggled, walking over to her bed.

She patted on her bed and made room for me and her mom to sit.

We both walked over and sat with her, ready to start conversation.

Layla's POV

I was so happy to see Michael's angelic face again.

Him and my mom plopped on my bed and Michael began to start conversation.

"I'm so happy to see you Lays!" He cheered.

Awe.

"Tell me what happened to you. And I'm sorry I got you into this crap." I apologized.

"It's alright!" He comforted me, rubbing my hand. "Well, I'll tell you what happened to me. You were dying in front of my eyes and I was completely shooken up so," I tuned him out as I watched his face.

His lips moved in slow motion as I watched him lick his lips every few words he spoke. His jawline was so sharp. His chiseled features look like God carved them himself. He was a goddess. His Carmel skin glistened along with his eyes, to the help of the sun seeping through my window. I sighed dreamily at his face.

His lips stopped moving as he looked at me with confusion.

I had a stupid smile stuck on my face. "Layla? Layla?" He snapped his fingers in my face.

"Huh? What?" I stammered, my cheeks turning ruby red.

He crossed his arms huffing playfully. "You weren't listening were you?"

I looked over at my mom and she had both of her eyebrows raised, smiling.

"I'll tell you why she wasn't listening Mike." She blabbed, getting up.

I gave her a death glare, and she immediately sat back down on the bed.

Michael looked at us both with his eyebrows raised. "What? Is it my breath? Oh no, I knew I shouldn't have ate that chili Bill brought." He stammered, running his fingers through his silky curls.

"Stop, he's your bestfriend." I mentally punched myself.

"No! No, it's not your breath!" I reassured him. "It's just that, you look really handsome today." I confessed, rubbing the back of my neck.

Michael smiled sweetly at my compliment. "Thank you Lays."

Right before I was about to respond my mother ruined it.

"Awe! Lichael Lichael! Mayla Mayla!" She chanted our ship names.

Me and Michael turned a deep shade of red and Michael covered his face with his hands.

I was about to respond but a sound cutting the air stopped me from doing so.

Michael fell flat on the floor, making my heart stop. I looked over to my mother who was about to run until.

Pew.

A dart like bullet entered her skin. She fell unconscious immediately.

I turned over to face the perpetrator.

I looked at my doorway and saw a female in a play nurse gown.

Maria? What the hell? I thought she was dead.

I rubbed my eyes with my fists but she was still there.

I charged at her, but she aimed her tranquilizer at me, and fired.

I fell the floor, loosing my eyesight. Everything became blurry slowly. 

She walked over to me smiling. She waved at me as I completely lost my eyesight.

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I opened my eyes slowly and scanned the area. I began to shake vigorously as the object I was in was moving, tremendously. It was quite dark but, slight brightness shinned through the cracks of this object.

The engine started to rev more.

I guess I was in a car.

My main instinct was to get up and run but I was halted with roped being snuggly tied on my arms and legs. I shook as hard as I could to shake free but the knots wouldn't let me bulge. I tried to scream for help but I was silenced by tape covering my mouth. I muffled a sigh and stayed put.

I looked over at the the two dark figures, presumably Michael and my Mom.

I muffled a scream, and started to scoot towards them slowly.

Michael screamed through the duct tape back as did my mother.

I got to get out of here.

I started to slip my tongue through the small crevasses in my mouth. I began to lick the duct tape to ease it off my mouth. The sticky substance started to slowly ease off.

I forcefully poked my tongue out to take the tape off. I only had the sides to work on. I swung my tongue side to side until the tape came off my lips.

It fell off, still clinging to my left cheek. "Guys! I got my tape off, and I'm coming to y'all." I explained.

They muffled words in affirmation and I scooted towards Michael.

The lights began to shine brighter, making my eyesight better.

I scooted once more to Michael and we made eye contact.

"I only have my teeth so bare with me please." I explained.

He nodded frantically and I proceeded to get closer to him, inches from his lips.

Lord help me.

I put my lips softly on his check and got a grip on the corner of the tape with my teeth. I pulled back the tape, maneuvering my face to the side.

With his lips almost free I pulled some more.

The van took a sharp turn causing me to rip the tape off his mouth. My lips grazed across his lips swiftly as I rolled away.

Once the van started to go smoothly, I scooted back up to his lips.

I ripped the rest off and began apologizing. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I wa-" I was cut off by Michael leaning inwards, kissing my lips softly, grazing his tongue on my bottom lip.

I smiled slightly at his gesture as feelings of happiness started to burst in my stomach. He pulled back smiling. I smiled like an idiot back. "That's not what bestfriends do, but that was amazing!" I said jokingly.

"Whatever," he said rolling his eyes playfully. "We'll talk about that later. Go take your mom's tape off." He ordered.

I nodded in affirmation and scooted towards my mom.

She looked at me, tears stinging her eyes. As she blinked, they fell slowly.

"It's alright mom, I'm going to make this quick."

She nodded and I smiled. I got my teeth on the corner of the tape and ripped it off fast.

"Thanks baby! But keep the tape on your mouth loose, so they won't know we took it off. We have to do the same thing we did when Maria held us hostage." She explained to me.

"Alright, gotcha." I nodded.

"Work on my knot, and I'll tie it loosely, so we can take it off later." She ordered.

I did as I was told and loosened the knots on her legs with my teeth. 

It worked!

I did the same with her arms and she sat up.

"Thanks baby! Go work on your little boyfriend now." She teased.

"You have to untie me first." I retorted, giggling.

She untied my legs and feet, and I walked over to Michael.

I untied his arms and legs and he sat up as well.

I had to tell him the procedure before the van would stop. "Michael, I know you're not all about violence but you're probably going to get blood on your hands. I'm going to teach you a few tips and tricks to make a silent, quick kill." I explained, sighing.

Michael nodded slowly as I continued.

"You know how to break a neck right?" I asked.

"Not really." He told me softly.

Awe, a rookie.

I was about to explain but the car came to a stop.

I sighed at this event. "Guys, tie loose knots and put the tape on loose as well. It's us against them. You need to be smart, merciless, and swift. Now tie up." I ordered.

They did as told and tied up. We put the tape on loose and lied back down in our original positions.

The back of the van began to open slowly. My face was greeted by Maria, and a couple of tall henchmen.

"Get up, get up bastards." Maria ordered.

The henchmen picked me, Michael, and my mom up and threw us out the van. My face hit the pavement, and my forehead got scuffed. Blood poured slowly down my head. My mom and Michael got slightly injured as well.

I looked around slowly and saw a bunch of tall trees. The same stench was forced into my nose making all of us whimper. The afternoon sky was decorated with grey clouds.

The two men lifted me up forcefully and untied my legs so I could walk.

They did the same for Michael and my mom.

Phase 1/5 complete.

We walked, arm in arm with the guards until we reached this tall warehouse decorated with dust, rust, and guards. So many guards.

I began to get a little intimidated but that didn't eat me alive. If anything, it was the stench.

The guards walked us into the death house and shut the doors with these thick locks. Once I walked in, the walls were decorated with blood. A rotting stench entered my nose, making  my nose shrivel. The air was cloudy with cigar smoke from the gaurds. All of their eyes were glued to us. As we walked further, screams of victims echoed through the entire building. They came from the other array of rooms.

The guards broke me from my train of thought and threw me, Michael, and my Mother into a room with 2 other people.

There were pee stains in the corners of this hell hole and, coagulated blood staining the walls. I looked over to Michael who reassured me with just his eyes. As did my mom.

I looked over to the lady and what seems to be her 7 year old son.

She was crying and her son was rocking back and fourth. The chains tied to them scraped against the concrete floor, echoing through the room.

The door began to open slowly as Maria came in. She had a large duffel bag on her shoulder.

She winked at us and turned her attention to the woman and her son.

"So, I heard that you didn't make our money." Maria said, pounding her fists into the palms of her hands.

"I couldn't take having sex with all those men. I got raped, and I got an STD!" She screamed.

Maria stood in front of her and smacked her across the face. "No yelling please."

The little boy whimpered at the sight of his mom being hurt.

Maria faced his attention to the little boy.

"Awe, you okay?" She extended her arm but he flinched at her touch.

"It's okay, I just want you to come sit in this chair for me okay?" She sweetly said.

I scoffed in my head.

"Don't touch my son." The lady told her.

"Rules are rules." She said as she tied her son in the chair.

The little boy began to scream hysterically. His cries started to ring through both of my ears. It broke my heart.

"Recite the rules Janie, recite them." She ordered as she walked over to her duffel bag.

"Ganja money, is the best. It's way better then all the rest." She said with tears in her eyes.

"What's the rest Janie." She asked, reaching into her duffel bag.

"If you don't bring the money, don't you cry. Just accept the fact that you will die." She finished crying.

Maria pulled out a chainsaw and rested it on the ground. She took out a Magnum gun and set it besides the chainsaw.

"Who wants to go first, and what weapon." She asked, smiling, menacingly.

"Don't hurt my son." She pleaded.
"Okay." She said revving the chainsaw. "I'll hurt you first."

Maria approached the lady swiftly. The woman looked to the left, staring me in the eyes.

"Good luck." She mouthed before the chainsaw met her neck.

All I heard was the ripping off that ladies flesh. Blood pooled down her body as the chainsaw worked into her neck. Blood splashed everywhere hitting me in my face.

Maria began to work harder, sawing her bones. With a little extra force, her head was completely decapitated. It rolled to my foot. Her eyes were still open, with splotches on internal bleeding in them. Blood crawled out her mouth as she her lifeless eyes spoke to me.

I kicked her head away and watched her limp body fall. Blood started to gush out the top of her jagged neck where her head used to be. I ripped my eyes away from the sight to look over at the little boy. He was crying hysterically.

Maria turned off the chainsaw and set it down.

"Momma!!! No!! I want to go with you. I want to go to heaven with you!!" He sobbed, screaming.

Maria walked over to the other array of weapons and pulled out a gun.

She walked over to face the little boy. "You sure you want to go?" She asked, smiling.

He nodded at her, screaming hysterically.

"Okay," she started. "Let me silence you." She whispered

She aimed the gun at his head. A shot went off quieting everyone else. The bullet penetrated the little boys skull, silencing him forever.

His head fell back, as blood spilled out of his head. Brain matter and skull bits decorated the wall by Michael.

My mom and Michael were crying hysterically. Michael was screaming as the little boy died.

He did not like that at all.

Their muffled screams and the dead bodies motivated me to kill The Ganja. All of them.

Maria walked over to her duffel bag and put her tools back in there.

She picked it up and put it on her shoulder.

Before walking out, she spoke. "Surprise guys!" She yelled. "You thought I was dead huh?"

I nodded in affirmation, with tape still on my mouth.

"Well, I'm not." She said, cleaning the blood off her chainsaw.

"Well, I'll let Damien deal with you guys. This was his order." She said, before exiting; leaving me stunned.