Star-Crossed Dancers

[Lulu Mercury]

What? No…I…LISTEN! I’ll tell you the address of where she is, right now…you know, I punched her in the lip, it’s bleedin pretty bad…is that right? Well, she’s tied up and handcuffed and we are in a big isolated warehouse…certainly, the address I will tell you, because we want you to come here. However, if you alert the police, I will slice her into many tiny pieces, wrap her up, and send her to you, got that?”
Every now and then, I had heard Michael’s voice through the phone making muffled shouts. Blake told Michael the address and yet I still heard the muffled sounds of Michael’s distressed voice.
“12 million. That’s right. Come alone. If you fail to come alone with the money, she will suffer a painful death.” I stared at the man and he winked at me, lifting his upper lip, the twitch, the gold tooth. I couldn’t help the mental image invade my mind of a horror scene where Michael receives a parcel, a gesture, a charming present. He opens it and inside are my chopped up remains. It’s not myself I care about…it’s Michael’s screams, piercing, breaking my heart…his own heart crumbling, the light leaving it.
Rae was pacing up and down, her black leather boots pounding against the white concrete.
“Alright, fine!” Blake snapped and tossed me the phone.
“Michael!” I said relieved.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” Michael sobbed his voice thick.
“Michael…Michael…I love you…I l-love y-you.” My own voice trembled.
“Why are you saying that? You know I’m coming. I’m coming right now! He beat you - you have no idea h-how much I want to - to make him hurt when I get there -”
“No Michael…just give them money and we can go-”
Blake snatched the phone out of my grasp, from my ear and swiftly stabbed my thigh with a pocketknife.
“AHHHHH!” I howled, my body jolting, sending an even sharper, excruciating pain into my rib that I was certain was broken. With my joined handcuffed hands, I covered the wound, my face glistening in my tears.
“And that, Michael Jackson, is just a small taste. Do not think I am bluffing, ‘cause if I have to kill her, I will.” He hung up and tossed the phone back into his pocket, leaned in closely to me, his lips an inch from mine, and whispered:
“When he gets here, he’s going to be in for a surprise. You’re going to be my captives for a few days, I think he needs to know who really has the power…tsk, tsk…what a mess. Look at that lip cut open and swollen…how could he love you? What does he see in a useless bitch such as yourself…couldn’t even save herself.” I felt like spitting in his face but my thigh was throbbing in scorching pain. Rae laughed a tinkling laugh.
“I wonder my sweet what we can make them do to keep ourselves entertained the two days we hold them captive?” Rae asked in a soft voice.
“Oh, we’ll think of something…” Blake grinned and the silences stretched on, as my body screamed in pain, my mind thought only of Michael and I wondered...would he make it? My heart was thumping from fear so fast it almost hurt, a constant pounding against my ribs. The minutes felt like days. I could die. I could live. It's funny how when your in a life threatening situation, you don't care about your life anymore, only the life of the other half. Panic invaded my mind. What if Blake simply killed Michael after being handed the money? My heart felt as if it stopped for a second as I heard a car humming outside, the breaks pulled, it stopped sharply outside.
“Oh, please be Michael…” I thought urgently. It could be more people in on the ransom but both Blake and Rae’s heads shot up.
Sharp bangs thundered against the metal outside.
“LUCY?! LUUUUCY!”

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[Lulu Mercury]

It was Michael’s voice. Michael’s voice strained by a croaky sob.
“Let me in!” He demanded.
“Well, well, well, how very fast and efficient. I must confess, I did have doubts but it seems he’s a hero, ready to save the day, ready to save his damsel in distress…” Blake said sarcastically, his eyes glinting as he looked at me. I watched as he snaked his way towards the doors and heaved the doors open, revealing a dishevelled distressed looking Michael Jackson. His eyes were glassy, both sad and enraged. Michael’s face was expressionless, but I could tell…he stared at his driver, his upper lip trembling in a silent rage.
“You fired.” Michael said in a deadly tone.
Blake raised one eyebrow and smiled.
“I trust you have my money.” Blake icily said and gestured Michael to enter the warehouse. As quick as a fox, Rae enclosed me, hovering above me on the hard wood chair, her arms clutched around my chest.
“No. Let her go. I have what you want and I did what you asked.” Michael said, crossing the distance until he was so close to me I could smell his scent. It was this that calmed the rattling of my heart. His eyes met my eyes. Suddenly I was scared again. Michael’s eyes were wide and afraid and I saw his eyes dart from mine to my bleeding swollen lip.
“Oh! Oh, God.” Michael winced, his body twitching in a flurry of nervous gestures as he lightly touched my lip with his index finger, I took in his crinkled trousers and black top, his sleeves were rolled up, his jacket was gone.
“Michael, you came…”
“Of course I did. The knife was cuttin’’ my heat when he rang and told me…when I realised you were gone I thought…I was so panicked. I looked for Mother and my family, everyone was in the audience…I was so close to telling them you were lost but then…oh God…if the police had been alerted…he said he’d kill you. I was shaking so badly and I…I -” Michael’s voice died and broke off. He covered his hands over his face, steading his uneven breaths.
“Touching.” Rae sneered.
“Hand the money over, now, all I will give you that special wrapped up present I suggested on the phone.” Blake’s voice slithered, sounding slightly urgent. Grey eyes had turned ghostly manic.
Michael’s eyes didn’t look scared anymore. He wasn’t silently angry anymore. His dark eyes were those burning coals, blazing heat and in a quick movement, he yanked his elbow back far and thrust it into Blake’s jaw. I looked at Michael with an open mouth and realised I had been holding my breath. I was shocked. He was panting. All of the hair from his pony was falling out, framing his face in a wild careless of curls. I did not…could not…understand. Michael punching someone? I felt so guilty at myself for ever thinking, ever considering that Michael may not come with the money to save my life…in the back of my mind the thought had crossed that Michael would be clueless, unable to drive himself here, plagued with nerves, unable to find the address, vulnerable, innocent. I knew Michael was strong, so why did I ever question his strength, his self-reliance?
“I told you so. Michael would die for you.” The once disdainful, now hurt voice said inside my head.
“You punch me in the ****ing jaw? Oh Rae darling‘, Michael Jackson really does have balls!” Blake said, raising his eyebrows, a strange grin on his face. He stood gracefully, pulled the cuffs of his shirt and cleared his throat. He edged his hand inside his black jacket and pulled out a gun, walking towards me, I stared nonplussed. I should have figured he would have a gun. To be faced with a person advancing towards you with one…paralyses your very mind.
“What are you- I HAVE YOUR MONEY, STOP!” Michael’s panicked voice shrieked.
My face, pooled in sweat, my blood, running cold. The tip, that cold hardness, was pressed against my forehead.
“Ah…pity your frazzled mind didn’t plan what I’m sure you thought would be your heroic rescue of this one.” Rae said, loosening her grasp on me as her fingers stroked my cheek delicately. “We have the weapons, you have nothing. You have the money, we have her. All Blake has to do is pull the trigger and she’s dead. We could kill you too but I’m sure that’s what you would want. Instead, we could let you suffer. Lock you in the little room over there? Throw her corpse with you? Take your money…and we’re free…” Her blood red lips curved into a smirk and Michael looked like he was going to be sick.
“Please…” Michael gulped, his face screwed up, skin glistening and skin ghostly pale. Blake pressed the gun into my forehead harder. All I focused on where Michael’s eyes, despite the leathery tobacco smelling face right in front of me…despite the woman behind me, black clad arms clasping my chest, the strong smell of cinnamon. Blake and Rae laughed a mixture of his icy deadpan laugh and her tinkling happy laugh. Hers was a sound that was pleasant to the ears, making it all the more terrifying for what it was that was humouring her.
“You really shouldn’t have touched my face maggot…” Blake barked at Michael and the tone to his voice was different from the disquieting softness. He turned his gaze to me.
“Siranarta, little Lucy. Pity, baby doll…such a waste…” His sealed thin lips quirked one last time, showing me his gold glinting tooth. Everything happened so fast. My thoughts hammered in time with my heart. Was my life flashing before me? No, it wasn’t. All that flashed before me was the first time I kissed Michael, the first time I touched Michael, the first time Michael touched me…the most poignant and important and special flashes before my eyes was the shared listening of our heartbeats. I was jumping on a hotel bed like an excited kid, thrashing my pillow at Michael. There was tickling and there was my ear against his chest listening to his heartbeat in time with the beating of the rain, pelting heavily against the windows. And then I was lying in a store cuppord with Michael and his warm hand took mine and placed it on his thrashing heart.
“Will you look after this?” There was vulnerability in his eyes. A longing on his face.
“Yes.” I said.
My eyes unclouded as I came snapped out of my daze, my dream, and my images when I heard Michael scream.
“IF YOU PULL THAT TRIGGER I WILL TEAR THIS CHEQUE UP!”
“We don’t really want your money. It was a trick. We want you to suffer.” Rae said then giggled as Blake pulled the trigger all at the same time as Michael screamed in what sounded like agony, the last thing I saw was Michael diving sprawled though the air, coming closer, his hand outstretched, reaching, reaching…I closed my eyes, awaiting the inevitable. Nothing came. I snapped my eyes opened, my body paralysed by shock, yet relief swam through me as my chest rose and fell rapidly.
Rae let go of me and collapsed in Blake’s arms, as they fell about laughing.

[End of chapter 13]

[Emily'xo.]

Hey, I'm new here and I just read your story.. It's amazing! I'm addicted, haha. You're really good at writing. Update pleeeease!

[Lulu Mercury]

Originally Posted by Emily'xo.

Hey, I'm new here and I just read your story.. It's amazing! I'm addicted, haha. You're really good at writing. Update pleeeease!

Aw thank you so much Emily. It means a lot. I'll update soon Welcome to this forum

[Lulu Mercury]

Chapter 14: Salvage Your Mind, Repair Your Heart

Tears were flowing from Michael’s eyes. He was crouched, knelled down on the floor, his clammy hand over my wrist and he was rocking backwards and forwards slightly. His face was traumatized, the smooth skin crinkled together.
“We’re just playin’ you know, of course we want the money. I’m a fair man, after all. Rae, free dear Ms.Parsons, won’t you?”
She pushed Michael out of the way, knelt before my feet and yanked the ropes off, pulled out a gleaming silver pocketknife and cut me free.
Michael and I met in the middle at the same time, I collapsed into his arms.
“It’s okay now…” Michael whispered, rubbing my shoulder blades. I realised I was shaking.
“Give me the cheque!” Blake snapped. I could feel their glaring eyes, even though mine were closed…it was an odd thing, when you think you’re a second away from death, when you are spared, the next surge of oxygen plummeting through your body is like a breath of new life. There is a sense of fragility, you understand how very delicate and precious life really is. I understood how extraordinary and special it was, that I was being held by Michael, that his smooth skin was against mine once more. I laced my fingers through his hair, amazed that I could touch the silky softness.
“T-take it” Michael rasped, and his warmth vanished. He lifted his face out of the crook of my neck and passed the cheque to Blake, who snapped it out of his hands. I was sickened by the jubilation on his face, and as I looked at Rae, horror thundered through me. This was not over. I saw it as her electric blue and indifferent eyes pierced mine. I remembered their plan to hold us captive, to inflict their game of power. Why couldn’t they just take the money and let us free? Did they really think that once we were free we would not go to the police?
“Come on Lucy, we’re going home…” Michael said, grasping my hand and pulling me to the doors. He bent down to lift the garage door up, the metal clanked loudly. It didn’t open. Rae laughed shrilly behind us and I felt Blake icily edge up behind me before I saw him.
“Why would you want to leave the party so fast? To earn your freedom, you and her are gonna be our captives for just a few days. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I won’t hurt ya!” He ****ed his head at Rae and she stomped over to me, grabbed me fiercely and dragged me over to the small white cellar to the left. The glass door was swung open and I was hurled inside.
“Hey! No! Please!” I whimpered.
Blake had Michael by his scruff and Michael was struggling, elbowing Blake in the ribs. Rae advanced and together they flung Michael into the tiny cellar with me. The door slammed. There was nothing inside, and no windows. The floor was the same white concrete as the warehouse, with a white mat covering. It was a suffocating room that felt clinical.
My stomach grumbled. I thought about food, toilet, water…we needed water! Blood was dripping down my leg from my wounded thigh. I looked at Michael and his face was expressionless, as he stared ahead, burning holes into the white walls, not blinking. I looked at Blake and Rae’s faces, staring at us through the glass, their eyebrows rising, grins perched on their faces.
I stood up, limped towards the windowed door, and pressed my palm against it.
“I…what about food…drink? …why are you doing this?” I asked in a loud voice.
“Well, it’s entertaining, it shows you both who has the power, it deflates your egos, and it gives us time to escape the state without you running off to the cops after this whole things done with.” Rae leered.
Blake put his palm against mine on the other side of the window, and plastered an imitation of a sad, pitied expression onto his leathery face.
“You might say that Rae and I are very smooth operators.”
Rae offered Blake an appreciative giggle. I yanked my hand away immediately and stood, watching the door swing open. Rae heaved a box into my hands and thew a chamber pot into the corner. Quick as a fly, she was on the other side of the glass door and clinked the lock, stuffing the gold ring into her breast pocket.
Tears stung my eyes. I held them back as I went to sit back beside Michael who snapped out of his daze and stared at me with a worried look.
“I shouldn’t have put you through this.”
“You had no control over it.” I said evenly.
He looked manic as he looked at me fiercely.
“I can’t have a girlfriend! I can’t have a relationship! Look what happens! I’m too much of a target. People target me and the…the ones I love suffer.” He whispered and I watched with a breaking heart as the tears clung to Michael’s eyelashes. I hadn’t told him of what his future had held, that he had indeed been the biggest target. I hadn’t the heart to tell Michael what he had been accused of in the future. I wondered idly if the future was predetermined, or if it could change like a whim. I brought my lips to his own and planted him a kiss.
But he was staring at me with those same saddened tormented eyes.
“People deserve a shot at true love. Even you Michael.” I said simply.
“Not at the risk of -”
“Shut up! Stop it right now! You are not supposed to give up on a person, give up on love, give up on us, because of a test, or a struggle!” I said in a deadly voice, and yet I said it calmly instead of hysterically.
“I’m sorry.” He replied, running his finger along my face and I saw his eyes stop dead at my lip and he frowned.
“Is it still swollen?” I asked.
“No, it’s going down. Just blood. Here.” He used the cuff of his sleeve to wipe the blood away, and lightly traced the remaining wound sore.
“I just…I just can’t understand such ugliness. It hurts so much. Why are people so ugly?”
Our eyes were connected deeply.
“I…I don’t know. I think maybe -”
“Aren’t they sickeningly cute?” Rae cooed and our eyes snapped apart. Their pallid ecstatic faces were still haunting us through the glass.
“Hmm. ‘Why are people so ugly, oh Rae, why Rae? It’s not fair Rae! This world is just too ugly for such innocent lovin’ peoples like us!’” Blake mimicked, looking into Rae’s eyes with upturned lips. Their lips met and I watched intrigued as Rae eagerly kissed him, pressing herself into him, and my eyes tightened as I gazed at their tongues falling into each other’s mouths.
I felt Michael stiffen next to me.
They broke apart and Rae tapped her fingernails against the glass door. There was a flush of colour in her pale cheeks.
“Your turn.” She ordered.
A silence stretched on.
“What?” I asked.
“Kiss.”
“Why?”
“We have the gun precious, so -”
Her words either died in her mouth or didn’t reach my ears. Michael scooted himself skin close and stole the kiss. It felt so strange to be kissing Michael based on an order, to be kissing him in front of our kidnappers, and Michael’s kiss itself felt strange. He was frantic, I supposed from the worry and the stress searing through him but it leaked into his mouth, his lips, his tongue. This would not be good. It was especially not good that I was kissing him back hungrily.
“You can stop now! Ha ha ha!” Blake rasped and I froze yet for a small moment, a few seconds, Michael continued to move his lips against mine. I edged my face away from his, away from his grasp, feeling the colour rise in my face.
Michael turned his own face towards them; I watched his eyes, hard as black marble. I had no idea what he felt, but I sensed that because of their gun threats, he would do whatever they asked.
“Eager aren‘t you? Even though you’re imprisoned here. Tsk tsk, no doubt you’ll be at it when we’re gone.”
I watched a vein twitch in Michael’s neck. I turned to look again at Blake. He twisted me a smile.
“You do look dazzling if I may say so I in that black lacy dress. Why are you both dressed to the nines? Oh, that’s right! You were dancing in front of thousands of fans! I just can’t help but wonder what you would look like with that dress on the floor! Ha ha ha.” I saw Michael’s first clench, but his face remained passive. I said nothing and he raised one eyebrow. I looked at Rae. Her face was also impassive, but she began raking her fingers through her hair. She pressed her lips against Blake’s ear and bit gently, let go, and ran her hand along his chest as she looked at me directly in the eyes and said, “I do love our little games. Whatever shall we make them do next?”
“Whatever you want them to do babe.” Blake responded. Rae walked up and down and then back around, circling Blake, stopping at the glass door with a thoughtful expression, and then circled Blake again.
“Hmm. Michael Jackson, you…you are going to slam her against the wall, rip the top of her dress, tear it up, exposing her chest…then your gonna take the bra off, lick and suck those breasts like a hungry baby, your gonna kiss her, and your gonna snake your fingers up her legs, past her thighs…you know where. Your task is to make her come with your fingers only, in such pressured a situation. If you can do that, we’ll all know you’re a real man. Of course, the dress covering her most secret place, ha ha, can stay in tact. Let’s have some dignity, shan’t we?” She flung her head back to look at Blake who smiled widely, and she laughed arrogantly. I was frozen in place and my heart dropped into my stomach yet it wasn’t hammering in panic anymore. Michael looked at me dismayed, he shook his head and I watched the stands of hair swing and fly about.
“Would you prefer bullet time?” Blake barked.
Michael’s jaw twitched. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, but the breaths were still coming out uneven and his hands were trembling.

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[LiBeRiAn_GiRl]

Wooow,,,I sooooo don't come here often I'm sorry But this is so beautiful Hope to read some more, and soon