Chapter 1- Escape
Author's Note:
All of you Michael Jackson fans know about the "Panther Dance" ending for Black or White. What really happened if it was real? Here's my version of the story, and aftermath, behind Panther Dance.
Michael wasn't a normal person (aside from being the King of Pop); he had an interesting and troubling life. And now, it just got worse. He was kidnapped from his home at Neverland Ranch by this group of crazy mad scientists. Michael woke up to find himself strapped to a cold, hard, metal table in the middle of a laboratory. He tried to break free, but the leather strips were too strong. Just when he was about to call out for help, an evil-looking, mad scientist came in the room with two thugs following him. Once Michael saw them, he really started to freak out; the scientist had an injection needle in his hand. And he was going to inject the mysterious stuff into Michael!
MJ felt the two henchmen holding his arms down, as he tried with all of his strength to shake the thugs' strong hands off. It was no use; Michael was trapped. Then he felt the pain of the needle piercing the skin of his right arm. He started to kick at the evil genius, but to no effect. The crazy scientist carefully injected the strange liquid into Michael's arm. The needle had panther DNA that was slightly modified to give MJ the ability to heal wounds on contact (except for Michael's own wounds, because the scratches and bruises would be gone after ten seconds) and super-strength. Once the DNA entered Michael's bloodstream, he screamed and writhed in pain and agony as it took effect. The pain was over after about a minute; his body went slightly limp, and he was breathing heavily.
"Unstrap him," said the scientist in a low and menacing voice.
The thugs did as they were told. After they took the straps off Michael's body, his eyes snapped open and he slashed at the thug closest to him. The henchman staggered back with his hand on his injured arm. He gently took his hand off his arm and saw claw slashes with blood seeping out of the cuts. Michael looked at the evil scientist and bared his teeth, hissing menacingly. He carefully slid off the table and onto the ground on all fours, not taking his eyes off the evil genius that had a name tag that said "Dr. Murray."
Michael Jackson now had the complete instincts of a black panther. His panther-like senses took control of him as he took form of the black creature and attacked the second henchman and Dr. Murray. Michael slashed, kicked, and punched them until the two men collapsed to the floor, bleeding and moaning in pain. The panther felt no pity about them; he just felt hatred towards these men that tortured him. Breaking into a sprint, Michael escaped.
Dr. Murray, who was still weak from his injuries, slowly produced a walkie-talkie from his lab coat and whispered these words;
"Find him. Bring him back to me so I can finish him off."