Chapter Six

September 7, 2500

2:35 AM

Space Insane Asylum

Elsabeth's POV

"Wait, what do you mean by that? You kidnapped him in cold blood! Look at him! He's tied up right now, and it's all because of YOU!" I exclaimed, wiggling my finger in Space Michael's direction. Doc shook his head at me, his eyes extremely wide.

"Elsa, you don't understand. He set this all up himself. He had Marty write you a death note, and then he had me wait here for you. I was supposed to kill you when you arrived, but I didn't because Ulala got in the way," he told me. At that point, I didn't have any more words to say. I looked over at the space reporters, but they were completely slack-jawed too.

"You really don't know when to shut your trap, do you?" Space Michael suddenly said in the back. I then heard a snapping sound, which chilled me to the bone. Space Michael emerged shortly afterwards, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"Michael, I protected you up until this point. You can still become the Mankind King, okay? Nobody's in your way," Doc assured him, his hands held up for protection. But that was when Space Michael rammed him into the wall, his silver-clad body convulsing in anger.

"You lied to me, you so-called scientist. You promised you wouldn't tell anybody about the master plan. But what did you do? You spilled the freaking beans to this amateur group right here. Now, you know what your punishment's going to be, right?" Space Michael asked, and Doc began to hyperventilate from where he was. Mom and I were holding onto each other at this point in time out of fear.

"No…not the Torture Device! Please, don't! Please…!" Doc screamed, but Space Michael dragged him out of the dark cell. Without thinking, my group and I went running after the disbanded duo.

"PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME! I CAN STILL HELP YOU ACHIEVE WORLD DOMINATION!" Doc shrieked from his spot on the torture device. Space Michael had shackled the old man to a wooden square that was on the wall in a neighboring building. Ulala sobbed as she watched her boyfriend fiddle with a control panel that was nearby.

"You could've helped me, but you failed to do one thing, and you know what that one thing was. I hate liars who say that they won't tell secrets! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" Space Michael screeched, pulling down a lever from the panel.

"Michael, STOP!" Ulala screamed, lunging at the deranged silver-man. Space Michael yelped in shock, his body flying onto the ground. He tried to wrestle himself away, but Ulala pinned him down.

"Let me go! Let me GO right NOW, you senseless woman!" he shouted, but Ulala slapped him across the face. Meanwhile, I was busy trying to rescue Doc from the torture device with Mom's assistance.

"We're going to save you, Doc! Don't worry!" I exclaimed, but before I could grab the lever, Space Michael jumped me from behind. I tried to fight him off, but he grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground.

"You think you're all that, huh? Well, I'm sorry, but you're not getting away with this. You ruined my plan of destruction, so you're going to pay for it!" he declared, and I immediately punched him directly in the face. He was taken aback for a quick second, but then he recovered from the blow.

"Please! Help me!" Doc screamed from his spot. With that, I pushed Space Michael away and stumbled to my feet, but the man reached out and grabbed my ankle.

"Don't you DARE touch that lever, girl! If you do, you're going to be in a world of PAIN!" he exclaimed. I immediately kicked him in the face with my heel, causing him to reel back in pain. He ultimately let go of my ankle, and I proceeded to run to the lever. I grabbed hold of it, but the thing wouldn't budge from its spot. Mom tried to grab it next, but when she did, the lever broke off. Before I could try and find another solution, I heard a whirring sound come from the sky. I looked up, and to my surprise, a spinning blade came down. I looked behind me, and saw that Space Michael was pushing down a button on a remote.

"Let that go! Let that go right now!" I shrieked, and ran over to the psychopath in silver. I grabbed the remote from him and hit the button, but the blade only got closer to Doc.

"Michael, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Pudding's voice suddenly came. I looked over and the next thing I knew, the green-haired girl had lunged herself at Space Michael. She grabbed his neck with both hands, and watched as he began to die of asphyxiation.

"We trusted you! We trusted you with our lives, and this is how you repay us?! How dare you!" Pudding screamed as she wrung the man mercilessly. Space Michael's eyes wandered over to me, and he tried to call for help. I can't just let him die. We need to bring him to justice! I fiercely thought to myself.

"Pudding, get off of him. Let the man breathe. We'll bring him to court, and then they'll rehabilitate him," I said. Pudding huffed and let him go, but the minute she did so, he immediately scrambled towards the fallen remote. Without thinking, I ran over and jumped Space Michael before he could do anything else.

"Elsa, let go of me right now! I swear to God, I'll kill you RIGHT NOW!" he screamed, but I refused to listen to him. At this point, tears were running down my face out of sadness and anger.

"Why, Space Michael? Why are you so hell-bent on destroying this world? What did the world do to fuel your anger?" I said, trying to mask my tears. There wasn't a response, until Space Michael pushed me off of him.

"It killed me. The world killed me, and now I'm the only thing that's left," he said. I looked at him in confusion. The world killed him? What did he mean by that?

"What are you talking about? You're an animated character. Nobody can kill you," I told him, but he adamantly shook his head. He sat up and looked me straight in the eye, and I knew I was in for a tale.

"When I was created, I was based off of a very popular singer from the 21st century. I enjoyed watching him from this dimension very much. He danced and sang a lot like me, you know. But one day, he just…died. The autopsy report said that it was cardiac arrest, but I thought otherwise. I felt the world killed him, because he was the epitome of perfection. I wanted to destroy this dreadful Earth in retaliation for the singer's death. It was the world's fault. It must be destroyed NOW!" Space Michael screamed, and attempted to stab me with a switchblade. But before he could do anything, a figure jumped him from behind. When I looked over, I was shocked to see who it was.

It was Marty McFly.