The Final Chapter

Previously ... Mo was killed by Souza with a single gunshot, Bumkolo was killed by Henda with a single gunshot, Henda was killed by Amy by being blown up, and Souza was killed by Mo with a shower hose. Yeah I know it is fucked up that Mo was never really dead but sometimes things happen for a reason.

Mo awoke from her sleep, she looked over at Amy lying next to her on the bed, she lifted the covers and looked down. She still couldn't get over the fact that Amy had a Paul Hogan tattoo on her back. She looked at the clock and realized it was time.

Mo: Wake up Amy.
Amy: (still half asleep) I'll be up in five minutes Michael.
Mo: What? Michael? That's a man.
Amy: What? Morning honey.
Mo: Get dressed. We have to go do this.
Amy: Yeah in a few, I need my beauty sleep.
Mo: Just get fucking dressed we haven't got that long.
Amy: Oh someone woke up crabby.
Mo: Come on. I'll make some coffee.

After drinking coffee, and relaxing for a while, Mo and Amy started their journey in Amy's VW Beetle; Savage Garden was playing on the radio. Amy looked nervous as she drove. Mo sat in the passenger seat, checking the gun, making sure everything was ready. The song finished on the radio and the DJ spoke "G'day cobbers it's a fantastic day here in Brisbane and if your thinking of going to the Entertainment Arena to see Michael Jackson give a speech you better hurry up. It's 98 degrees out there so cover up and be safe. And now for a classic from INXS." Amy turned the radio off.

Mo: You know we have to do this.
Amy: But why? Why can't we just forget it.
Mo: It has to be done. It is what needs to be done. How can we keep the forum going if we don't?
Amy: But I could just create another website.
Mo: About Michael?
Amy: I was thinking of DiapersAndPeanutButter.com.
Mo: Well don't think just drive.
Amy: Or AmyAndMo.com.
Mo: Yeah, whatever, just get us there.
Amy: Are you sure about this?
Mo: Very.

Arriving at the Entertainment Arena Mo handed the gun to Amy. Amy took the gun; she didn't want to but her love for Mo meant she had no other choice. She slipped the small gun into the waistband of her jeans. They went in. Security were randomly checking people as they entered the building. Mo walked past the security guards without a problem, but Amy was asked to step to the side.

Guard: Excuse miss would you mind removing your jacket?
Amy: What for?
Guard: Just a security check. Nothing major.
Amy: But my girlfriend went through.
Guard: Well just take of the jacket and you can go through once you have been checked.
Amy: But. But...

As Amy started to take off her jacket her nerves were going haywire. Her hands were sweating as she unzipped her jacket.

Guard: Bit warm for a jacket?
Amy: Uh yeah. I have skin cancer.
Guard: Sorry to hear that.
Amy: It's OK.
Guard: Holy fucking shit! Is that who I think it is?
Amy: Yeah.
Guard: A fucking Paul Hogan tattoo on your arm. Now that is classy. I hope they make another Crocodile Dundee film.
Amy: You like the films?
Guard: Strewth. I watch them all at least once a week. Well as a fellow Paul Hogan fan you can go through.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief. She was sure the gun was hidden enough but didn't want to take any risks. She caught up to Mo who was waiting anxiously. They headed into the main arena. Pushing their way to the front they split up, Amy going to the left, and Mo going to the right. Then without too much delay Michael stepped on stage and walked to the podium. Amy thought it weird that she had not heard an announcement. Michael stood at the podium and started to speak. "Thank you, thank you very much. This is it. No, really this time it truly is it..." Amy was looking at him something didn't seem right. She looked over and saw Mo stood there watching her. Mo nodded towards Michael. This was the signal that Amy had been waiting for. She pulled the gun from her waistband, pointed it at Michael, and shouted "FOR MJHD" She let out two shots; both hitting Michael.

No sooner had the shots been fired pandemonium went through the entire arena. People were diving to the ground, covering their heads. Mothers were grabbing their children and covering them. It was complete madness. Then another shot was heard. Amy fell to the ground. A single shot to the head. Mo looked over to see that Amy had been shot, and started to make her way to the doors.

Mo ran from the arena, in all the pandemonium she had managed to get away without being stopped. She leaned against a wall out of breath. She smiled. Everything had gone according to her plan. She never intended to share the top spot with Amy; just use her. She had to get to a computer. She had to finish the last stage of her plan.

Sitting in a little cyber cafe Mo registered the domain MichaelJacksonDead.com. She set up a front page and forum exactly as Amy had taught her. This was too easy she thought to herself, all the grieving fans will be at my website donating money. I'm going to be rich.

She waited for her email to load up, as she did she turned around to watch the TV that was on in the corner of the cafe. She saw that it was about Michael being shot. She called over for someone to turn up the TV. The reporter started to speak.

"I'm outside the Entertainment Arena, here in downtown Brisbane. Just a couple of hours ago a woman, who the police have named as Amy Sampson, shot who she thought was Michael Jackson. Police shot her and she died instantly. Just to recap Michael Jackson is alive but unfortunately E'Casanova is dead."

Mo couldn't believe it. She slammed her fist down on the table. Then she smiled, the smile then broke into laughter. She checked her email. There was the one she had been waiting for:

Thank you for choosing GoDaddy as your hosting company. The following domains have been successfully registered.

www.MichaelJacksonDead.com
www.MichaelJacksonLivesForever.com

Please contact Technical Support if you have any questions regarding this transaction. Once again thank you for choosing GoDaddy.

Mo checked the website. Three members had already joined MichaelJacksonLivesForever; and one had donated $10.

Peace.

The Plot Thickens More Than Grandma's Gravy

Previously ... Henda proved his stupidity and was killed by Amy. Souza admitted her love to Amy; and flew off to Brisbane.

As the airplane landed Souza could already smell the Kangaroo shit. The airport was full of people and Souza still felt like she was being watched. As she picked her bag off the carousel she wondered who was watching her. Was it the FBI? Was it Interpol? Was it Amy? She puckered up her lips and blew a kiss into the air just in case it was Amy.

As she went outside to get a taxi her cell phone rang.

Souza: Hello.
Amy: Hey it is Amy.
Souza: Are you at the airport?
Amy: No, just get your ass over here.
Souza: I'm now getting in a taxi.
Amy: I'll throw another shrimp or two on the barbie then.

Before Souza had a chance to reply the phone was silent. The taxi ride to Amy's house was uneventful. She knocked on the door. The door opened, there stood Amy. Souza could not contain her excitement, she dropped her luggage, and threw her arms around Amy. As she went to kiss her on the lips Amy stepped back and said "Whoa there. Slow it down." Souza composed herself and started digging through her luggage for the gift she had brought for Amy. She turned around and handed Amy an Edam cheese with a neon pink g-string on it. Amy said "Thanks."

As they walked through the house Amy placed the cheese on a small desk and promised herself to throw it out later. Once in the garden, Amy sat with Souza at the patio table. Souza couldn't control her emotions - a mixture of excitement, fear, and sadness.

Souza: Amy I think someone is watching me.
Amy: You are just paranoid. Who do you think is watching you?
Souza: I don't know I just have this feeling.
Amy: You are worrying about nothing.
Souza: What about all the murders? What about Mo, Kolo, and Henda?
Amy: Relax. Nobody knows. Here, have a beer.
Souza: What about Michael?
Amy: Don't mention him. Just relax. Everything will be alright.
Souza: I'm glad I have you.
Amy: Yeah. I would be too.

The two sat at the table chatting about the 'good old days' and how they had concocted various outlandish theories and drama to keep everyone interested in the forums and clicking the adverts and paypal button of the old MJHD. Amy was telling Souza what she had purchased with the money when Souza's phone rang. Souza answered the phone, but there was nobody there.

Amy said that Souza looked tired and once they had eaten she should rest and try and get a little sleep.

They ate. Amy showed Souza to the guest room, and apologized for the stacks of diapers; but explained they were an offer she just couldn't refuse. Souza looked around the room there must have been at least five thousand diapers. She thought how the members of MJHD would feel to know where their donations went.

Amy was about to leave the room when Souza said "Do you mind if I take a shower? I had a quick knuckle shuffle on the airplane and really need to clean up." Amy said "Sure." As Amy left she didn't hear Souza say "I love you."

Souza was in the shower, when she heard the door. She smiled to herself. Maybe Amy had taken the g-string off that Edam and was going to come and wash her back. She stood in the shower, shivering, waiting for the curtain to be pulled back.

Suddenly the curtain was pulled back. There stood Mo in nothing but a diaper. Souza stood motionless in shock. Mo smiled. Souza started to cry. Mo stepped into the shower. Souza wrapped her arms around Mo. Mo pushed her back.

Souza: How are you here? How are you alive? I killed you.
Mo: No you didn't. The bullet missed any vital organs I just went in to shock.
Souza: I'm so glad you are alive. I don't know what I was thinking.
Mo: It doesn't matter. I forgive you.

Mo leaned forward again, Souza wrapped her arms around Mo. Mo reached behind Souza and took the shower head and started to wrap the shower hose around Souza's neck. As she pulled it tight Souza started to panic. She screamed "Noooo." Mo pulled tighter and tighter until Souza's body went limp. She released the shower hose and watched Souza's body slump in the tub. She looked down at Souza and spat. "Don't fucking shoot me!"

As Mo stepped out of the shower, laughing, Amy met her and kissed her.

Mo: It was fun to watch her die.
Amy: At least that disgusting distraction is out of the way.
Mo: Good. Now back to business.
Amy: It will all be completed soon.

The pair left the bathroom and made their way to the master bedroom.

Peace.