The Saga - Ghosts

If you missed the previous installments of this saga:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6

So on with the next installment that makes the fact that Bobby Ewing was in the shower for a whole season of Dallas look like a great plot after all - the saga continues.

With Amy Sampson dead, and the police having many unanswered questions, Mo is totally aware that the last 6 months have all been borrowed time as an international manhunt has continued.

The sound from the television all of a sudden seemed familiar. Looking up Mo saw her name on the bottom of the screen. Anderson Cooper continued to speak: "After 6 months police across the world still seem unable to capture Monique Van Boxtel. She is wanted in connection with at least 2 murders and the attempted assassination of Michael Jackson in June. Inspector Andy Cole, of Interpol, will be with us after the break."

A single tear rolled down her cheek as Mo once again looked at her laptop screen. The annoying voice from AOL announced: "You've got femail." The lesbian joke still brought a semi-smile to the face of Mo; no matter how bad she was feeling.

Something was not right. The sender was simply AFriend@gmail.com. Mo had never seen that email address before; but something inside her told her to open it.

It simply read "I am a friend."

Another email arrived from the same address. This time it read "Look behind you."

Mo swung around in her chair expecting to see an undercover cop; but it was Lara. As they spoke she explained that since the manhunt had begun she she had been trying to track Mo down.

Lara: I asked about you on the forums, on Twitter, I even spoke to 4 Michael Jacksons.
Mo: How did you find me?
Lara: Eventually I got told on MySpace where you were seen. The odd thing is the person signed the message as ~Souza~.
Mo: How the hell could it be Souza? She is dead.
Lara: Well I got in touch with Badkolo. He traced the IP address to his Mom's front room. Anyway I got another message yesterday which said you was in this town.
Mo: BADKOLO! I thought he was dead.
Lara: So did I.
Mo: But if this person knows I am here then it won't be long before the police know.
Lara: That is why we have to get away from here.

As Lara and Mo left the cafe Mo couldn't help but feel she was being watched. A figure stepped out of the shadows and sniffed the chair that Mo had been sitting on.

Lara should never have mentioned Souza. As Lara drove all Mo could see was Souza. No matter where she looked Souza was there. A small girl carrying a red balloon suddenly morphed into Souza. The man selling hot dogs suddenly morphed into Souza. It was the nightmare that Mo had been living every day since she had killed Souza. In Mo's mind Souza was everywhere; as she had been since the day Souza died.

Lara: So where to?
Mo: Anywhere.
Lara: We need to rest. Make a fresh start in the morning.
Mo: Sounds good.

Pulling into a motel Lara went in alone to book the room while Mo waited in the vehicle. Once in the room Mo laid on the bed and fell asleep instantly; for the first time in months feeling safe enough to sleep fully.

Waking, the next morning, Mo couldn't move. As she became aware of things, little by little, she realized her hands and feet were handcuffed to the bed. Thoughts ran through her head - was it the police? why would the police do this? She struggled to free herself to no avail.

Mo: We haven't got time for this kinky shit. I like you and all; but we just don't have the time.
Lara: I like you too. But I don't eat fish tacos.
Mo: What the fuck?
Lara: Goodbye.

Mo let out a scream as Lara left. Alone, handcuffed to the bed, she wondered what her fate was. After what seemed like hours, but in reality was mere seconds, the door opened.

Souza: Hello Mo.
Mo: It can't be. You are dead.
Souza: (pressing her hand against Mo) Do I feel dead?
Mo: I killed you. I saw your lifeless body.
Souza: Did the MJ hoax teach you nothing? All the things we investigated together.
Mo: Fuck you. I investigated everything you just thought up new plans to deceive everyone. Getting banned at MJHD, creating TS and TIAI. You stupid cunt you thought nobody would work it out; but they did.
Souza: But by then everyone thought we were a team. You couldn't say anything. If I fell then you would fall along with me.
Mo: Well it doesn't matter now Michael is alive; the whole world knows it.
Souza: And poor little Amy is a rotting corpse somewhere.
Mo: You are fucking crazy.
Souza: No. What was crazy was trying to kill MJ. He gave me my fame, my platform to push the Illuminati down peoples throats, he gave me glory.
Mo: Well you are fucked then because he is back.
Souza: That is why you are going to help me kidnap him.
Mo: I am not helping you do shit. I'll go to the police and tell them you are alive and what you are planning to do.
Souza: I don't think so. After all you killed me. As far as I am concerned they think I'm dead.
Mo: I won't help you bitch.

Mo struggled to get free. But it was impossible. She broke down in tears as she realized her only way out of this nightmare was to help Souza. She thought about it. She had been the on that had helped Souza all along - fooling people, lying, plotting to kill - but this was too much.

Souza sat by the bed and whispered "I'll be back soon my dear." She kissed Mo on the cheek and then covered her mouth with duct tape. She turned the TV on. A local news reporter was at a car wreck. The driver had been identified as Lara; and was pronounced dead at the scene.

Souza laughed as she left the room; locking the door behind her.

Peace.

Cuss Count: High

Legal Notice: All characters, and events, are fictional. Any resembelance to people on hoax forums is merely coincidental.

After The Darkside - The Kidnap

Once again, previously ... Michael is back. Amy is back. Souza has declared to herself her love for Amy. Plan C is in effect.

JFK Airport, 11.55AM, Saturday, June 26, 2010

Bumkolo pulled up in his Toyota Prius, his George Michael CD blaring, he knew why he was here but didn't know the exact details. Then he got a call on his cell phone:

Bumkolo: Hello big boy, did you just wake?
Amy: What?
Bumkolo: Oh, Amy, I'm here. What do I do?
Amy: Follow Plan C.
Bumkolo: Which is what?
Amy: Don't ask questions. Just get Michael.
Bumkolo: How?
Amy: I told you no questions.

Amy hung up the phone. Bumkolo was confused even more than usual. He knew he needed money, but he didn't think he'd be kidnapping Michael to get it. He was about to get back in his Prius when he remembered his Mom's words "You are a lazy little faggot and if you don't start giving me some money you can live on the fucking streets for all I care. You are going to get AIDS anyway." A lonely tear streaked from behind his glittering sunglasses.

JFK Airport, 11:59AM

Following the crowds Bumkolo made his way to where Michael was going to give his speech. He still didn't know how he was going to distract Michael, but he also knew that if he didn't his Mom would be right. He looked across the crowd, it was full of people holding "Welcome Back Michael" and "We Love You Michael" signs, he pushed his way to the front.

JFK Airport, 12:01PM

The doors opened, two burly bodyguards walked through, cameras started flashing, the crowd started screaming. Bumkolo couldn't take his eyes off the doors. Any second now Michael would be walking through.

More bodyguards came through the doors; then Michael came through the doors. Bumkolo looked and started to try to work out how to get at him. There was too many bodyguards to just grab him and run.

JFK Airport, 12:03PM

Michael made his way on to the stage that had been prepared. He climbed up the stairs. He made his way to the podium. He leaned towards the microphone and said: "Thank you for this welcome, I feel the LOVE. I am back, no really I am back ..." Bumkolo listened but the words drifted off to silence as he thought of how to get Michael. Then very reminiscent of Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars, Mo's spirit appeared beside him and said "Use the force Kolo, use the force." Bumkolo blinked and just as fast as she had appeared Mo had gone.

JFK Airport, 12:06PM

Michael continued to speak on stage "I want to speak to my fans, my real fans, and thank them for their support." Bumkolo knew now was his only time, if he didn't do something soon there would be no chance. He walked to the side of the stage. Just as Michael was leaving it, he reached out to take hold of Michael, but just as he did he noticed Henda. What was he doing here? He was still looking at Henda when Michael walked past him. He was still looking at Henda, as Henda pulled out a gun. He was still looking at Henda when he heard the shot. He stopped looking at Henda as he fell to the ground.

With all the confusion Henda slipped out like he had done to so many men before.

Somewhere In Holland, 12:11PM

Souza pulled her fingers out of her mouth, how she wished it was Amy she was tasting rather than just herself. The phone rang:

Souza: Hello.
Amy: Kolo is dead.
Souza: What?
Amy: Kolo is dead. Are you deaf?
Souza: No.
Amy: Henda will be arriving in Holland in 11 hours. Meet him.
Souza: OK, but I still need to get rid of Mo's body.
Amy: I don't care. Plan C failed.
Souza: So now what?
Amy: Plan D of course.

The phone went silent. Souza knew she had to pick up Henda. She had to get rid of Mo's body, she had to find out what plan D was.

Peace.

After The Theory - The Darkside

Just like the Jack5ons show ... Previously ... On June 25, 2010 Michael announced his return. Souza shot Mo for no reason other than she could. Henda11 wrote an email to Souza and Mo so that he didn't look as dumb as he really is. Auntie Amy rallied the troops and started the rebirth of MJHD.

With Mo out of the picture Souza was able to pursue the true love that she lusted after. That true love was Auntie Amy. But as Souza thought lovingly about Amy she wondered about Bumkolo, he had gone from cheap Thai male sluts to sailors that he picked up at the docks; he needed someone more stable. Then like a drug induced theory it hit her; Henda was the ideal person for Bumkolo. Henda liked wrestling, so he would most likely like a greasy naked man on him, he liked fishing so he would have no problem guzzling down Bumkolo's hot fish yogurt.

But as she pondered on this considerable thought she remembered Michael had announced his return the night before. What the fuck could she do? How the fuck did Amy intend to bring MJHD back like a phoenix from the ashes when Michael was alive and well?

Souza got up off her fat ass and turned the TV on. She still had not found the TV remote control since Mo had used it as a sex toy. Michael was everywhere no matter which channel she turned to. Every single channel was showing the statement Michael gave to the media last night. She sat and watched as the statement replayed from the TV.

"I am back, no really I am back..." Souza never heard the end of the speech as the phone rang. She answered the phone, it was Amy; who sounded really excited:

Amy: Souza, I have it figured out. I know what we can do.
Souza: What? Do? When? Where? Umm is this Amy?
Amy: Yes it is. Now shut up and listen. I know how we can keep the forum going.
Souza: How? Michael is back, it is all over.
Amy: SHUT UP
Souza: Ooh I love it when your forceful...
Amy: What?
Souza: Sorry, what are we going to do?
Amy: We are going to kidnap Michael and then the forum will get more traffic than Five's fat ass.
Souza: You can't be serious.
Amy: I am serious. And I have it all planned out.
Souza: How? Michael only announced his return a few hours ago.
Amy: Just listen you stupid bitch. We kidnap Michael and our forum gets 'exclusives' from him.
Souza: But there is no hoax in that.
Amy: For fucks sake there was no hoax in the dog autopsy but you printed that shit.
Souza: True, and some fell for it.
Amy: I'll call you when I need you.
Souza: I always need you, no make that want.
Amy: What? Oh forget it.

Meanwhile, at Bumkolo Mom's house, Bumkolo was surfing his usual gay porn, seeing if he recognized any of the men that were on his screen. The AOL message came up "You have male". It was an email form Souza:

Hey Kolo

Amy just called and she said something about kidnapping Michael. I don't know what to do. Oh and I was thinking maybe you should see if Henda is interested in you. He likes sweaty men and the taste of fish, so you two should hit it off.

There is a rumor going around that I shot Mo. Don't believe it. I have already been on MSN and told a few people that John Smith did it. LMAO. Have to love bringing that name up to cover our asses. I did do it but nobody needs to know that.

Souza

Bumkolo sat back, he hadn't thought of Henda in that way but now the idea had been planted he liked the idea. He thought about emailing Henda but he couldn't leave his gay porn long enough.

Then another email arrived, this time from Amy, Bumkolo wasn't going to read it but the subject read "Important - Kidnapping Michael".

G'day Kolo

I spoke with Souza and Plan C is a go. Get your ass to the JFK airport by 12:00 midday. Get Michael. As soon as you have him call me.

Amy

Bumkolo thought about it. The JFK airport was 2 hours away, and it was only 9:00AM, so he had time to surf a little more gay porn. Some guy caught his eye, he kind of looked like Henda, so he reached for the jar of Vaseline. Damn it was empty. He'd have to make do with his Mom's arthritis cream.

Meanwhile in Australia Amy was looking around her home office. It was a little scary being there alone. Her husband had left her a couple of months ago. But as she sat there she looked at the thousands of pictures she had printed and put on the wall. They were all Souza.

Peace.