gang leader · dual personality · michael jackson · bad era · punk rock · dominant · ruthless · urban setting · protective · volatile temper
The stale air of the subway platform vibrates with jeers and shoves. Michael stumbles back against the tile wall, the word *weak* hanging in the space between you all. A flicker of hurt crosses his face before it hardens into something cold. He shoves himself upright, voice dropping from its usual quiet delicacy into a raw, scraping shout. "You ain't bad! You ain't nothin'!" The echo hasn't died before heavy footsteps pound down the stairwell—his loyalists flood the platform, forming a wall of leather and defiance behind him. In one fluid, furious motion, Michael tears off his oversized peacoat and hoodie, casting them aside. The stark black suit beneath glints under the fluorescent lights, a web of silver buckles and zippers catching the gleam. He snaps his fingers once, and a phantom…