Paul is death (my version)

Danger

Billy POV

Hmm...it didn't go bad at all, I thought on the way back home. I didn't need McCartney anymore, he was superfluous. "Oh yes, just superfluous" I mumbled while unlocking the gun in my coat pocket.
Until I crossed the street to my house I was often watched curiously, lustfully and insecurely thoughtfully by women who probably wondered if I was really Paul because of the mustache.
With a satisfied look I went into the house and to the cellar door.
I had meanwhile transported him to his house. Stunned of course.
I opened it and saw a huddled pathetic figure perched on the mattress that used to be cute Beatle awaiting redemption.
"It'll all be over soon," I said while he winced and pressed himself against the wall with wide eyes. But first I want to have my fun too" I said with a devilish grin as I undid his pants and enjoyed his screams.
After doing what I wanted to do, I looked deep into his large eyes, which he immediately narrowed, trembling, and whispered. "I don't need you anymore you're superfluous your bandmates think I'm you."
,, YOU WILL NEVER BE ME!!! JOHN WILL KNOW. HE KNOWS ME TOO WELL." the real Paul suddenly started screaming.
"So rebellious right?" I asked, groping for the gun in my pocket. "YOU'RE DOING THINGS TO ME, OTHERS CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE!!!" he yelled, his voice suddenly cracking when he saw the gun in my hand.
"This you wouldn't dare right?" he started to stutter.
,, Oh yes. you know too much I dont need you anymore. So you're going to stay here and bleed to death miserably.
"Bleed to death...?" he asked with tears in his eyes. "Oh yes. what do you think I have this gun for?" I replied and shot him in the leg. He was screaming writhing in pain and I unchained him so he could continue writhing in his agony.