BOOK 3: I Need You

Journey in the Dark 9

The police came and went. We gave them a description of the man, according to John and walked them out. He said that this guy has been in the books for a long time, they thought he'd be dead by now. 

"By the way," Ringo said.

The commander turned to him. "Yes?"

"When was this guy under suspicion? Like years...what'd he do?"

"Well, for one he tried to..." He breathed out. "He is a killer, just wants to go around killing famous people. Thats what we think that is. He was at work during the 60s. In fact the Beatles were his victims. He was put in jail and then he escaped and came to the States. We got this all from Scotland Yard you see. And who he's after, no one knows." 

I swallowed. "Would he kill Paul since he was back in the 60s?"

"How do you know who, or which, one he was after?"

"I...i know." I said.

"Paul..McCartney am i correct." He asked.

"Yes i ment that Paul." I smiled.

"Well he could go after him, John is already dead."

"But it wasn't his plan?" I asked.

"No, that was just coincidence that Chapman killed Lennon."

"But John isn't dead!" Ringo exclaimed.

I had forgotten he was with me. 

The officer chuckled. "You must really be big fans to insist he isn't dead. Well id better go." He put his cap on.

"Okay, good bye officer." I said and he shut the door.

The phone rang and Ringo answered it.

"Who was it?" I asked when he put the phone down.

"Mum, she said shed be home late, 1am."

"What?"

"Thats what she said."

"Did you tell her about Paul?"

"Uh no."

"Oh well, we better get the boys."

We walked out and George came up with his bike.

"Hey you all wanna come on over?" He asked cheerfully.

"Sure. Lets get Paul and John."

"Hows Paul?"

"Better. Much better!" I smiled.

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"Their not in here!" Ringo said coming out of the , now, burnt down hide out.

"What happened do you know?" I asked.

George went over to the door.

He picked up a long white thing and sniffed it. "Its a cigarette."

"Oh dear!" i gasped. "Do...do you think their in there?"

"There know where around. Maybe at your house." Ringo said and pointed a George.

"We can look under the wreckage if there under there." George said.

"We can, but i dout their in there." RIngo said following George inside.

I looked through the door. "Im surprised the fire department didn't see this." I said.

"This couldn't of been to long ago. They like just left like 40 minutes ago. I think." Ringo stated.

I heard foot steps behind me. They were running i turned around.

"What happened?" Maria asked she looked down at the fort.

"John and Paul were smoking in here and burnt it." I said, George and Ringo came out.

"Why cant John listen some times!" Maria said.

George kicked his kick-stand on his bike up and got on. "Don't know, Im hungry though."

"You always are!" Maria exclaimed.

George laughed.

"Im going to look for John and Paul though." He continued.

"Okay, we'll all go." I said and we started off.

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PAULs POV

We ran as fast as we could. They were right behind us, putting on speed. We ran down an alley, John knew were he was heading, and turned into a street. We came up to a wooded neighbor hood, the car was still behind us. 

Another neighbor hood and we ended up facing a dead end. There wasn't another way out. John nudged me and pulled me to a small entrance way. It led into a sewer. Which was quite interesting because i had never been in one. It went for a couple feet and we came up to a light.

"Wait, "John paused and sat down to get breaths. 

"H-hold on. Ill look." I said still had some action in me.

I looked out of the exit. I didn't see anyone, then a car came swerving by, a black one, which was the one chasing us. I backed away into the darkness.

"John their out there." I told him.

He didn't reply.

"John?"

Still no reply.

"John!" I yelled.

I heard a moan and John's voice say. "Im here!"

"Their out there!" I said.

My eyes adjusted and i saw John stand up. He looked around.

"Theres another passage here." John said. "We have to crawl though."

"Can we fit." I asked.

"Yeah, we're thin enough. Lets hope they aren't." He said and started to crawl.

I put my hands on the cement floor. It was wet and cold. Well i should say freezing. But it was better than being killed.