Paul Is Missing

The Kidnapping

'Tick, tick, tick, tick.'
Ringo tapped his foot to the rhythm of the clock and he sat on the couch. George was eating a sandwich. John was on his bed, sleeping, and Paul was watching the news next to John. John started to snore. Paul put a pillow over John's head. "Stop snoring John! You sound like a pig!" Paul yelled in frustration. John lifted up the pillow. "Well I can't help it if I snore, at least I don't snore as loud as Ringo!" John sat up. "Hey!" Ringo shouted from across the room. "Well it's still annoying me. I haven't gotten any sleep in about a week thanks to you two!" Paul replied. "Don't bring me into this," Ringo covered his ears. "What's with you?" John asked.

"I'm just tired that's all," Paul rubbed his eyes and stood up. "I'm going for a walk." Paul grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

It was a cold night and the sky was pitch black. Paul shivered as a gust of wind ruffled his hair. Then Paul realized that he didn't know where he was. "Hello?" Paul called. He tried again. No answer. Paul started to get scared, he's never been lost before. Then everything went black.

Paul woke up in a room that only had one lightbulb hanging over his head. He was in a wooden chair that was very uncomfortable. Then he realized he was tied down. His head was throbbing uncontrollably, 'did I get hit on the head?' He wondered. Paul started to struggle, he needed to get out of that chair because his arms were starting to hurt. 'Was I kidnapped? I need to get help.' He wanted to scream, but he was too scared. Then he heard footsteps come towards the door that was in front of him. Paul froze in fear, his eyes almost popping out of his skull. 'Who could it be?'

Then the door swung open. Three guys with black ski masks carrying guns walked into the room. "Hello Paul McCartney." The ring leader stared down at Paul. Paul started to tremble and couldn't stop. "You're probably wondering why you're here." The scary man said brushing a speck of dust off of his gun. Paul started to nod. "I want to make a deal with you Mr. McCartney. Let's say, a trade." He put his hands behind his back. "You give me 1 million dollars of your money that you earned this year, and I will never bother you again." Paul nodded. "But if you don't give me that 1 million dollars. I will kill you and your friends." The man leaned towards Paul so close, that he could smell the alcohol off his breath. "Do I make myself clear?" "Ye-yes." Paul stammered. "Good." The evil man smiled showing off his yellow teeth.