The Beatles Through History

Chapter 12

John made his way down the pavement of their childhood town in Liverpool. He glance behind him and saw a bobby at the corner pacing in that one little section. As he passed an alley way some one grabbed his arm, he stumbled into the almost dark alley. 

"Well?" He said and stood on one foot.

"Wouold you like to know the reason we brought you here?" A big bulky man asked with a smirk.

"Yes, yes i would." John kept his face straight. 

"Well." The man stood up, he was about 2 feet taller then John. John began to sweat and felt nervous, but didn't express it outwardly.

"Well?" John mimicked.

"You know who we are?"

"Um, two men who want to kill some one." John rolled his eyes.

"Almost the reason," The man grinned and looked at his friend. "He's a smart one."

"I should be." John growled. "Now why do you want me here?"

"Just to get you out of the way."

"Out of the way, of what?"

"Beatlemania."

"Why?" John almost shouted this.

"Your ruining the lives of teens. We want your little band to never of happened."

"What about Elvis, and" John paused to think, "And Frank Sinatra? Why not do this to them?"

"Elvis was bigger then Sinatra, and you are bigger then Elvis. Besides that phase for teens is over."

"Then why did you do this to Paul? Whats RIngo got to do with anything?"

"All of you got to have a role in this."

"What about Paul." John glared at the man.

"What about Paul? He's cuter isn't he? The girls will love him that way."

"When will we go back?"

"Im not so sure when."

"Will Paul be back to normal?"

"Im hopeing to break up that little gang of yours."

"I hope not." John frowned.

"Well...i think we would."

"Huh?" John was confused by this answer.

"John,"

"Don't call me John." John growled.

"What would you like to be called?"

John was silent and contained his position.

"You are the leader, yes?"

"Of course."

"Well, there you go. Your life, or the bands never returning."

"Thats not fair!"

"So be it."

"Wouldnt i be allowed into my child body and continue life the normal way?"

"Yes, but i don't think so."

"Then what will happen to these kids?"

"That little lad, Ringo? Well he wont be here, if you stay, so you would have to stick with Pete Best. But then again, your friend George, he will probably never come through McCartney. You, my friend, will never meet McCartney, because he would hate you."

"And what would cause this, 'hate'?" 

"Looks, a life, i don't know."

"You cant control our lives."