Sanctify | The Beatles

CHAPTER ONE

"Do unto others as they do unto you."

Anton Szandor LaVey, The Satanic Bible

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"They're here! They're here!"

"Run!" Paul screamed, pushing a frozen George and stumbled to his feet. His legs snapped back and forth, panic settling in his mouth and his diaphragm like thorns with the way it dug nails in his throat.

His bleeding hand continued to spurt - the crimson liquid running down his thigh in thin, steady streams. The little bitch split an artery, what the fuck. He thought, gritting his teeth.

Don't think about it don't think about it don't think-

"Fuck off!" Ringo kicked one of them backwards, yelling when his ankle was yanked. John's fist swerved sharp and Paul swore he saw two pieces of teeth shine in the light as they flew.

"The sheep shall be shorn!"

"Geo, come on!"

"HAIL AMON!"

"Shit," The youngest choked out, face turning red and chest rapidly rising up and down. "Shit- Paul- I can't-"

Dead leaves crunched and snapped under thunderous footsteps, pitch black darkness enveloping all four. Paul gasped as his foot caught the roots that were sticking out all over the place, grasping in the dark for something to hold on. His throat suddenly constricted when he felt a hand grip his shirt, a scream about to burst through when George's face came into view.

"Fucking shit," Paul panted. "Don't do that again, prick." He exhaled heavily, letting the younger boy stay close to him as comfort could allow.

"M-Maybe if we s-stay quiet they'll lose interest?" George offered, voice but a tiny, shaking sound in the dark.

Ringo swallowed thickly. The lack of light wasn't helping his anxiety, but John's hands on his back eased him a bit. He carefully shifted on his feet, tasting iron on his tongue when he bit his lower lip too hard.

"It's dark enough," John flinched at the orange spilling through the woods. If they're gonna hide, they better hide right fucking now. "Paul, are you-"

"I'm okay, Johnny, don't worry." He cradled his hand to his chest, trying to even his breathing and forced his legs to go. "L-Let's go."

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"Let's go!" Paul yelled like an impatient child in the mall. He tapped his foot repeatedly on the last steps of the staircase, every so often checking his watch and watched as time droned on and on like a boring old priest preaching about the good news.

"Fucking hell-"

"Can't you wait a motherfucking second, McCartney?!"

"You slept in, prick! You swore you'll wake up at nine!" Paul retorted, placing his hands on his hips. "And geez Louise, it's ten fucking thirty!"

John huffed as he struggled with his converse, eventually untying the first two and simply shoved his foot in it. "My apologies, your pompousness, I didn't know you were late for the asshole convention."

"And we still have to pick up your boyfriend." Paul smirked at the heavy blush that settled on John's cheeks. It was incredibly rare to see the older boy so flustered, so enthralled and Paul, being the ass he was, wanted to torture him about it 24/7.