The band stepped into the hotel at about quarter past twelve. Paul mumbled something about not feeling well enough to stay up late, even though his best friend Ringo would be there. He walked up to his room very slowly, because his stomach was giving him serious troubles and by the time he found his room and unlocked it, he was ready to collapse.
What he saw sent shivers down his spine.
There was Ringo, lying on top of the blankets, dead. on the rest of the covers, there was a message written in blood, that said, "You're next, Paul" He stood next to Ringo, tears burning down his face. Then he felt so weak that he couldn't stand anymore. He fell to the floor as Nancy came in to fetch something. She immediately saw him and ran to his side, looking desperately into his eyes.
"Paul, what happened?!"
"I...I...lo...love...y-you" he slowly closed his eyes and his breathing stopped.
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Random Beatles One Shots
Fanfiction(I don't do dirty scenes, sorry, but there are mentions of them) Strange one shots keep coming to mind...thought I'd better write them down...so here you are! I take requests! (I do not own the Beatles)
