Let Me Go

Chapter 12

Holy sh!t this took longer to write than I thought...

WELCOME TO THE END OF LET ME GO!

It's been a ride, I've put The Beatles in peril, made them sick and had them seduced.

That was my favorite part :)

In celebration of me finally updating, it's a double update!

Please tell me what you thought of this story, should there be more like it in the future?

Anyways, without further ado, Let Me Go!

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Mercy’s POV:

I got home, and I immediately knew that I was caught. I wasn’t careful enough, he had seen me leave with Brian. It was game over for me.

I knew that I had many playing cards if I move fast enough. I opened the trapdoor, grabbed the keys and shot down the stairs. The four that could be seen through the glass looked at me, and I grabbed a gun I left on the table down here. “All of you, in the bathroom!” I yelled. “I’m getting caught tonight, but I’m making sure I have playing cards.”

As soon as I said that, they all looked like it was Christmas. “We’re getting out?!” John exclaimed.

“Not if I can help it!” They went into the bathroom, when I added “All but Paul.”

“Why?” Paul questioned.

“You’ll figure out why!” I yelled, trying to rush. They listened, and I grabbed my handcuffs, putting one around Paul’s hand as usual. “We’re taking a trip,” I told him, relocking all the locks on my way out. I dragged him to the bathroom.

“Why am I taking a shower at a time like this?” he asked.

“You’re not,” I told him. I went into the shower, and it took me a second to find the lose tiles on the wall. I pulled it open, and there was my little cage. It was almost airproof, except a little hole. It may be hard to breathe, but it’s not me being locked in there. It’s also nearly soundproof.

I put the other cuff around his other wrist and shoved him in. “Is this safe?!” he yelled.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” I said, slamming the cage door and the tile one. Now, if they don’t make me a deal within 48 hours, Paul will surely die.

I got out, and the other three asked “What’ve you done with Paul?”

“I hid him,” I answered. I made them look away as I took the key from my necklace and went to a secret box. The key on my necklace opens the trapdoor and this box. I threw the other keys in it and hid it under a loose floorboard. Now, they’ll be completely lost.

I dashed upstairs, locked the floorboard and put the carpet over it just in time for my door to the kicked open, I quietly shut the closet door as I heard them come through house, searching for me. They probably think I’m dangerous. I snuck into my living room and waited for a second before they turned. “Hello boys,” I greeted. “Took you long enough.”

Police Cap.’s POV:

As soon as we called the girlfriend’s (and one wife) of the victims to tell them we caught the kidnapped, they flooded into the station, one with a small child. “Where is she?!” They demanded to know.

“The other officers are still collecting her, we ask you to please be patient.” I told them.

As soon as they returned with her in handcuffs and no Brian or Beatles, it raised questions. “Where are they?” the girls screaming, holding back tears.

“You’ll never find them!” she screamed back. “Not without my help!” I took note that the other officers were still gone, searching the house probably.

We threw her in the interrogation room, and she sat down as if she owned the case. If what she says is true, we might have to make a deal with her before they die.

I entered the room and she remarked “You have 48 hours.”

I stared at her. “Excuse me?”

“I put Paul in a special place. If he doesn’t get out in 48 hours, he’ll surely die of suffocating.”

I stared at her and she stared back.

“Let the 48 hours begin.”