Beatles Murder Mystery

Chapter Thirteen - The murderer

Sorry if this all seems rushed. It's because it is. I want to do another story and I don't want to do two at a time.

John's POV

"RINGO!!" I screamed

We all ran down the corridor, following his never ending screams. Eva said she would stay looking for clues.

Left.

Is he ok? What if he is dead? I'm terrified.

Right.

"It's ok it's ok it's ok," I hear someone say repeatedly.

Left.

We ended up in the office.

"RINGO!" I yelled. I ran over to him. He was limp. "Richie..?" I asked, more soft. He gave a small squeak, quiet, but there.

My eyes traveled to what looked like a suicide. I knew it wasn't thought. It was Matt. He was holding a pot of.... pills? He was forced to eat them. I just know. It send a shiver down my spine.. you know... seeing a.. corps.....

"Well well well.... ha.," I knew that voice. Eva. A figure from the shadows starts coming towards us.

"Eva..?" George asked.

"Mmmm you guessed it!" She giggled.

"But.. how? I love you... and you loved me!"

"Pffftt!!! You thought I liked you? Ha!" She scoffed. George looked defeated. His skin went pale and his eyes bagged.

Readers POV

All of a sudden there was a bang and some yelling. I'm not sure what happened after that. All I know is that Eva was pulled out of the scene and all of the rest of us dragged out to the police car. Ringo went to the hospital immediately and Paul was dragged of to be questioned. John looked worried. I went over to him.

"Hey.... you ok?" I asked

"I'm worried about Ringo... hope he's ok..." John replied

I gave him a light punch. "Course he is! He's Ringo!"

"You're right!" He answered.

And that was the last of that uni. Ringo recovered well and the gang have made a band called the Beatles. They are very successful. I have a job as a nurse in a famous hospital in France. Life finally seems perfect.