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What would happen if John Lennon survived the shooting and the shooter was never caught? John and his closest friends must find him before he is killed off for real. can they do it? read and find out! A lot of stuff in this story will be...
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John Lennon and his current wife Yoko Ono had just gotten to their apartment building. After exiting the car, they made their way to the entrance.
"Mr. Lennon?"
After hearing his name, he was about to turn around to see who called him but before he could, he heard five popping sounds and severe pain in his back.
That's when he knew that he had been shot.
He fell and couldn'tgetback up. He thought he was going to die............
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It was about 8:30am the next morning when Paul McCartney had received a call. He was the only one in the house at the time because his wife had driven their kids to school.
He got a call from his manager saying that one of the closest friends he had might die. After the call, Paul was shocked.
"Who would want to kill John?" He asked himself.
Paul picked up his phone and went to book a flight to New York.
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After four hours, Paul had arrived in New York and took a cab to Roosevelt Hospital. Once he got out of the cab, he made his way inside as reporters were trying to get a statement from him, which, he refused.
Inside, he walked into a waiting room and was met by Ringo who had arrived several hours before.
"Ey Ritch. Any news on him?"
"Yeh. They don't know if he'll survive."
"Have you seen him yet?"
"No. Yoko wanted to be in there alone."
"What room number?"
"She didn't tell me.
"Look, she can't keep us out. I'm going to find out what room he's in."
"Paul, I don't want trouble. Doing that would cause trouble."
"We have a right to see him too. Not just her. We've known him longer. I'm going to find out."
"Paul, wait a bit."
"How long? I want to see him."
"So do I. Be patient."
"So, what happened?"
"From what I hear, it happened last night when he got home. The shooter was waiting for him."
"What happened to the shooter?"
"Took off before the cops got there. Cops don't know who he is."
"Figures. So, no witnesses?"
"No. If there are, then they haven't come forward."
"Okay. I waited long enough." Paul said leaving Ringo's sight.
Ringo went over to sit in a chair. He looked out the window right behind him and saw that there were more than a dozen reporters outside, craving for a story about what happened. He himself didn't want to talk to any of the reporters. His days of talking to them were over.
Paul walked in again and approached him. "Got the number. Come 'ead."
Ringo shifted his attention back to Paul. "How do you even know he would want to see us?"
"Because everything was resolved several years ago and he isn't mad at us anymore."
"Okay. But if he starts yelling at us for whatever reason, I'm killing you."
"Fair enough. Now, come on. let's see how he's doing."
