I'll get you

Chapter 8

They had just returned to what they had been doing before the man had knocked, when suddenly a loud noise disturbed them. They looked at each other nervously. "Should... should I go check?" John asked, hesitating. Paul shook his head and gestured to keep quiet. John nodded tha he'd understood and slowly stood up, careful not to make any sound. He sneaked to the back of the room, the others following suit.

"What are you doing?" Ringo whispered. John put his finger to his lips and pointed at the wall. Ringo shrugged at looked confused. John stepped forward and looked behind him. The others looked curiously at him. Suddenly a few loud noises of doors being slammed shut sounded in the hall. The noises were coming closer. "Hurry, whatever you're doing!" Paul whispered to John. John turned to the wall again and pushed against it with his hands. The others stood behind him, surprised.

"Help me a bit, will you?" John said, panicking. The others quickly stepped forward and pushed against the wall. It moved, and a space was created. "Further!" John said.

Suddenly the door of the studio burst open and a man ran inside. George gasped. But as you may know, or not, panic and fear make you strong as a bear. He put all of his weight in pushing the wall, as did the others, and the space widened quickly. But the man approached them at a much faster speed.

"Someone, keep him busy." John said through his teeth. "The others, follow me." He disappeared in the space. "I'll go." Paul volunteered. The others had no time to nod before jumping into the space as well.

Paul turned around and immediately let himself fall on the ground. Luckily, because if he hadn't done so he would have been smashed on the head with a rock. The person holding the rock lost his balance, of which Paul took advantage. He grabbed the man's legs and stood up. A scream. The man had fallen against the piano with his head and his eyes were spaced out.

Paul leaned forward at took the stone. He took a moment to look at the man's face. Hadn't he seen it earlier? He knew there was something in his head related to him, but he couldn't think of anything.

He dragged the man to the kitchen, where he took some bread and other possibly needed stuff. He locked the door and placed a chair in front of it. It wouldn't help much if he was going to kick the door in, but any help was more than appreciated.

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Ringo and George were following John. It was so dark you couldn't even see your own hand if you held it in front of your eyes. "Where are we going, John?" George asked. "A safe place." John responded. "I'll tell you when we are there."

"What about Paul?" Ringo asked. "He'll find us. You can't get lost here, there's only one way. And if he doesn't find us in half an hour, I'll go check, I promise." John answered. 'What if he's... well, if that man did something to him?" John stopped abruptly. "Then we have to make sure we're safe and call the police."

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Paul ducked into the space. He didn't know if he had to close it or not, so he just put a guitar that was standing close tot he space in front of it. He turned around, blinded by the darkness. An old fear rised in his mind. He'd never told anyone, but he was scared in the dark. He swallowed and closed his eyes. He tried to breathe steadily.

"They went in here too, there's nothing to be scared of, if something happens to them, no, again. Everything's the same, only I can't see it, dark- darkness doesn't necessarily mean bad things, what have you ever done to displease darkness, it won't do you anything, the others are alright." He whispered to himself as he slowly placed his foot in front of his other foot, in front of his other foot, and so on.

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When they turned around a corner, suddenly a light appeared. The light was dimmed. As they came closer, it shone brighter and after a dozen metres they could see where it came from. A torch was hanging on the wall.

"We're almost there." John announced, taking the torch and holding it as far away from his body as possible to not burn himself.

Then the tunnel seemed to come to an end. There was another wall in the midst of it, not letting them through. John grinned at Ringo and George's panic. "It's a trick. Look." He pushed against the wall, and it tilted, showing a comfortable room behind it.

"Welcome to your shelter." John said.
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 He didn't dare to walk fast, since he was constantly fearing for falling with all the food in his hands. He'd been walking for quite a while now, and he was becoming more and more scared that John had done something stupid.

Then, suddenly he bumped against something. He almost dropped the food in his hands, but , with some strange movements, managed to drop only one loaf of bread in the floor. He couldn't pick it up, since it was so dark he couldn't even see it.

"Well, how nice." He mumbled. Then his ears caught a sound. He leaned forward, to the wall, and listened carefully. People were talking on the other side.

"Hello?" He said, hoping it was John and the others. The talking stopped, and Paul did a step backwards. He tripped over the loaf of bread, and soon found himself on the floor, food all over him. John, George and Ringo appeared from behind the wall.

"Paul! You're alright!" They laughed. "I thought we'd left you for dead, for goodness sake! You seriously beated that killer?" Paul was still too surprised to answer, so he just let out a shaky laugh.

"What-" Paul started, but he was interrupted by George, who immediately snatched chocolate bar when he noticed the food. "Hey! That's supposed to be... oh, leave it. John, explain." Paul said. John nodded to the food. "That first." They cleaned up the floor and then placed the goods in the room behind the wall. John carefully placed the wall back. They sat down on the comfortably couch, or in George's case, the comfortable chair. They waited curiously.

"I've waited to tell till you were here, because I didn't want to tell this twice." John said. He shifted on the couch and coughed. "So, a few months, years already, ago, when the beatlemania had just started... Brian said to me: 'you need to be able to find a safe place anytime.' And he told me he'd created some kind of bunker, in which we could hide if everything should go wrong. And he showed me this place...which is warm, comfortable, and sound- and water-proof."

"Later, we installed a phone, " John pointed at the phone on the wall", "And we brought some reserve guitars and card games here. The only thing that was missing, was food. We can get water from there. But that problem if solved for now, because Paul was so clever to bring food with him." John smiled.

They had been listening wide-eyed. "That proves again that Brian could look into the future." Paul joked. "So... what should we do now?" George asked. "Call the police?"

"No." Ringo suddenly said. The others looked up surprised. "Why not?" John asked.

Ringo hesitated. He thought about the deal he had with the police officer. He'd keep an eye on the other three Beatles and in return he'd get money and wouldn't be locked up. But... wasn't it clear now that his band mates hadn't killed Brian? Ringo suddenly got very angry at the officer. Why'd he have to make life so much more difficult than it already was? He didn't want to contact the police, for the reason that he was afraid to face them again. But that was stupid fear, he knew it. The priority right now was to get out of there safe and get that murderer locked up.

"Oh, nothing." He said, shrugging it off.  The others kept watching him, making him feel uncomfortable. He inhaled to say something, but hesitated and stayed silent. "You can tell us, if something's wrong, you know that." George said.

Ringo nodded. "I know. Just... let's call the police then." God, he hated that police officer.