Okay, so I was on deviantart yesterday, and I saw this picture of Beatles looking like monsters and in costumes, and it inspired this.
Happy Halloween!
October 31st, 1968 was when it all began.
It started as a usual day. Paul was the first to arrive at Apple Records, followed by George, John and Yoko, and Ringo. Then the five went in to record a song, and Yoko's presence got them to start arguing with each other. Eventually Mal, Neil, or George Martin stepped in and managed to stop them from killing each other.
So the four tried to record the song again, but Ringo accidentally hit the wrong drum, which irritated Paul, which lead to John saying that it was better that way, so Paul and John began screaming their heads off at each other. After about two minutes, Ringo charged out of the studio, followed by George. Eventually, even Yoko left the fighting rockers alone.
John went after Yoko, leaving Paul in an incredibly irritated mood. George and Ringo returned, so the three did the song without John, so when he came back with Yoko, he became terribly angry and screamed at the three before leaving for the day.
The three tried the song again, but it was difficult without John. Ringo was the first to point it out to the others. "It doesn't sound right."
And Paul responded, "It sounds fine."
"No it doesn't," explained George.
"Told you, Paul."
"It sounds fine; we just need to do a few takes."
George then said something he probably shouldn't have, "Maybe we could get John to come back."
"We don't need him for this song!"
"Yeah, we kind of do.
"No we don't!"
"I'm with George on this one."
"Thank you Ringo."
"Listen, both of you, we don't need him for this song."
As you may have guessed, the three continued to fight with each other. After about ten minutes of constant arguing, George decided to leave for the day as well. He exited the studio, and began to walk home. It was about 7:30 p.m., so the sun had already set to make nightfall appear.
George was pretty upset over the fight with Paul and Ringo (mostly Paul), so he was barely paying attention to where he was going. He knew that he was heading in the right direction, though.
Then he felt something bite his hand.
. . . . . . . .
Back at the studio, Ringo and Paul were still fighting with each other.
"We need John and George's help on the song."
"No, we don't!"
"Ya know what? So long!"
"Where are you goin'?"
"Home."
"You leaving the band again?"
"No, I'll be back tomorrow, or the day after. It'll depend on my mood."
"Fine then. Go!"
"I will!"
So Ringo headed home. Eventually Paul went home himself.
. . . . . . .
George was in extreme pain.
After feeling that bite, he remembered barely anything; all he remembered was collapsing on the ground, being barely able to catch his breath. He remembered dragging himself into an alley next to the sidewalk. He thought a dog had bitten him, but even though his vision was blurry, he could see a man about his age beginning to walk away. George didn't get to see the man's face, but he could see that the man had pure red irises.
He wasn't sure how long he was lying there for, but then he began to hear some voices.
"This doesn't look good."
"Really? I couldn't tell," another voice responded sarcastically.
Then there was a girl's voice. "He's already begun the transformation."
"Again, I couldn't tell."
"Be quiet, Emmett."
"We got to get him out of here."
Then George blacked out.