WereBlubber 2: When Hunger Strikes

Chapter One

"I can't believe in just a week it's going to be a whole new year, and in exactly two months I'll be turning twenty-five." George remarked as he stared out the window. Pretty snow was falling down, blanketing Liverpool in what looked like a thick, white blanket.

"It's not as cold as it looks out there, I say we go to the park. Maybe we'll run into John sledding with his son out there." Pattie smiled, sitting next to her husband, a mug of hot cocoa in hand. "I also want you to try this cute new tuque I bought for you."

George was smiling away, although at the back of his mind the vision of his nightmare was still haunting him.

"I will, just give me one more moment to enjoy this. It's not every day we can just look out the window, just the two of us all snug in the living room watching the snowfall."

Sipping on the cocoa, Pattie watched her husband idly enjoy the snow, even though he was smiling, Pattie could see that the nightmare was still shaking him a little. "Georgie? Do you need to lie down?"

"Huh? Oh Pattie, it's not like I can have the same dream twice in one night." The guitarist seemed to have read her mind.

"But you had it four times over this last week. That isn't normal." During the years Pattie had started to learn more about the supernatural, in case something were to come up again. She was certain this was a sign of bigger things to come. "We should probably see an expert about this."

"Like who? Owen? It's probably just a bit of anxiety from everything that happened, it'll fade with time. It wasn't that long ago since it happened."

"There's two things: One; It's been two years since it's happened and you are still having these nightmares and two; Owen's behind bars for life, remember."

"Yeah, good point." George sighed, walking over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot cocoa as well. The Beatle figured some music would help with his tenseness, so he turned on the radio, one of his penned songs playing while the milk boiled. "Now if only I could get one of my songs to make the A side of a single." He joked, humming along to his song.

All of a sudden the song was interrupted by the news station. "Famed musician and lead Beatle, John Lennon has recently gone missing from his Kenwood mansion. The police have no leads at the moment aside from a single bit of fabric caught on the gate, until he returns his family will stay away from their home."

"He's been what!" George yelled, nearly dropping his cup.

However the radio didn't answer his outburst, instead transitioning back to the music station. George sighed, he couldn't believe this could even happen to one of them.

"I heard that right? John's been kidnapped." Pattie said.

"Yes, he has. Either some people are still not over his bigger than Jesus remark or some really obsessed fan wants him to stay with them forever. Or...No, that would be impossible."

The blonde model knew what he meant, but didn't want to result in another long string of denial. "Well wherever he is, I do hope he's alright."

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When John finally woke up, he was mumbling groggily.

"Morning Cynthia... Wha? Hey this isn't my room!" He squeaked once his eyes were fully open. "Where the hell am I?! Eurgh, smells like a bog too."

He couldn't quite tell where he was thanks to his lack of glasses but the moment he said that statement, he could feel a pit hit his stomach.

"He's finally awake, I knew that spell would work." A voice snickered, it wasn't anyone the auburn haired man recognized. "Of course we'll have to make this quick, with news of you gone making headlines."

"Who are you! Let me go!" John yelled, he struggled against his bonds for a moment before hearing the mystery man whisper something. It sounded like a summoning chant, almost like the one George overheard back when Owen cursed him.

"H-hey! Whatever you plan on doing ya better quit it! Or else a bunch of really outraged fans are gonna come after you!"

"It's not a curse, I'm just going to make sure you don't escape, nighty night!" The mystery man said, watching John grow tired before he fell asleep again.

"Pity it's morning or I would've done it now." The mystery man told themself, shrugging and leaving the hut with the sleeping lad.

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George looked up at the holiday house, he smiled remembering when it got featured in their second movie, even though he moved out, he and the other lads agreed that if anything happened, they would go there.

"It's a good thing Paul and Ringo were able to make it, hopefully either of them would be able to find a lead to where John might have been taken to." He told himself.

The pair were standing at the red door of their holiday home, Paul digging in his pockets for something.

"Of course I forgot the keys. Do you have yours?"

"Ummm... I think I left them in me other trousers. Don't worry, I know how to pick a lock!" Ringo assured his bandmate. He kneeled at the lock for a moment, a small click coming a moment later. "There we go! Now let's go see what George wanted us in for. Said it was big news, I wouldn't know much since our radio was broken."