Ringo, full of fear and worry, look around the pitch black room. For a few seconds, he saw  nothing but black as screams and cries sang a very loud and painful song in his head. In fact, he was so terrified that he actually couldn't make out who was crying and who was screaming. The blue eyed Beatle felt like he was in the middle of a scene from a horror movie.

"What's going on?!" Ringo thought to himself as sweat began to run down his forehead.

Thankfully, his eyes didn't take long to adjust to the dark. But when he looked around, he saw an absolutely heart wrenching sight. First, he noticed that his mates were strapped up to tables. Second, he learned that it was the two younger Beatles crying. Lastly, and most notably, he saw that John looked dramatically different.

"My Sweet Lord..." Ringo thought to himself as he shook his head, too much in shock to even speak.

John looked like a monster. He had two long eye stalks on his forehead accompanied by many small eyes on his face, some covered up by his new whiskers. Light brown blubber replaced his once fair skin and his limbs were now walrus flippers. Lennon, who's mind was damaged from the stress he's body just went through, opened his mouth and let out a sound that was half-human and half-walrus, bearing his new giant tusks all the while.

Starr couldn't believe it. He wanted to cry, but a part of him was still too shocked to do anything. He couldn't speak, cry, or even think in this dark moment. Snapping out of his trance, Ringo heard a voice that wasn't Paul's nor George's. It was one of the scientists.

Thinking quickly, he raced to the darkest corner of the room and sat there, hugging his knees and covering his mouth so he wasn't breathing too loud. All he could do is listen to what his scared little brothers had to say.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!" George screamed at the top of his lungs, tears running down his cheeks.

Dr. Tobias ran his hand through his curly black hair, then explained, "Well, we tried to give John Lennon perfect vision. But we must have done something wrong..."

The shorter and fatter scientist butted in, "Nonsense! We never get anything wrong, Patrick!"

"You're correct, Richard! It must have been something in John's body that made him look like this!"

"Try it on the other two! Then we'll know what's happening!" 

The two younger Beatles begged and screamed for mercy, not wanting to be treated like lab rats in this twisted experiment.

"Come on, now. We're trying to help you." Dr. Tobias cooed as his partner filled a long needle with glowing green slime.

"But your NOT going to help us! You're just going to turn us into something like John!" Paul cried. The Beatle in question could only moan, he had no humanity left in him.

"Oh quit your whining, if this works it will be the cure all of the century!" Dr. Himmel snapped, preparing to inject the youngest Beatle with the mysterious serum.

George, knowing what was about to happen, began to sob loudly, "Please, don't do it!"

"SHUT UP!" Richard ordered with a shout as pressed the sharp needle into George's stomach. Almost instantly, pain shot through Harrison's body. He started to scream bloody murder as tears of pain and sadness rushed out his eyes. Since his legs and arms were strapped to the table, couldn't even kick his legs as bright yellow and orange lights grew all over his shaking body.

Ringo had to close his teary eyes. He couldn't look at the sight of his best friend becoming so disformed. He felt his heart crack with every scream from George or sob from Paul, who was just as upset as Starr was from Harrison's pain.

Than out of the blue, the screaming stopped. Surprisingly, that was more frightening than the cries of pain moments ago. The screaming let Ringo know that his little brother was still alive. But when it's quiet, uncertainty fills the air. Slowly, Ringo opened his eyes. He was expecting George to look different. But he wasn't expecting what he saw, at all.

George looked horrible. Yellow and orange feathers were all over his body, his mouth vanished, his pupils were white and his sclera in both eyes were pitch black, and his stomach was an eye-sore. His stomach stretched outwards, and shocking, there was a mouth on it with thousand of sharp teeth inside. And if it couldn't get any worse, he had a dozen legs. Four were incredibly short, but the others were longer than before.

Ringo closed his eyes. He couldn't even look at George. He wanted to remember his friend as the way he was before, not like this. But the worst part was that he couldn't cry for him, because Ringo was too scared to even make a peep. If he makes a sound, then those crazy scientists would know he's here and God only knows what they would turn him into!

"WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO HIM?! YOU MONSTERS!!" Paul screamed, sobbing harder than ever.

But the scientists tuned him out, "Patrick, get another needle. Even if we did something wrong, we can't let McCartney leave. He'll tell the press."

Dr. Tobias raced to get another needle full of the same serum. As he was doing it, Paul began to scream. He was horrified of becoming something like George and John. But his cries fell on deaf ears as he walked up to Dr. Himmel and passed it to him. Instantly the dreaded green slime was injected right into the bassist's arm.

Starr watched in horror as Paul's transformation began. The doe eyed Beatle screamed as pain raced through his veins. John, who had no idea what was happening, seem to scream along side with him. He made his half-walrus sound as wings grew in Paul's back.

However, George was hauntingly quiet. Not a word. His mind just as ill as John's, and he was scared of the sound of Paul's glass-breaking screams. So he stayed as quiet as a mouse.

After five long and haunting minutes, the screaming stopped. Ringo, he was shaking at this point, was heartbroken at what Macca had became. The former "Cute Beatle" looked the worst out of the three.

"There, now are legacies are safe!" Dr. Himmel grinned.

"Wait, but what about the fourth? He might be onto us after all that screaming they did."

"We'll worry about that Ringo Starr later. Until we can perfect the GBEM-70, we'll keep the other ones here," He assured Dr. Tobias.

Paul, now just as mindless as his bandmates broke right out of his straps and flew out the open door. "Ah!! We can't let him get away!"

However he was too far to catch up, soaring high into the dark night sky. "DAMN IT! WE LOST HIM!" Dr. Tobias pulled at his black curls.

But as he was letting out steam in the main room, Dr. Himmel was trying to keep Harrison from leaving when he broke out too. But as George was squirming around, the mouth on his stomach bit the scientist on his own round belly!

As he screamed in pain and rushed to first aid, the youngest mutant Beatle broke free to follow after his bandmate. Harrison crawled on his hands and many legs out of the room and was able to crawl outside without anyone noticing, since the scientist was still to angry to even see straight. But when he finally noticed, he had smoke coming out of his ears from how angry he was.

"THAT LITTLE PIECE OF SHI-"

"PATRICK! Watch your mouth! Besides, we still have Lennon." Dr. Tobias exclaimed from the other room, John meanwhile looked as confused as ever, emitting a low moan.

The other scientist felt hope raise in him as he rushed back into the dark room. When he was in there, he quickly got another needle from the table and put in John's forehead, which made him feel asleep. "Best we keep an eye on this one, and catch that fourth Beatle."

"And I have just the containment for him." Smirking, the duo dragged the unconscious Beatle into a glass chamber. Once they were gone, the heartbroken Ringo Starr finally stood up and rushed out of that bloody building through the window.

Once he was finally out, the poor drummer was finally able to sob for his friends. "My.. My poor brothers.." He wept as he sulked back to the hotel.