[ WP ] A man with a time machine becomes a wealthy kingpin in the past by selling ideas and inventions from the future .

I originally wrote this as a response to a different prompt, but it works here as well: 
 
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 `` No! I wo n't go back!'' I screamed. 
 
 `` We've come for you, Paul,'' one of them stated. 
 
 The time police found me. They've found most of my friends, but had n't yet been able to corner me. I suppose they're getting desperate now, barging into a speech I was giving at the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts, to the graduating class no less. That's brazen and unprecedented. Surely someone will get documentation of it this time. No, they ca n't have thought it through. 
 
 At that point, the class stood up, and every single one presented a time police badge. All the'reporters' and'staff' presented their badges as well. They played the long con. 
 
 One man in particular stepped forward. 
 
 `` You had it good, Paul,'' he began. `` You and John devised a great plan. Time travel is tricky, but you made a huge profit on it. You made it a lot further than John, did n't you?'' 
 
 He knew everything. 
 
 `` You came back with the magazines and catalogs,'' he continued. `` You took the songs as your own. Brought in the other guys. You were real geniuses.'' 
 
 He smirked the cunning grin of a satisfied law officer who caught his man. 
 
 `` Chas had the right idea you know. He dropped out, lived a quiet life, stopped taking advantage of the kids that now stay at home. The songwriters from which you lot stole your material. Remember when we poisoned Stuart in 1962, in Hamburg? He was the first, that should've been a warning. But you guys did n't listen. You continued ruining the lives of talented and creative young artists. You kept going for eight more years. Then, then,'' he sounded exasperated, `` you all began this solo career nonsense. Ten years later, we killed John. Our assassin was caught, but we covered it up pretty well. It took us longer to get George you know. Our first assassin failed, but we got him in 2001, made it look like an illness and everything. 2015 is your year Paul.'' 
 
 `` Can... can I go back with you to face charges?'' I asked, not wanting the fate of my friends. 
 
 `` You've been tried in abstentia,'' the agent said as he drew his pistol, and fired into my neck. 
 
 I collapsed, lay dying, and was surrounded by them. As I slipped away, I got the last bits of conversation. 
 
 `` Richard and Pete next?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, Pete's career never took off, but he still stole those songs.'' 
 
 `` Right, Richard's career kinda fizzled after the band broke up.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, but I wrote'Octopus's Garden', not him!''
