LOVE: Parts I and II

by PoetAnderson

An unlucky star nomad, named Wander, is given hints about the future through dreams. These dreams become reality. Both Sylvia and Wander run out of Orbbal Juice and it is their job to hang low and not be seen by Lord Hater and his minions. Will they escape? Will Hater capture them and torture them? Story is based on a double album called LOVE by Angels and Airwaves.

10. Soul Survivor

"Wander, it's time," a deep and chilling voice called out to him. "Wake up, Wander. Wander, wake up!"

The star nomad's eyes opened up quickly, resulting in blurry vision which soon faded away into normal eyesight. His body rose up from laying flat on what seemed to be nothing. Was he floating? Or was there really something underneath him? The orange traveler got back up on his two feet and looked around. His pupils scanned across the sea of black to find absolute zero clues on how he got there in the first place.

Sylvia, his trusty steed was missing. His head bolted from left to right.

"Sylvia!?" Wander shouted. His voice returned to him.

Faint and eerie noises sounded and echoed around him, as if he were in a gym with people talking. The occasional tunes played whenever it grew too silent. Wander began to walk, wanting to at least get somewhere! His hands were pressed against something, trying to feel and see if anything would turn some lights on or get him out of that dark place. Feet rubbed against the black floor which made that familiar squeaking noise when treading on it.

"Where... am I?" Wander questioned his surroundings. His voice echoed and faded away like the noises that were heard. The eerie feeling of being watched overcame Wander's senses and he began to run. No matter how fast or how far he ran, nothing was visible. And those voices and noises never went silent.

"Closer."

That same chilling voice chimed. It sent chills up and down Wander's spine, causing the nomad to stop dead in his tracks.

"Don't be afraid."

The wandering nomad continued forward and tried to gather some sense on why he was being lead.

"Who are you?" Wander asked aloud, looking up. No response.

Neon lights raced across the sea of black, disappearing. The bright lights raced across the blackness, shining bright, but the blackness swallowed up the light that it was emitting. Wander's eyes glued on these lights, fascinated by the strips of radiance. He followed them until they disappeared, and when they reappeared, he would chase them down. The intentions of these lights were to have him follow them, leading him into an upcoming room that was filled with objects that would affect him greatly. What could they be?

Who was talking to Wander and where was it leading him?