Chapter 2

Within that time, Sting and Stewart are wondering where he is. "What happened to Andy last night?" Stewart asked Sting. "I don't know, mate. He seemed a bit distracted during practice.

Maybe he's just feeling the pressure of the upcoming tour. You know how he can be sometimes," Sting replied, trying to downplay the situation.

The days went by, and Andy continued to work on his music, pouring his heart and soul into it. The leader and his followers would occasionally visit him, offering words of encouragement and occasionally sharing some of their own experiences and insights about their journey and their alien origins.

As time passed, Andy began to notice subtle changes in himself. He found himself thinking differently, seeing the world through a new lens. His music reflected these changes, becoming darker, more intense, and deeply philosophical. He was no longer just a musician; he was a messenger, a conduit for a higher truth.

This was the result of a dosage of hallucination drugs such as LSD. His music was becoming more psychedelic and surreal, mirroring the experiences he was having. The leader and his followers seemed to be pleased with the progress, but Andy couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

The leader continued to feed Andy more lies about his purpose on Earth and his connection to the aliens. They convinced him that he was chosen by them for a reason, that he was destined to help them find their way home. They showed him images of his past lives, telling him that he had always been a part of their journey, always been a messenger.

"I will not stop until I find the song to get us home," Andy said in a weary tone, his mind still clouded by the drugs. "But how do I know this isn't all just a hallucination?"

The leader smiled, "You don't. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you believe in us, and we believe in you. Together, we will find our way back to our true home."

"Yes, we will our supreme leader," Andy replied.

Within the next day or two, Andy Summers was completely under the control of the cult. They had him completely convinced that he was part of their mission to find their way back home, and he had no desire to resist. His music had taken on a new life of its own, fueled by the hallucinogens and the desperation of the cult. He spent every waking moment composing, his mind racing with ideas and images from his altered state of consciousness.

Sting and Stewart grew more concerned about him as he became more distant and unreachable. They had no idea what was happening to their friend, but they could sense that something was very wrong. The day finally came for their big concert, but without Andy, they knew it wouldn't be the same. As they took the stage, Sting glanced back at the empty spot where Andy should have been, his heart heavy with despair.

"Where could he possibly be?" Sting couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible had happened to his friend. He had been so close to reaching out to him, but then the phone call had come, and it was too late. Andy had vanished without a trace.

Stewart came rushing into the studio, urging Sting to check out the news on the TV. There, on the screen, was a grainy video of Andy being dragged into the cult's hideout. The leader, who was now identified as a charismatic, yet dangerous man named Xan, addressed the camera, claiming that Andy was the key to their salvation. He spoke in favour of the aliens, of a journey through time and space, and of the music that Andy had been creating in his captivity.

The video went on to show Andy, his face vacant and expressionless, playing a haunting new song that sent chills down the spines of everyone who watched it.

"Oh my God! We must find our friend now!" Sting shouted and shook Stewart rapidly.

The news coverage sparked a media frenzy, with reporters and photographers swarming around the cult's hideout. However, the cult's hideout was hard to find as they were well hidden and had moved often. Despite the efforts of the authorities, they were unable to locate the hideout. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with no sign of Andy or the cult.

Sting and Stewart refused to give up hope, dedicating their lives to finding their friend. They delved deeper into the world of conspiracy theories and secret societies, following every lead and tip they could find. They spoke to experts in the field, poring over ancient texts and declassified government documents.

"I don't care about the tour delays, all that is important is the life of Andy," Stewart said with Sting at his side.

The more they investigated, the more they realized that the cult had infiltrated all levels of society, from politics to entertainment. They discovered that Andy's disappearance was just the tip of the iceberg and that countless others had vanished under similar circumstances. The deeper they dug, the more they uncovered about the aliens and their true intentions for humanity.

"How are those assholes so good at retreating?" Sting wondered aloud, slamming his fist down on the table in frustration. It had been two years since they had seen any sign of the cult or their friend. The trail had gone cold, and every lead they had pursued had turned out to be a dead end.

"We have to keep looking," Stewart insisted, his eyes filled with determination. "We can't give up on Andy." Sting nodded in agreement, but he couldn't shake the feeling of despair that had been gnawing at him for the past two years. They had come so close to finding their friend, only to be met with more dead ends and heartbreak.

Meanwhile, Andy became more tired and fuelled with fatigue due to the extensive hours of songwriting and not exactly producing the actual song.

"We are close, just a little more, our supreme leader is calling out to us," Andy muttered to himself. He had lost track of time, days blending into nights, and nights into days.

Xan had slammed the door wide open, making Andy turn around with a tremble of fear.

"You have done well, my son. The song is almost complete. But we must hurry, for our time is running out." Xan said, his eyes filled with desperation.

Andy looked around the dimly lit room, taking in the other members of the cult who were huddled together, their faces etched with worry and determination. He could feel the tension in the air, a palpable sense of urgency that seemed to permeate every corner of the room.

"I beg you supreme leader; I'd spare my life for you rather than set you all free." Summers said with a tremble in his voice, feeling the weight of the cult's expectations pressing down on him.

"Supreme leader, I hear someone coming." A member of the cult said. "We must escape through this trap door immediately".

The room was quickly emptied, and Andy was left alone. He tried to run, but his legs were weak from exhaustion and fear. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sting and Stewart rushed in. They quickly subdued Andy and dragged him out of the room.