Chapter 4
Sting and Stewart looked at each other, their faces etched with worry. They knew that they couldn't let Andy go back to the cult.
"Andy, listen to me," Sting began, his voice low and urgent. "You don't have to do this. You're not responsible for their beliefs or their actions."
Andy looked at his old bandmate, his eyes filled with confusion and fear. "I don't know what else to do, Sting. They won't stop until they have what they want."
"Again, you don't have to do this." Sting repeated. "I know, but what choice do I have? They'll just keep coming after me." Andy replied, his voice shaking.
"Stew, any ideas?" "I've got one, Sting," Stewart replied, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Let's give them the song. But not the song they want. We'll write something that will lead them on a wild goose chase."
"How do you suggest we do that?" Andy asked, his voice filled with scepticism. "You're the one who's been through this, Andy. You know what they're looking for," Sting replied.
"Alright, let's hear it then," Andy said, sitting down at the piano. He closed his eyes and began to play, his fingers dancing across the keys. The music was haunting and melancholic, a far cry from the uplifting anthem the cult was hoping for.
Sting and Stewart listened intently, their eyes widening as they realized the impact of Andy's composition. It wasn't just a song; it was a portal to another dimension. The notes resonated through the room, causing the walls to vibrate and the air to thicken with anticipation.
"Oh my God! How is this possible?" Sting exclaimed as he watched the dimensional rift open up in front of them. The air around them seemed to thicken, and they could feel the energy pulsing through their veins.
"I don't know, Sting! I just wrote what came to me!" Andy replied, his voice shaking with fear.
The three of them watched in awe as the dimensional rift grew larger, pulsing with an eerie light. They could hear strange noises coming from the other side, like the screeching of unearthly creatures and the echoing of alien languages.
"What do you think we should do?" Andy asked the two of them, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of strange noises coming from the rift. Sting and Stewart exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with determination.
"We have to close the rift, Andy. They're not from this world, and they don't belong here," Stewart replied. "How are we supposed to do that?" Andy asked, his voice trembling with fear.
"We have to enter this portal I guess." Sting suggested. "But what if they're not just aliens?" Andy replied, his voice trembling. "We have to take that chance. We can't let them destroy Earth." Stewart said, his voice filled with determination.
The three of them took a deep breath and stepped towards the rift. As they crossed the threshold, they felt a strange sensation wash over them, as if time and space were warping around them. The air grew thick with the smell of ozone and burning metal, and the noise of the rift reached a deafening crescendo.