Invasion of Harmony

Chapter 3

"Andy! What have they done to you?" Sting asked, his voice shaking with anger and concern.

Andy looked up at his old bandmates, his eyes vacant and unfocused. 

"They... they said I had to write the song. The one that would set them free." 

He stammered, trying to make sense of what had happened.

"Who are they?" Stewart asked. "I don't know," Andy replied, shaking his head.

"They called themselves aliens, but they were just a bunch of humans who believed they were from another planet. 

They said they were lost in time and needed my music to find their way home."

"I was almost brainwashed to their beliefs and making me one of them." Andy also added.

"We have to get you to a safe place, away from them. 

They might come back for you." Sting said as he helped Andy to his feet.

They both grabbed Andy and made their way back to a nearby cabin, that the two had for extra security measures.

Once inside, Sting and Stewart helped Andy to sit down, and they both examined him closely.

His face was pale, and his eyes were sunken in, but he seemed relatively stable.

"I'm so sorry you guys had to be dragged into this," Andy said with agony.

"Don't worry about that, Andy. We're just glad you're safe." Sting said, trying to comfort him.

They spent the next few days in the cabin, resting and recovering from their ordeal. 

Andy tried to come to terms with what had happened to him, but it was hard to shake off the indoctrination he had undergone.

However, in a shocking twist, the cult had managed to track them down as they had put a tracker on Andy so that they knew where he had been.

"We have come to retrieve our messiah, the one who will lead us to our true home." The leader of the cult said, his voice cold and menacing.

Sting and Stewart looked at each other, their hearts racing with fear and determination. 

They knew they couldn't let Andy fall back into the cult's clutches.

"This messiah ain't for sale creep," Stewart said with sarcasm.

The leader laughed, "Oh, we didn't come here for money. We came here for the completion of our journey. "

"Well, I hate to break it to you pal, but my friend ain't no messiah," Stewart said, his voice trembling with anger. 

"Why do you honestly think a song would set you free?"

The leader of the cult stared at Sting, his eyes narrowing. 

"Because it is our destiny, and Andy is the key to unlocking it." He said, his voice trembling with emotion.

"You're insane!" Stewart shouted, taking a step forward. 

"You can't just kidnap people and expect them to write songs that will magically solve your problems!"

The leader smirked, "Oh, but we have found that music has a way of breaking through the barriers of reality.

It has the power to heal, to inspire, and to change the course of history."

Sting scoffed, "Yeah, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Andy's not some kind of musical messiah. He's just a guy who happens to play guitar."

"No, he is a God to us all and he is the one to make it happen. Right, Mr. Summers?" 

Andy looked up at the leader, his eyes full of fear. 

He knew that disobeying the cult would lead to dire consequences. "I'll try my best, I promise," he managed to say.

The leader nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave the room. The other members of the cult-followed him, their eyes filled with hope.