The concert had finished without any more problems and had went back home. Now I was having dinner, but I still had that bad feeling in my heart. I started to get worried. Everytime I had this felling something happened, but it was Andy I was talking about! He had his band mates, security guards and was a tough guy. He even continued a show after he just broke his ribs! He’d be okay. I just have to relax and go to sleep…

I went to my bedroom and watched some TV, that bad feeling already had disappeared, so I just forgot about all of that and went to bed. I chanced into my Pucca Pjs and got comfy under my covers. Soon the sleep had claimed me.

I was walking down a street.
It was empty and silent, the only sound were my footsteps.
The sky was clear, the stars shining and a full moon lighting up my way.
Suddenly, I heard a sob and a painful sigh.

“Me…” I heard a very low voice say. I stopped, paying attention “H-help… me” I heard again and started running, trying to find the right direction. “Help…” I heard again and followed the voice.

When I finally reached it, my heart sunk and I almost screamed.

In front of me, laying motionless in a pool of his own blood, was Andy.

I quickly recovered from the shock and ran to him. “Andy!! Andy!!!” The blood was flowing in large amounts from a little wound on his stomach. His skin was too pale, his lips were turning almost purple. I held his hand; they were ice cold “Please, wake up! Andy!!” I started crying and, as my tears fell on him, he slowly opened his eyes.

“Help… me…” He repeated and gave his last breath

I woke up in a jolt, sitting on my bed. I was trembling, sweating and shivering like crazy, that dangerous feeling came back, stronger that before. I knew it! I fucking knew it! Now I was really worried and scared. What the hell was that?!

I took my cell phone and the numbers were screaming 3:45 a.m. I thought about it and remembered that in L.A. was 6 hours earlier. 21:45.

I layed back again while trying to calm my breathing down, that was coming in short pants. I knew if I was anxious, worried or scared the astral projection wouldn’t work. I knew it by own experience from my first tries. Finally, after a few minutes, I did it.

As soon as I was out, I concentrated on Andy. His face, voice, all of him and jolted like a lightning bolt towards the feeling of Andy. As I approached, the bad feeling in my heart also increased. I stopped in front of a street identical of my dream’s vision, but any sign of Andy. Just them I realized my clothes.

Instead of my PJs, I was wearing knee-length black leather laced boots, black ripped shorts, spiked black leather belt, a BVB tank top, a short leather jacket rolled up to elbow length and fingerless black leather gloves. In my chest was resting a huge cross necklace and my black wings were out.

I noise startled me and I notice that in front of me, taking all the quarter, there was a bar or club, and, coming out from the door, was Andy. I sighed relived. He was okay! Well, for now, ‘cause as the time passes, the feeling increased.
Andy walked away and stopped at the left corner by a streetlight, took a cigarette, lit it and took a drag. He closed his eyes let out the smoke, creating a white cloud around his face. He had a very tired looking.

From where I was standing at I saw through my peripheral vision a shadow. Turning my head to the right, I realized and standing with the back against the wall to my right, was a man dressed all in black. I approached him and noticed that that man was the hater from earlier, but what really made my blood run cold was the little shining object in his hand.

That man was holding a fucking gun!!!

That time all the memories of the dream came back. Oh. My. God. That was a bullet wound! And if I don’t do anything Andy’s going to die!

I flew as fast as I could towards the distracted Andy “Andy!! MOVE! MOVE!!!” I hopped he’d listen to me or feel me just like happened to Jinxx, but he’s such a hard head! “RUN ANDY! GODDAMN IT! RUN! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE IF YOU DON’T”

He seemed not having the slightest idea about the danger his life was in. I looked back and saw that the man had Andy at gunpoint. I become desperate and everything seemed start moving in slow motion. I had to make a decision and my brain was working furiously. I had no time; the man was going to shoot. That’s when I knew what to do.

I remembered that Jinxx might have felt my touch on his shoulder because I wanted him too with all my heart. I wanted to console him. I used all my energy, my fury, my love, my fear, my admiration, my hope to make me as solid as possible to make Andy stumble and dodge the bullet.

Then I ran to him. And bumped into Andy.

But also passed through him. That’s when I heard the gunshot.

I looked back in panic thinking I might have had not enough power to save him, but sighed relived and I saw him on his knees with any injury, as if he had just tripped… yesh! I MADE IT!

He looked back in shock and jolted up running as he saw the man a gun pointed at him. He quickly turned the corner and the hater started running, trying to catch his gazelle legs.

OH NO! THIS FUCKER IS GOING DOWN! I thought.

I reunited all my emotions again and passed right though him too, making him fall on his back on the way. I turned around and stayed in front of him in case of I need to attack again. He stood up looking dizzy and groggy, his free hand holding his head. His gaze crossed my furious one and he freaked out.

I think he hit his head too hard ‘because he started running in the opposite direction screaming bloody murder “Demon! Demon!” He run into the street and didn’t realize the car coming at high speed.

The crash was inevitable. There was a sickening crack as his bones broke and he went flying until hit the opposite wall. His body hanging over his broken neck as his limbs were doing a unnatural position, a pool of blood starting to flow around him.

I turned around not wanting to look anymore and met a scared Andy. His eyes wide open looking through me at the horrible scene in front of him. His lips trembling and his body shaking.

Just them I realized I was at the opposite side of the accident. Was he looking at me?! Could he see me? I was token from my thoughts as he whispered three simple words:

“What are you?”

Notes

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Title Credit: 'Saviour' by BVB.