A Thousand Suns

Chapter Thirteen- Iridescent

"We can stop here for tonight... if it isn't night already that is." Brad said to everyone. They had gotten a very long way from where they were before and needed to rest and it seemed like the big building they found was the only place they were gonna find for a while. The green fog everywhere made it hard to really see anything. It blocked the sun and the moon, but from what the time said it was night.

They stepped inside the building and saw that it was some kind of church. There were stained glass windows at the top of the wall in front of them and a small stage where the priest would be. Brad wanted to laugh, because this didn't seem like the place they fitted with. These guys have killed so many people that staying in an old church building, that they technically destroyed, seemed like the worse sin out there. What were they supposed to do here? Ask God for forgiveness? That wouldn't work. Well, maybe it'll work for Chester since he was basically forced into all of this, but not with the other four. They were for sure going to Hell once they died.

Either way, they were there. They would have to sleep on the uncomfortable chairs that this place had to provide but it was better than sleeping outside in all that fog. Lucky them there wasn't any in here. There was nothing but clean, colorless air and creamy white walls around them. Strange, the church actually looked untouched. And it'll be perfect for right now.

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Mike was walking towards the direction the tracker said that Chester and the guys went. He was in tears. He couldn't believe that they left him. He thought they were all gonna make it better. That they would rebuild the whole world together and be happy once again. He thought they would let the past go, and continue on in life as if none of this stuff ever did happen. That's what seemed like was gonna happen. Why did they leave?

He needed Chester right now. He needed to hear that sweet, innocent sounding voice and see that bright, shining, angelic face. He needed to lay down and get wrapped into Chester's strong, comforting arms and put his head on his chest to hear his soothing heartbeat, so he could fall asleep and forget about everything. He needed a loving kiss to wipe all the tears away.

He needed to see his friends too. He needed to see Brad give him a judgemental look whenever he fucked up something majorly bad then laugh at it. He needed Rob who would try to say something encouraging and help make him feel a bit better when he's down, even though Rob would rather be alone somewhere. He wanted to sit down with Joe and play a video game, even though there's no electricity anymore from what it seemed. Then Dave who would probably try to pull a prank on him and start a big prank war between everyone. Those were the old days, and he wanted them back.

Why did I go and fuck everything up? Mike wondered to himself. That's why they left me... that's gotta be why...

Maybe, Brendon's right. I am insane. I killed everyone and now my sweet angel's suffering from it. All my friends... They hate me now do they? God I wish he would just come and kill me already, or whatever that mother fucker's gonna do.

The creator of the defyers... where could he be. Watching him somewhere probably, waiting for the time to strike. Or maybe he's not watching. His friends are probably doing it for him. Mike would make the guys do something like that. Hell, he has made them do something like that. The creator's not like me though. He actually likes doing things himself.

FUCK!!!!

He looked forward and saw that the fog hadn't cleared up any. Or was it smoke? Did it matter? Either way, it was blocking him from seeing anything a foot from him. If it wasn't for the tracking device giving him directions and showing that he was on the right track, he would be totally lost right now.