Sunflowers (Not Edited)

Chapter Nine

"Can I ask why you have millions of butterflies in your home?" They had finally managed to group up (Dallon explaining that he couldn't find the house for one reason or another) And Brendon was about ready to doze off when the question was asked.

"They talk a lot. It's nice company." He answered simply, watching the insects hover around. They didn't seem to mind the absence of people as much as Ryan, Dallon, and Brendon did. To them it was just another day of flying and wandering. Brendon wished it could be that simple.

"Why did I bother?" Dallon seemed to mumble under his breath. He looked a bit tired and Brendon caught even Ryan yawning once in a while. They hadn't spoken about what they were supposed to and Brendon assumed it was because they all needed to sleep.

That, or maybe they hadn't meant to speak at all. Just when the thought crossed his mind, Dallon slammed a fist on the table and spoke up. "What the hell are we doing here!? I mean, come on! Everyone's dead!"

Brendon didn't like when people yelled. He also didn't like when fists slammed either. It was hard to like Dallon when he was doing things Brendon disliked.

"The table has feelings too, don't hit it. And lower your voice-yelling's not going to change the fact that we have a huge problem on our hands." Ryan scolded.

"That is the problem! This is on our hands! What are we going to do about it!? In fact, why do we have to do anything about it!?" He lowered his voice to a casual tone; the strange gleam in his eyes almost hidden by the shadows in the room. There were never shadows in Brendon's house, but he was too distracted by Dallon to worry about it.

"Look, whatever the hell's going on, started a long time ago. And I'm saying before bands appeared on the streets and before people grew gills. This is some time ago when we were never even born."

"That's a long time." Brendon said.

Dallon's eyes flickered to Brendon for a little less than a second. "And it's been happening for so long, that we had forgotten it began. If people couldn't stop it then, why do you think we can stop it now?"

"We have something they didn't." Ryan replied, sounding equally eerie.

"Yeah? And what's that?"

"The room."

"How is the room going to help us? It ate your friend and as far as I know, it's going to eat us in a few hours-days-whatever-if we don't figure out how to stop it."

"Right now, we have all the time in the world. As long as we don't enter a couple more times than necessary, then I say we'll have more than a few hours or days."

"Okay. So we have all the time in the world. So what? We could have our entire lives and not know what to do or where to start. We could die not saving the world or die not even figuring out how to save the world. We're fucked."

Ryan leaned back in his chair. He had a serious thinking expression. One which even the butterflies couldn't chase away. Brendon turned to Dallon, checking to see if he too, was thinking. Needless to say, he wasn't. It seemed that Dallon had already thought enough for the day.

"We're all tired, haven't slept in hours, and I have yet to feed my cat. I say for now we sleep and work on this tomorrow morning."

"Can I talk?"

"You don't have to ask before speaking." Ryan reminded him. Brendon didn't respond, though his did pause to take Ryan's words into consideration.

"Um, it's getting dark out. It started getting dark out earlier ago and now it's really dark out. I think the sun's vanishing. Like the people."