Brake

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted at him. We were in a new car this time. Good and I were locked in the back seat; Bad was driving like a madman in the front. I could see nothing out the windows.

"Driving." Bad smiled in the rear-view mirror. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You're gonna kill us!" I yelled.

"That's not the intent." He replied calmly. But his eyes shifted from me to Good in the mirror. "At least not yet it isn't."

I looked over at Good, expecting him to be just as worried as I was. But he wasn't. He was sitting completely calm, his eyes closed.

"What are you going to do?" I asked Bad.

"It's not worth the breath if you're the one listening."

"I'm not going to let you fling us into a river or something cute."

"Don't worry," he laughed, "I get my driving skills from you!"

"Now you see why I'm worried?"

"Please, buddy, just let me drive; will you?" He flicked a switch, and a partition rose up and closed off the cab between us. I sat back, and sighed. The windows were covered, but everything was still white. Blinding white.

"I don't know why you even bother with him anymore." Good mumbled, eyes still closed.

"Why do you only ever bother talking after everything already hits the fan?"

"Because I don't feel like interrupting the two of you." He continued without breaking his meditation. "I'd rather the two of you figure it out without me stepping in any more than need be."

"You're helpful."

"You consider yourself to be the mediator," he stated, "do you nor?"

"Yes?"

"Then mediate. I will give my contribution when need be."

"Do you know where he's taking us?" I asked him. He sighed, and finally opened up his eyes to look at me.

"I don't know, but after last time I could imagine that it's nothing good."

"What did I do to make him so pissed?"

"Do you not remember?" He exclaimed. He looked shocked.

"I called him out on his crap." I said. "What about it?"

"You abandoned him."

"I told him to leave me alone..."

"To him, that's abandonment."

"Fine, can't he get over it?"

"You're trying to rationalize the irrational."

"I'm tired of this 'not being in control of what goes on in my own head' shit."

"Get over it." He said with a faint smile, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aren't you supposed to be the helpful one?" I glared at him.

"Regardless, we'll figure out what he's planning when we get there. He's not that creative."

"What did you say about me?" Bad's voice squeaked as he cracked open the partition.

"Oh nothing," Good answered, "I was just calling you a highly intelligent and formidable brother in mentality."

There was a silence that hung in the air. I couldn't tell if Bad was ignoring us, or trying to formulate an insult.

"Where are you taking us?" I asked him once more.

"Why does it matter?"

"You're kidding, right?" Good snapped.

"I know a place out in the woods that I think you two will really like." His voice echoed. "It's nice and quiet, and isolated too!"

"What are you thinking Bad?" Good empathized. "If you want to tell us off about what happened last time, just say it for Christ's sake."

"No."

"Oh come on. Just tell—."

"I said 'no' God damn it!" Bad hissed, whipping the car to the right and flinging both of us towards the door. "I'm tired of you two. I'm tired of the way you treat me. I'm tired of the way that you two listen to the words that I say, and then twist and maim them so that they fit into the molds that only you want to hear! I'm through with it! I'm taking you two out here to teach you a God damned lesson!"

After he sharply inhaled, the partition raised back up and cut the silence in the car. 

"Should we be worried?" I asked Good.

"Well," he started, with a still look on his face, "I think so considering that he came out of your head."

"You're really not helping right now."

"This is my way of helping."

"I liked it better back when you were less of a dick."

"Well if I'm not enough of a dick, you listen to him!"

I breathed to retort, but I held my breath before releasing it.

"You keep trying to find a sound reason as to why Bad does the things that he does. I know that doing that makes all of this easier to understand, but sometimes you just can't." 

"If I could, I could know what he wants to do next before he even starts to speak."

"That would be pretty great, now wouldn't it?"

"So then why are you chastising me for trying in the first place?"

"Because I like to think that by now, you would have learned."

"Learned what?"

"Learned that there is no learning him." He assured me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "We can say who he is, and what he might do, but if he comes out of your head, he's going to be unpredictable."

"Could he at least stop? And give us a break from him?"

"The car that he drives through life has no brakes."

The car finally came to a halt, and another small rack appeared at the top of the partition.

"We're here boys!" Bad shouted as he climbed out of his door and slammed it behind him. Good's face quickly twisted.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I don't have a good feeling all of a sudden."

The door next to him swung open, and there was a blinding white light that grabbed him and pulled him out of the car. The light then came for me. But in the moments before the light drenched me, I could see a lake outside the door.