Power

"Oh come on," Bad whined from the back seat, "lemme drive for just a little?"

"No," Good replied for me, sitting in the passenger seat, "you've lost your privileges."

"Oh please," Bad retorted, "it was just one time."

"Yeah," I chimed in, "and that one time almost sent us off the deep end."

"It did send us off the deep end." Good corrected me.

"Yeah but it was fun." Bad commented.

I pulled over the car and put it in park. I turned around to face the back seat, but Good was sitting back there, fast asleep. Bad was now sitting in the passenger seat, glaring at me with a smile.

"You pulled over just for me?" He asked me, placing his hands over his chest. "Oh how sweet of you!"

"Out of the car, now." I demanded, taking the keys out of the ignition and shoving them into my pocket. I got out, and I was met by a white desert. The door from the other side of the car slammed shut.

"There is no way in hell that I'm letting you drive!" I shouted at him.

"Pretty please?" He begged. "With sugar on top?"

"Not after last time!" I yelled once again. I placed my hands on the top of my head, I was tired of him.

"It wasn't that bad last time!" He argued. "And besides. I only took the wheel because neither you nor Good bothered to show up!"

"I was there the entire time! You just ignored me and every time I questioned you, you just pushed me back down to shut me up!"

"Because you were trying to do stupid things, so naturally it was my duty to correct them."

"I did stupid things?" I questioned him. "I did stupid things?! You are the sole reason that we almost never made it past sunset that night!"

"I was trying to fix our mistakes!"

"Please, enlighten me. How it having us get up on a chair and try to choke the life out of myself any way to correct problems?"

"You fucked up massively?" He stated, sitting down on the hood of the car. "Big problems need big erasers..."

"This is why I'm not putting you in charge of driving." I hissed. "Because of that. If it wasn't for Good finally showing up at the last minute, we wouldn't be here!"

"That wasn't me." Good said from the open car door. "I never showed up that day."

I stopped and looked at him. I raised a brow, and he shrugged; Bad laughed.

"But what about that voice?" I asked him. "That voice was the reason I cut it. You mean to tell me that that wasn't you?"

"I had no hand in that. I showed up for the first time in quite a while once you started to turn yourself around."

"So I made up that voice? By myself?"

"This is comedy;" Bad whimpered, wiping a joyful tear away from his eye, "pure gold you two are."

I stopped, and quickly looked back and forth between the two of them. My eyes narrowed, and then finally settled on the one in red.

"You made the voice," I interrogated, "weren't you?"

"How in the hell does that make any sense?" I exclaimed. "I, the one driving the ship down to hell, made the voice that told you to stop? How does logic work in your head?"

"Then where did the voice come from?" I asked the both of them.

"You know," Good began, coming and leaning against the fender, "this may just be your representation of your own head, but this is our life. This is an entire world for us. Bad and I have seen figures around here; we can never see the faces, but we know that we aren't alone out here."

"So I wasn't alone that night?" I asked him.

"I don't think so." He said. "I was gone, and while you were fading and Bad was turned the other way, going mad with power, she must have slipped in and told you to stop."

"So literally none of us know who it was then?" I asked.

"No," Good replied, "but whoever it was, may be right for you. Whoever would think about is like that, enough so that they would keep you from doing that, they might just be the one for you."

"Please," Bad finally chimed in, "spare us with the poetic, internal monologues about butterflies, or whatever the hell you two talk about."

"Zip it," I told him, "and get in the back."

"But I still want to drive!"

"I don't think he was listening to a single word you just said." Good laughed, getting in the passenger seat.

"No," I replied, "he never does."

"Please?"

"I swear," I turned around to tell him, "there is no way in hell that you are ever taking control again. We can't afford for that to happen. I won't let it happen again."

"You are such a buzzkill." Bad sighed, throwing himself back into the seat.

As everything faded to white, I could see Good out of the corner of my eye, smiling.