Fog

I never wake up here. What's going on?

I collected myself, and sat up in the dirt. I was next to the lake. A thick layer of fog engulfed me. I got to my feet and looked around. There were white masses all over the ground, and the dirt was wet. It collapsed and sunk beneath me. 

"Hello?" I called out. There was no echo; my words were consumed by the fog. It was silent.

"Alright Bad," I spoke once again, "come on out, this isn't funny anymore!"

No one answered. I could hear nothing. I could hear the waves of the lake gently lapping against the shore. But nothing else. 

Last thing I remember, we were just pulling up to the lake. It's been three days since then. What happened?

I heard footsteps. I turned around, and saw a tree line far out in front of me. Then the footsteps came from behind me again. I turned back around, but only the lake was there. Then I heard them again, this time from the far side of the lake. I ran. Then I heard another pair of footsteps. And then grunting and exasperated heaving. I finally banked around the lake, and there they were, Good and Bad, swinging at each other.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" I asked the both of them. They did nothing. They kept punching.

"Guys, stop." I declared, louder this time. But they didn't hear me.

"Stop!" I shouted, walking forward and pushing them apart.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Bad hissed, wiping blood away from his cheek.

"Why are you fighting?!" I screamed. They both stopped short, looking at me.

"Do," Good stammered, "you not remember?"

"Clearly I don't."

"He started it!" Bad yelled, pointing at Good.

"Really?" Good sighed.

"Good, tell me what happened." I said, holding up a finger to Bad. "And you shut your mouth."

"We've been fighting." Good claimed, Bad groaning. "What else is there to that?"

"Then what is all of this?" I asked him, holding my hands up at our surroundings. 

"The war." Good continued. "We both brought together all that we had and did with it what we could."

"As you can plainly see," Bad added, "nothing survived; it was pretty brutal."

I looked around with my jaw agape. Again at the white masses that covered the shore. I re positioned my feet, they sagged into the ground.

"You two started a war?"

They both glared at one another, and shrugged.

"Over what?" I pleaded.

"I was trying to stop him." Good pointed at Bad.

"And that means that you get to have people killed because of it?"

"It's my fault that he had an army too?!"

"What part of Good entails killing?!"

"I'm appreciative of the fact that you're not blaming me." Bad grinned.

"Shut up!" I yelled at him, rushing over and pushing him to the ground.

"Who do you think you are?!" He yelled back.

"I am you!" I screamed. "I'm tired of this! I'm tired of you two controlling every thought in my head. I want some way to end it!"

Good drew in a breath, but then held it for a moment.

"There is a way." He revealed.

"Don't you dare." Bad threatened.

"One more word..." I growled, clenching my fist. He sighed, and leaned back in the sand.

"Go on."

"I mean to say that there's a way for it to be more than just us two."

"How do you mean?"

"We are just how you represent morals. But we are really made up of emotions. So if you think about us in a different light, you won't see us; you'll see who we're made up of."

"I can't believe you just did that." Bad mumbled.

"I only care if it will take power away from you two." I asked Good.

"I'll be the one to say 'yes' because I know that it will piss him off." Bad reported. Good shuddered.

"You aren't afraid to lose power," I asked him, "are you?"

"Of course he is." Bad answered for him. "He knows the influence he has on you. He's afraid to lose that. He doesn't want the last shred of control he has on you to go away."

"You stop talking." Good blurted.

"What?" Bad gloated. "You startin' to regret telling him about how he can split us up?"

"Quite a bit, yes."

"I don't care." I said, approaching him.

"It may not be reversible!" He shouted defensively, holding his hand up to me.

"I don't care!" I yelled, bearing down on him. He pedaled backwards as I came closer, and he fell onto the ground. I placed my hand on his chest, and he stopped. A rumble came from his chest, and his breaths became more separated and sporadic. He fell backwards, limp in the sand, shadows floating out of his mouth and floating into the sky. His breaths slowed, and eventually stopped; his eyes shut.

"Well it's about time." Bad giggled. I turned my head and glared at him. I got up and placed my hand on his chest, and the process began once more.

"You know why I'm not worried?" He asked me with his remaining breaths. I didn't respond, and the light began to shine brighter through the shadows that poured out of his mouth.

"I'll outnumber him."