"So," G began, panting in a manner that hinted for us to slow down our pace or he would have died from a heart attack. Not that I wouldn't have minded, but I still needed his car as a getaway. "What's your plan once we hit the road? I mean, I'm pretty much stuck with you as you said... Unless there is a way I could go?"

I shot him a look, our racing pace halting to a walk, "Firstly, Shut up, secondly, I don't care, thirdly, mind your business and fourthly, I'm stuck with you so, once more, shut up." He went silent few but a few minutes as the forces of nature created noises that polluted the quiet space in my head where I had been thinking. I released a low grumble of annoyance before shooting another dirty look towards the young man.

"Gah! What?" He spluttered.

"Don't what me, you were about to ask me something, you may as well, I can't think with the stupid birds and trees and wind... too loud..." He raised an eyebrow in question at my stubbornly picky mood.

"The wind?"

"Your question." I reminded.

"Oh, right... How did you do that?"

"What? Be specific." I spat.

"The knowing I'd ask a question."

"Precognition, something your puny brain clearly is incapable of understanding." I answered shortly.

"Ok, ouch. I am not that stupid... I was just gonna ask why you had a gun in the first place."

"What?"

"You know, when you got taken in, I saw em confiscate it." I smacked a hand over my face, dragging it down in desperation for the guy beside me to stop bombarding me with queries that were irrelevant.

"You don't need to know."

"Hey, I told you why I was dealing drugs." He argued, "And now I'm stuck with you, may as well be honest, you have nothing else to lose."

"If I answer will you shut up?" G took the bargain into consideration.

"Ok, sure, but no cheap smart ass answers – and the truth!" He added hastily.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it." I turned away, looking to the side as I recalled the reason I had the gun in the first place. "Precognition is a bitch."

"A bitch... The ability to see the future is a bitch? I wouldn't have guessed."

"No you idiot." I stumbled in exasperation, "Precognition is not future vision, of course your brain wouldn't understand like I said."

G folded his arms in a challenging manner. "Try me." He smirked.

"Like I said," I began, "Precognition is not future vision. It's the ability to gain senses regarding the future, ideas of what will happen and the events that take place – precognition comes with being able to communicate with entities, an entirely different branch of gift, a gift that is just as. These gifts are gifts for a reason, they aren't powers, I can't ask for them at will because gifts are given to you, and regardless of if you want it or not, the polite thing to do is accept it, even if it overwhelms you."

"It overwhelms you often then huh?" I looked at G in surprise.

"Well, look at that, the rookie got something right." G Rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I mean, many things overwhelm me... I get it." I sighed in thought.

"Ever heard of the girl that's been missing for god knows how long? Marcelle?" G jumped in surprise.

"Well duh, everyone knows about her, no idea what happened to her, it's an interesting case nonetheless. Although I feel that the media is full of utter bull shit with murders and everything."

"Really?" I was genuinely surprised at his statement, "What makes you believe so?"

"Well, anyone would do anything for 15 minutes of fame and an interview, none of the stories correlate to the others... I think Marcelle's living it up in some mansion with a new name and laughing her ass off at the rest of the world."

"Well, you wouldn't be wrong about the laughing part...as for the mansion... dang, if only I actually had one." It took exactly three seconds for G to turn sharply to stare in surprise, lose his footing and fall, mouth a jar as he looked me up and down.

"You're bullshitting me." He stated, I shook my head as he repeated himself. "You're bullshitting me."

"You're talking to a precognitive human being with the gift of entity communication, does it look like I'd fuck with you?"

"I mean, I am pretty good in bed-"

"G!"

"No right, sorry, sorry, you wouldn't..." He got up fast, dusting himself off as e continued to walk. "So, what made you go rogue... your gifts?" I nodded. Not audibly answering because it was obvious to anyone who had listened to our conversation that his guess was dead accurate. "That's why you needed to break out too huh? Otherwise they'd figure you were Marcelle... Figured, no one seeing you in years, you would have changed..." Another nod followed. "And to think... me, just plain old Gerald, actually finding you..." I snickered at his name as he blushed red in embarrassment.

"The day I was brought into prison..." I began bemused, "I was indeed gonna kill a somebody."

G's eyebrows raised in confusion and doubt, "And who exactly were you gonna kill?" He questioned cautiously, as if I'd go crazy on him the next chance I got. I threw my head back and laughed loudly.

"Chill bro, can't kill ya, remember? Besides, I wasn't gonna kill no one important." I heard a slight gush of air escape his mouth, as if he had held in a breath and was relieved that he got to live another day. "Besides, you ain't so bad to chat with, first actual human since I ran honestly."

"Well, I'm honoured."

"As you should be." I replied sassily.

"Oh really now?" He cockily played.

"Yep." I turned to smile, feeling my face stretch into a position it hadn't in a long time.

"So do tell who wrongfully did you so bad they deserved a bullet to the head?" He picked the conversation up again and for a moment, I remembered exactly what I had intended to so. "Well?" He pressed, curious as to what my answer would be. I turned to face him, lips moving and voice echoing in barely a whisper.

"Me."