Marcelle had yawned for the umpteenth time that hour, stifling the sounds with a hand lazily as she continued to grip the wheel. Turning to her side, she checked for cars before merging onto the highway, keeping a steady pace as the car moved. The windows were up and the air was silent, she blinked slowly, processing the tired mindset she pursued

In her peripheral vision, G was limp, head leaning on the side towards her, mouth open with a trail of drool leaking from the corner, a low gurgle and snore following close behind. She smiled softly, but he would not know this small detail, resting in the passenger seat that was almost parallel with the floor, feet propped up on the dashboard.

She had offered to switch and drive for a while when she had caught her partner in crime nodding off, fearful for a nasty end if he were to lose control. She was tied herself, exhausted even, beyond the point of comprehension, but at least this way she knew she was in total control of the situation. She wasn't going to thrust her life into anyone's hands, no matter how trustworthy they were.

She turned the wheel quickly, eyeing the bright neon sign that indicated the exit of the highway, the exit that would lead her away from all the problems she never left before. Forgetting was said to be something you shouldn't do: finally, she learnt, it was something that should be.

It was well into the night when they had arrived at the boarder of the country that held them prison. Marcelle was on her last of the backup energy she relied on, conveniently glad that G had woken up at last. They pulled over, into the dirt, quickly unbuckling their seatbelts and jumping over the other within the small vehicle, switching seats without the need of opening a door, keeping the freezing blizzard away.

The remainder of the journey was left to be quiet again, Marcelle cautiously falling asleep as the car rumbled due to uneven ground, Universe within her head. She knew that there was a message being said, but exhaustion caused her to give in to sleep, a decision that she wasn't entirely sure she was confident in.

A sudden and abrupt halt was what she awoke to next. Screaming as her bloodshot eyes snapped open and she was flung forward, caught by the strap of her seatbelt. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" She screamed, pushed back into her seat as she turned to see G sitting beside her, eyes wide and breathing heavily, staring in front of himself with arms tightly gripping the wheel.

"G What the fuck?!" She repeated, in a desperate attempt to pull the boy from his dazed state. "G?!" She yelled, snapping a finger in front of his face. He blinked in shock, shaking his head to clear it before removing his trembling hands.

"Police."

Marcelle's pupils dilated in fear as she snapped her head wildly to take a look behind her. The vivid red and blue lights caused heart palpitations within her chest as her airways became constricted. It wasn't meant to go down this way. "Drive. NOW." She demanded, a sick feeling in her gut had settled.

"N-no... I can't." Marcelle's body froze at his response, jumping when an officer rapped is knuckles against the window glass. She watched in internal horror as G robotically rolled down the window, the freezing air slicing at her skin, Goosebumps and hair raised.

"Are you Gerald Derson?" G nodded his head slowly, not daring to say a word. "Sir are you aware that you have been caught distributing drugs to and, once caught, evaded your punishment?" It hit Marcelle in that moment at what was going on.

"YOU HAVE THE WRONG GUY!" She screeched shrilly, surprised to find herself defending him, after all, he was weighing her down, wasn't he? The officer studied her face.

"And you were the girl with him." He decided, "I'm afraid you both need to step out of the vehicle – it was reported as stolen and you both are in great trouble, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." Marcelle shook her trembling body.

There was no way that she would let Universe take over like that. Let him go, let him go, let him go! LET HIM GO! "SHUT UP!" She yelled, scaring G and the officer in the process. She clutched at her head in anger, griping tightly to the roots of her sanity, pulling in frustration. "FUCKING SHUT UP AND STOP!"

"Ma'am, are you-"

"FUCKING HELL NO!" Marcelle cut the officer off before gripping a hand into a fist, knuckles turning a pale colour. Her nails dug deeper into her skin, almost cutting her flesh too easily.

"Ma'am, have you been taking-"

"I SAID, SHUT UP!" G only had a moment's notice to duck as a fist came flying into his vision, aiming at the officer's head that was inside the car. A dull snap was heard as blood spurted in every direction, a broken nose as the result. Marcelle remained frozen in place, fist in the air as blood dripped from her knuckles. The officer had been pushed out of the car by then and lay on the ground unconscious.

Idiot! Why did you do that?! Why did you ruin the future I had rebuilt! G seemed to have snapped out of the trance he had been in before. "Marcelle? Marcelle?! What's going on? What the fuck? You punched... Is everything ok?" He went silent, thinking, "Ignore it. Doesn't listen, fight back, whatever Universe is saying – don't listen." He could hear her heavy struggled breaths, worry filling his eyes as she squirmed in her seat and mumbled.

"D-drive. FUCKING DRIVE!" She mumbled into louder yells. G nodded sternly, flipping the key and stamping a foot on the acceleration pedal, only glancing at the officer they had abandoned on the cold, hard ground, a dark spot of blood surrounding his head, they hadn't much time.

Marcelle continued to groan as a headache formed over, Universe's yells draining much of her thought. She felt manipulated, controlled, imprisoned, like her entire life she thought she was free only to discover she hadn't been. A new and dangerous emotion overwhelmed her, plaguing every corner of her mind.

Anger.