To my surprise, Cody had put the radio on at Jeff's mocking suggestion - from what I had seen, he did seem to use it as a distraction or an escape. However, Avril Lavigne wasn't the best choice the radio station could've had to offer - her songs are good, but "Girlfriend" seemed a bit too much of an unfortunate coincidence, at the moment, at least. To top it all off, the car was that damaged we only had access to one station - so it was this song or silence, and Cody had chosen the song.

Admittedly it was a bop though. If it weren't for the situation, I would've probably sung quietly along.

I felt my eyes keep on drifting to Cody as he drove, seeing his expression unchanged - deadpan and irked. I know would be able to feel my eyes on him, which only made me feel worse when I'd accidentally allow them to glue to him, since he wouldn't react.

"We need to stop for gas, and I'm not getting out." Cody announced, his hands still stuck tightly to the wheel. He glanced momentarily to behind us, "You have to go." He told Lyra - a monotone sound to his voice, "And if you say anything about us, I will kill you. You get out, you put the pump in, and you pay for the fucking gas. Nothing else."

The woman only gave Cody an unamused look. "You really want to risk killing me in a place that knows me and after I've told someone about the three serial killers in 'my' car?" She argued, before beginning to list of our names, almost in a vindicated manner. "Toby Rogers, Cody Andrews and Jeffrey Woods." Maybe that's why she was so calm around us? Maybe she thought she had the upper hand?

"Chick's gotta point." Jeff muttered, looking from Lyra to Cody - who only seemed more annoyed at her.

We all knew why he couldn't get out and get the gas. Despite Cody looking the most normal out of the three of us, he was also the most recently made criminal out of the group. He had been doing this for a year, whereas I'd been doing it for two and Jeff had been doing it since the womb, probably. I would offer to do it - but, for obvious reasons I would raise alarm bells (with the massive hole in my face). And Jeff... Good luck with Jeff. I mean, at least we'd get free gas.

"I'm not getting out of this car, Lyra."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not going to jail."

"You'd be smart enough to survive it. Wasn't that your whole thing? Being smart?"

"No, Cody's too pretty for prison, I can go-"

"Toby, sit the fuck down, Lyra's getting out to get gas."

"Like hell I am."

"I 'ave an idea." Jeff began, causing everyone to turn to look at him - Lyra giving him a somewhat unnerved expression whereas Cody gave him a tired look.

Without warning, Jeff grabbed the head of my seat, yanking it down, so my seat laid backwards. The ravenette almost immediately grabbed a fistful of my hair, tightly, to stop me from moving - placing an all too familiar syringe against my neck. I could feel the thin metal brushing passed my Adam's apple, slowly breaking the skin of my neck, and snuggly slipping through.

My eyes fixed on Jeff - frozen. Cody didn't make cures or vaccines - whatever the fuck is used for viruses - he'd always focused on the viruses being effective, effective enough to make it futile to even attempt to stop it from spreading. You were dead within minutes, seconds if you were lucky. I saw his gaze locked on Lyra, glaring at her.

"Let's not be unreasonable." I stated calmly - trying not to move too much, even with my arms, only lifting my hands upward as I spoke.

"Jeff, what the fuck are you doing?" Cody snapped, causing my eyes to flicker to him, focused on the man's expression. It was a genuine anger mixed with a look of fear. I knew he was smart enough not to react brashly, but it still unnerved me. I was miserable, but I didn't want to die. His green eyes boared into Jeff - jaw clenched and hands gripping his seat (one on the headrest, one on the actual seat).

However, Jeff had ignored Cody. Instead, his eyes stayed on Lyra, unmoving. Much like the needle now in my neck. "Ya gonna get outta the car. Ya gonna buy us some fuckin' fuel, and yain't sayin' shit." He stated, deadpan and sternly. "Or, ya brother gets it."

Lyra's eyes only widened - with fear, or shock. I wasn't sure, I didn't know her well enough to tell. Her mouth fell agape, tears glistening in her eyes. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" She asked, her voice hesitant and quiet.

"A lot, apparently. Jeff's insane, and I'd prefer not to be killed by a Joker rip off."

"Shud'up, Two Face."

I snorted at Jeff's retaliation. Despite the circumstances, it was rather funny, and I hadn't seen the comeback coming. Plus, it was only fair that he gets to mock my disfiguration if I mocked his.

Her tearful gaze landed on me, her expression of distress only growing, before it hesitantly lifted to Jeff, who was beginning to cut the rope off of her, using his knife. "Don't cry, you'll make it obvious somethin' happened."

She seemed to pause, looking from Jeff then to me. Though, Lyra did pull the (now loose) rope away from herself, beginning to hurriedly get out of the car.

"Jeff, you can let go of Toby now, Lyra's out of the car." Cody stated, having watched the woman leave - turning back to Jeff.

"Can't till she gets back." Jeff muttered in response, his eyes still locked on the blonde.

"So, if you're the Joker, and I'm Two Face, would that make Cody Scarecrow? He wouldn't be Mr Freeze - who'd be Nora?" I asked, looking up to Jeff with a curious expression.

"Though' ya said ya couldn' remember shit 'bout this stuff?" Jeff grumbled, his grey eyes momentarily dropping to me. Great, I've only pissed him off more.

I shrugged slightly, my eyes not having much freedom to roam around, so they were still on Jeff. "It's starting to come back to me." I retorted.

"Toby - humour is meant to be a coping mechanism after the trauma, not during it-" Cody began, giving me a worried look - clearly put on edge by Jeff. Understandably. I was on edge too.

"But if I panic, then Jeff might panic and I might die." I explained, trying to shift my head to look up to Cody, slightly.

I felt Jeff shrug - his hoodie shifting and lifiting ever so slightly beneath me. "Fair."

I kept my eyes on the visibly fearful man - this was the most skittish I'd seen him. Obviously, that worried me. Maybe talking about science would help? He never seemed stressed when he was working. "Cody, what does the virus do, again?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I couldn't shrug comfortably.

Cody's expression only fell into a look of deeper distress, if not horror. "Toby, I'm not fucking discussing that whilst you might be injected with it." He replied, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, I was thinking so you like working it might take your mind off of the situation."

"Toby, I can't take my mind off of the situation if it's right in front of me!" Cody seethed through a quick ramble, throwing one of his hands in the air.

"Turn away?"

"Read the room, mutt." Jeff mumbled, causing me to send a small glare to him. Though, when I'd looked back to Cody, he had spun around, holding onto the steering wheel again.

"You made the room like this." I retorted, under my breath. "Maybe you could tell me about Bronwyn?" I suggested, trying to watch for a change in Cody's demeanour. I honestly would've preferred to have heard about our 'arguement', but he was anxious enough as it was.

"Yeah, I wanna know 'bout this chick."

Cody sighed, nodding. "Well, she was one of your neighbours. You said you met her, during school, when she'd lost her diary or something and you'd found it. You bumped into her and gave it back, and - yeah, she just kinda ended up joining the group." He explained with a small shrug, "She had moved from Japan to Denver because of her mother's work. Detective, I think." He gently tapped the steering wheel as he thought, "You used to call her Winnie, too."

"Because of 'wyn'?" I asked, earning another nod and small hum from Cody - who was still forcing his gaze forward.

"Yeah. She liked reading - fantasy, romance. She was looking into being a detective too, but she was also into fashion - used to use you as a mannequin, sometimes. That was funny to walk in on." I could hear the smile on Cody's face - albiet small, I could still hear it. Good, he wasn't focused on the needle in my throat. "Always got your ass handed to you in Mario Kart by her, too." He chuckled.

"This is fuckin' borin'. How long does it take to get some gas?" Jeff grumbled - I could feel his grip on my hair tighten, causing me to wince. I didn't feel any actual pain from it - but it was the anticipation and mental torture of his hand being there to start off with. I liked having hair, I wanted to keep it that way.

"I'm glad you think my childhood was boring?" I grumbled, trying to subtly keep Cody talking. However, this was cut off by the car door opening and an obviously stressed Lyra.

"Can you let go of my brother now?" She snapped, glaring at the man above me. Though, her eyes quickly landed on Cody as she slipped back into her seat. "Can you also turn Avril Lavigne off?"

I snorted, but quickly stopped seeing as no one else reacted to the way she worded her sentence - instead looking to Cody as well, who had finally spun around in his seat, again.

"No, Avril Lavigne stays fucking on." He snapped in retaliation, before his glare dissipated into a look of distress again. "Can you let go of Toby, now? Maldito pendejo." He muttered, turning away as he shook his head, "I've seen him seize before and it isn't pretty. I don't wanna deal with it again."

"I'm sorry, when did you see him have a seizure?!" Lyra demanded, clearly pissed - like it was Cody's fault. I don't think she likes him too much.

"He overheated!" Cody answered, almost in a yell - clearly defensively. "It happened whilst he was sleeping, too - so, I do know how to fucking help him, get off my back."

"And why were you with him whilst he was sleeping?"

"Because he was having memories and needed - Toby, stop fucking smirking, you're not helping the situation - he needed the company and stuff-" Cody explained, starting the car as he sent me a quick glare.

"What did I do?" I mumbled, returning the glare, though it came off more pout-like.

"You smirked - your expression made it seem like something it wasn't-" Cody answered, beginning to pull out of the gas station.

"I naturally smirk - I can't help it." I mumbled, before quickly yelping as Jeff let go of my hair and seat (and removing the syringe) - flinging me forward. Luckily, unlike Jeff, I wore my seatbelt. "You fucking dick." I growled.

"Jeff, be nice."

"No, I fuck pussy, ain't instres'ed in dick."