Hey guys! Sorry about the lame prologue chapter. I just kind of wanted to get all the information out of the way.

Here's the first chapter, which, in my opinion, is a lot better.

~Belle

Penny opened her eyes when the car jerked to a stop, nearly throwing her into the dashboard. She glared at Moist, who was still hanging on to the wheel. It took him a minute to notice her angry stare.

"Billy gave me the wrong address. Apparently our contact moved to some place called Grass Valley seven years ago." He informed her, furiously. Then he let out a string of profanities that shocked, and scared Penny, just a little bit. Even if he was evil, she never expected him to curse like that.

"Seven hours. He wants me to take you seven hours away." There was more cursing, before Moist hit the gas, pushing the car to a speed that made Penny grip the seat in terror. "Pass me the phone." Moist sounded more tired and annoyed then angry now, and Penny fumbled around the floor, looking for the phone he had tossed there earlier.

"Wait- No, no I'm not going to let you talk on the phone while you're driving fast enough to wrap us around a tree." She protested, survival instincts kicking in. She had to do something, because feeling this out of control was going to very quickly drive her insane.

"Penny, give me the damn phone." He growled, completely uncharacteristically, and Penny handed the sleek cellphone over before he became more distracted and actually did hit something. Moist dialed, then set the phone between the seats, much to Penny's utter confusion.

"I'm not stupid." He grumbled, and Penny noticed the little light of a bluetooth headset. "Doc hooked me up." He went silent as someone on the other end picked up.

Penny zoned out again, watching the blurred lines of the landscape as they sped by. It was almost like being in their own little bubble, where nothing could come in and hurt them. She had nothing to lose, she realized, and it was a strange feeling. Almost like she wasn't a person anymore. The Penny that worked in homeless shelters, and dated super heroes had died so long ago, but it was only really hitting her now.

"Penny?" Moist asked, sounding considerably less agitated. "What's your social?"

"342-00-6789" She answered without thinking. Usually, she wouldn't have been so comfortable giving it out, but this wasn't usual circumstances.

Moist spent a while longer on the phone, hours, days, Penny wasn't sure. Time ceased to mean anything when they were speeding along, and she was lost in her even faster moving thoughts. She barely noticed when the landscape changed from high rise buildings, to suburbs, to farmland. The flat, green fields were soothing to look at, the picture perfect opposite to the turmoil in Penny's mind.

The sun dipped below the horizon soon after they began their trip, Driving well into the night, only stopping once to fuel up, in a town that consisted of a shell and a general store. Penny wore a hat and sunglasses, though the dark made it nearly impossible to see what was going on, and stayed in the car while Moist went to pay.

When he returned, and they were comfortably settled on the freeway again, Penny realized that she desperately wanted to make conversation, to break the silence that had been their companion for the last few hours, but she wasn't sure if she could even make her voice work, let alone come out with a coherent thought. While they zoomed along the darkened highway, only the lonely yellow street lamps, and the headlights to guide their way, Penny's thoughts moved from herself to the mess they left at the apartment. She was shocked that Captain Hammer would go after Dr. Horrible, after what the news was calling one of the greatest falls from grace in history. She hadn't been there, but she had a feeling that an intense battle had taken place, a historic battle between good, and-

Well, Penny had a hard time thinking of Dr. Horrible as evil anymore.

"Moist?" She asked, her voice quiet from a mix of sleep and not being sure of what exactly she wanted to say.

"Yeah?" He asked, in a far better mood then before. More like the old Moist.

"Do you think Billy's gonna be okay?" She asked, sounding like a timid child. Moist paused, unsure how to word his answer.

"I think the Doc will be fine." Was what he settled on. Penny noticed how he changed the personality they spoke about.

"I hope he is." She said, yawning. Something about car rides always put her out.

"Go ahead and sleep Penny, I'll wake you up when we get there." But Penny had a hard time reaching sleep again, Moist's comment buzzed through her brain with a fury that could not be ignored. What did he even mean? Billy and Dr. Horrible were the same person, and it was Dr. Horrible who was fighting. Penny wanted to imagine that Billy would have no clue about what would happen, so at least part of him would remain untouched by the killings, but she knew it wouldn't work that way.

Penny heard Moist talking to someone on the phone, before she finally fell asleep.

The little green honda raced down the highway, a solitary little figure in the race against time and forces bigger then it's passengers could really comprehend.

Moist looked over at his sleeping companion, worried. He'd never met Herman personally, but his talents in forgery were legendary, and the Doc had known him for years. He had once hid a princess from assassins in her own country. The story made newspapers all over the country. But Penny didn't need that, all she needed was a fresh start, with a new name, in a safe setting, where she would no longer be pursued by inane heros, and the overly vengeful scum of the super-villain world. That was all Moist hoped for, for Billy's sake

Hope you like it! If you guys have any questions, or theories, feel free to ask away! Honestly, some of the best writing comes from challenging viewpoints.

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~Belle