Unbalanced.

A/N: To the guest that reads this everyday. Thank you so much and I appreciate you. I hope you like this chapter; I dedicate this one to you.

Summer and Rick had been gone for a week. Morty didn't bother to even worry. He was studying, passing, and having a future ahead of him then risking his life with his inconsiderate grandpa who only saw him as sidekick and lab experiment. He was tired of always coming second or last. He wanted his own life even if that meant giving up across space. For crying out loud he is a human! Not a pet monkey or lackey! He wanted to make his own choices!

Morty pulled away from his notes when he heard a knock on his door. He sighed when he looked at the clock. It was 9:00 o'clock. Who would be up this late?

He had stretched, slowly moving from his bed, then walked over to the door tiredly, "What do you-"

He paused when he realized no one was at the door. He looked down to his feet to find a note on yellow sticky paper. Morty looked around the hall then quickly grabbed it before running to back to his room, slamming the door shut.

The teenage boy looked at the ugly chicken scratch known as handwriting. He rolled his eyes. If this was some sort of prank by Rick it wasn't funny. He had begun to open it when he heard the loud, continuous bangs on his door. His head snapped towards in fright. He slowly edged closer, grabbing the nearest thing near him; a history textbook that weighed about three pounds.

"W-who is it?" Morty stuttered walking closer to the door.

"Open up dipshit!"

Morty placed the book down annoyed. "S-Summer! What the hell?!

"Morty open this door right now!" She screamed. "This is important! Did you get that note!?"

"Y-yeah." Morty walks over opening the door. His breath hitched when he saw Summer. She looked taller, her hair was in a rough bun, her clothes had been replaced with black jeans, a white tee, and an army jacket. She looked dirty. Morty panicked, "What the hell happened to you?!"

"Give me the note." She says with her hand opened.

Morty blinked. "Why?"

"Because Rick needs me to have it." She says getting closer to him. "Give it to me."

"Where's Rick?" Morty says looking down at the yellow note. "And what's so important about this note? And why would it be in front of my door? Who knocked? And what's with you guys being gone for a week?"

"Oh, ya know, super awesome stuff." Summer shrugs. "But really though, I need that note. So if you don't mind, hand it here."

Morty slowly opened it, "Oh alri-" his words cut of when he saw the first sentence of the note.

She's not Summer!

He slowly looked up to his sister with a nervous smile. "You know, I have to go to the bathroom! Be right back!"

He dashed past her without a second glance and ran into the bathroom down the hall. He locked the door and opened it the note fully staring at it.

F=ma, g=-9.8m/s/s, Fn

His hands shook violently. It had other words on it but they weren't in English. It looked like some sort of Alien language. His heart was pounding in his chest.

That's not Summer! Whatever you do don't trust her! Save us Morty!

Save them? From what? What was going on? What did Rick do and where was the real Summer if this wasn't her?!

"Morty! Open up! You should be done by now! Give me that note!" Summer yelled banging on the bathroom's door. "Give me it right now!"

Morty looked around for anything, anything to get him out of the situation. Then he looked up. There was a vent the size of Texas. Question was, how would he get up there.

"That's it! I'm coming in!" Summer had broken the door down. Her breathing heavy and intimidating. The redhead looked around to notice that the boy was no longer in the room. She looked down on the floor to see the vent top lying on the bathroom mat.

Morty who had been standing behind the door when she had broken it down took it as time to run. He had been standing in plain sight behind her but she was too focused on the vent; thinking as if he traveled through it.

The boy broke out into full run to Rick's lab. The note was still in his hand, fully tucked in between his fingers. He had gotten to the lab quicker than he had thought and had time to lock the door, grab supplies, and crank Ricks car that defied gravity, time, and motion. Realizing that Ricks car had already been cranked, he looked at the destination in its gps.

Universe Sixteen, 701893; Galactica Planet, Ohpe, Lawn Strew Prison, 20891.

"What the fuck is this?" Morty held his head. He could barely read it. Half of this wasn't even English! It was some alien planet just like he had thought!

"Morty! Are you down here?" Summer's voice called from the door. "Morto?"

As quickly as he could he stuffed everything he had packed in the car and hopped in. Summer didn't have time when she had just the door down to stop him. She watched in horror as the boy began the car in hyperspeed, rising above the ground.

"Morty?! What are you doing?!" She screamed. "Come back here!"

"Y-your not Summer!" He yelled. He grabbed the garage door opener. He pressed the button, the slowly moving garage door opened.

She growled. "Morty! You are getting on my last nerves! Get back here and give me those notes!"

"No!" Morty screamed. His face blanched when he saw his sister climb up the wall as if some possessed demon. "Oh my gosh!"

"Give me that note Morty!" Her voice sounded demonic. Her whole face suddenly become swollen red, then her flesh bursted into purple slimy tentacles, "Come here Mor-to!"

"Get away!" He shouted grabbing one of his grandpa's laser gun. He aimed it straight at her head. Morty had learned, even in the toughest of times; take action.

Suddenly she jumped for his side of the door and just as she did, Morty shot her down. Right. In. The. Face.

He watched her body fall to the floor. She twitched once or twice then not at all.

His breathing began to steady as he entered the coordinates on the screen. He licked his lips, and started the car in hyperdrive. In a second he was no longer in his home. The flashes of universes passed him by while he drove silently. He was covered in blood and scared.

The thoughts of travelling like this egged his brain. He remembered something like that before. He remembers being scared, having to do what's right with no fear, then feel the numbness afterward. He hated it. He hated the guilt. He hated knowing what he did was good but gorey. It twisted his insides.

"I swear to god Rick when I find you and Summer I'm gonna kick your ass." Morty mumbled accelerating on the gas.

"If I find you guys."