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Fallon backed into the bookcase behind her, dropping the books at the sight of the familiar black-clad man in front of her. Her blood boiled at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?!" She hissed.

"I've come to find answers," he simply said.

"Well you won't find any here, so I suggest you leave," Fallon told him. She suddenly wished she was Rick or Kelly, they would have had a gun or a knife on them, anything to help them fight him or 'kick his ass', as Kelly would say. Words, and books, were all she had. She thought that if worse came to worse she could throw the books at him and run, or do what Evy did a week ago and topple the bookcases on him like dominoes.

"I came in because I heard-" he began to say, stepping forward.

"You come any closer and I'll scream," Fallon warned. She inched away from the bookshelf, stepping aside to put some distance between them.

He stopped and raised his hands in defense gently. "You're in distress, and I can understand, but we need to find out how to kill the Creature."

"We?! What is this 'we'?! What makes you think that I'd do anything with after what you've done?!" Fallon exclaimed, stepping back, closer to the desk in the center of the library.

"I did what had to be done," he said seriously, taking small steps towards her as she continued to step away from him.

She let out an exasperated laugh, not believing what she was hearing. "You did what had to be done?! Killing innocent people just trying to do their jobs, trying to find artifacts so that the world could have a better understanding of human history in one of the most fascinating countries in the world? Yes, that's very noble! You must be so proud of yourself for killing my parents!" She was in tears by now and she held on to the edge of the library desk to keep her grounded. He had stopped stepping forwards.

"There seems to be some confusion, I didn't-"

"What confusion?!" Fallon spat. She dove for her mother's diary on the desk, brandishing it for him. "Everything was in here! My mother wrote about it, about the raids, and the warnings! She wrote about the fear she had for you and your people, she was convinced you were all going to kill her. I found my father's toolkit with a letter from me and my brother, next to a bloody hand print on the wall." She saw both confusion and recognition in her eyes.

"You think...? There is something that you are missing," he told her.

"Am I? Or is that just some...some...ploy to get me to listen to 'your side of the story'? Forgive me if I believe my mother's words over yours," Fallon said.

"Listen," he stepped forward again, urgently. She nearly tripped over her feet, constricted again in her too-tight Mary-Jane's, trying to step back. "I know what you read in that diary."

"Yes? And how many times did you read it? You're the one who gave it to me, and it's all worn and aged beyond it's years. So why don't you tell me?" She inquired.

"That is beside the point," he said. "But let me tell you, there are pieces missing. Things she did not write about, or did not have the chance to." He kept getting closer and closer to her, so she stepped around the side of the desk.

"Yes, because you killed her, and my father, and everyone else who was with them!" Fallon argued, slamming her palms and the diary on the table.

In a few quick strides, he was across the table from her, pinning her hands and wrists down before she could jump away. As he leaned over the table, his face was only inches away from hers. "You were not there! You do not know the whole story and what we had to do!" He raised his voice. It was right then, that Fallon found something in his voice that she believed. He loosened his grip on her, but she couldn't bring herself to move. "I am not your enemy, Fallon."

Fallon swallowed. It was the first time he had ever said her name. Everyone had always yelled her name around him, and he'd read the diary, so of course he would know her name. But she still didn't know his.

Maybe she should listen to him, she thought to herself.

"Well, then," she began to say quietly, removing her hands and pulling out a chair from the desk. "I'm listening. But I don't have all day."

"Fine," he agreed.

She sat down and looked up at him still standing. "Um...firstly...what is your name?"

"It's Ardeth Bay."

"Well, Mr. Bay, what is it that I seem to be missing?"

AN: Another cliffhanger and a very short chapter, but do not fear! The next one is coming very shortly, I'm already working on it! Please Favorite, Follow, and Comment!