I close the fourth encyclopaedia and place it back on the shelf, quickly gather my notes, and get the hell out of the dark building.

Thirteen hours at the library. I have spent my day cramped in a shady, old, dusty library trying to find answers.

Ever since Pony brought up my old name from the war, I haven't been able to think about anything else. That was two weeks ago, and it's been driving me insane. So today while everyone was either working, at school, or anything else, I found myself in the library trying to find what history says about 'Richard.'

I begin walking back to the Curtis' house and begin thinking of everything I just read. I need to talk to Taylor about this.

"Hey nerd! I see you've come outta your nest!" I turn around to see Taylor jogging towards me, her eyes are bright with excitement and she's carrying a bag over her shoulder.

I stop and wait for her to catch up before I start walking again, "why're you so excited? What did you do now?"

"Tell ya later, but I got a bag of salt and a .45 with some silver bullets 'cause of it!"

"Great," I say sarcastically, "let's get back. I gotta tell you something 'bout what I found."

Taylor stops me, "Raven, is this 'bout Richard Hamburg again?"

"Yes."

"Let go of the past Raven. What's done is done. You can't change it now, you can't save them, you know that. It's not your fault you weren't allowed to go. You've been focused on this ever since Pony brought it up to you. This obsession is unhealthy; you've been in the library since it opened. Focus on something else. Tell me at midnight, in the lot. Don't be late."

"Fine." I say as we begin to walk again. Even after all these years I can't help but feel guilty about Steve and Bucky. I should've gone and protected them. They'd be alive I had not stayed with Lex and Peggy. Plus there's what Stryker told me back in Weapon X.

"How can a person have no evidence of being alive? No birth certificate, no historical evidence either."

My so-called "obsession" is because I want answers, and I will get answers if it's the last thing I do.

As we arrive at the house, I can see Steve and Soda inside, Ponyboy is hidden behind them as I reach for the handle.

"Remember tonight," Taylor whispers before entering.

Time skip because dammit exams are draining

11:30 at night rolls around faster than I anticipated. I get out off the couch, and grab my flannel before I sneak out the door. I remembered Taylor telling me to get to the lot. I jog to the lot, where Taylor is sitting on the hood of a red Chevrolet Impala.

"Who's that belong to?" I say, gaining her attention as I walk up to her.

She shrugs, "dunno, damn nice car though." She stands up and folds her arms, "you start, whatcha find?"

I take my notes out of my back pocket, and look up at her, "to start off, I wanted answers okay?"

Taylor looks at me, "answers to...?"

"Questions," I begin again, "just some things that I remember from being a soldier and Weapon X. I told you about how I wanted to go fight in the 40's, but couldn't...so I 'borrowed' Lex's powers of physical manipulation so I could change my appearance."

Taylor raises her eyebrows, "Yes...you've lost me on the 'questions.'"

"Pony said that Richard Hamburg, my male shape, disappeared. Why was that? I didn't disappear, I attacked an Alaskan Hydra Base after Steve and Bucky died. I was so angry and upset that they died that I became a living weapon like my brother Logan. Anyways, Taylor I was doing research about Richard, and there were no records of him even entering the Canadian military. People talked about him, but nothing was found. Hell, I wasn't even on the list of people that went to help the Americans, there were only fourteen names. So...what the hell happened? According to the books, I went on the Dortmund raid and never returned, and was deemed MIA. They never found my body. But...not everything lines up."

"But what happened to your papers?" Taylor asks.

"That's what I asked myself, and I thought that it was probably attached to Lex since she helped me get into the Canadian military in the first place. So I researched Lex, and her works as a scientist. And yup, found something. Apparently she was considered to be a "genius" of her time. She helped with the creation of the Super Soldier Serum, and worked closely with Howard Stark. But, after I left because of my rage, Lex started having "supernatural" events occur around her. One event even resulted in a death when a snake wrapped itself around the throat of a soldier, so in the middle of the night she fled. All they found was a bunch of Hydra and Nazi paperwork on her desk, and a pile of ashes beside a lighter."

"So you think she might have burned your paperwork," Taylor begins, rubbing her face with her hands, "why?"

I shrug, "that's the thing, I don't know." I rub my hands up my arms, it's very windy tonight, and I didn't bring my jacket.

"You said she could shape-shift...right?"

"Yes, when she demonstrated it in front of me, I learned how to do it and was able to change into Richard Hamburg."

"Maybe she's just in a different form and no one knows what she looks like."

"Maybe. That's a good point."

Taylor suddenly grasps my arm, "shift!"

"Why?"

"Let's see if you can, maybe you can still do it if you learned it."

"I don't understand, but alright." I close my eyes, and think about the features I had when I was Richard. I try to picture myself growing taller, and my hair growing darker. Eventually I can no longer think, for my head begins to pound. I rub my forehead.

I open my eyes, I'm still the same height as Taylor, who's looking at me with wide eyes. "Didn't work?" I groan as I rub my head.

"N-nope. Must be a temporary thing with your powers, but the claws you have. Ugh we need a Sherlock Holmes to figure you out."

"Tell me about it."

"But what are you gonna do Keegan? Now that you have some answers?"

"I've been holding back this thought for a while," I say, avoiding her gaze.

"What?" Taylor asks me.

"I was thinking of...avenging their deaths?"

"You're going to join the Avengers? They're looking for you as a wanted, dangerous, criminal mutant!"

"No! I would never join the Avengers...or that crazy group of mutants called the... "X-men," just y'know maybe become something like them."

Taylor looks at me in total shock, "you're going to become a superhero?!"

I laugh harshly, "no. I may be super, but I'm no hero. Have you seen my morals? I have at least 200 kills under my belt, and I should probably try to get the red out from under me. Nah, no superhero, how about a vigilante?"

I can see Taylor roll her eyes, "you're crazy."

I smirk, "I have lived for 170 years, I have a right to be crazy."

"Then I'm joining you."

"You do good?" I start laughing, "I'm sorry but...aren't you the same prisoner who is wanted by the space-police?"

"The Atraxi won't find me here. I'm safe as long as the Doctor doesn't find me. I'm not letting you do reckless things without me."

"But what did you do to get the bag of salt and the weapons?" I ask her, curious of her excitement from earlier today.

"Oh right, I'll go into more detail next week. But met this guy who says he works for a thing called the 'Men of Letters.' He said he's heard of us 'n thought we might be good at that type of job."

"What type of job?"

"Workin' with the supernatural. Hunting the strange, y'know...that sorta stuff."

I look at her, "sounds like a job for psychopaths. Sounds fun." We laugh for a bit before Taylor cuts us off.

"Keegan, this whole thing is Kauai King." She says, emphasizing the last bit. I nod. Back when the Daleks separated, the two of us made a code of different words as a warning to each other. 'Kauai King,' the winner of the Kentucky Derby we use as a way to say that we are being watched.

Taylor jumps behind the Impala, where I can hear her struggling against someone. I run after her, ready to unleash my claws.

I see Taylor pinning someone down to the ground. I pull her off and pick the body up. The person's face hidden by shadows.

"Why are you here?!" I sneer at the person.

"I could ask the same thing," the person replies. I immediately drop the person and cover my mouth with my hands in shock.

"Ponyboy Curtis, what the hell are you doing following us?" Taylor asks him as he stands up. Her eyes glow orange due to the surprise.

"Couldn't sleep, plus I heard Taylor leave the house." We look at each other, "I'm sorry, but what're you two doing out here?"

"Discussing," I reply, "how much did you hear?"

"All of it."

"Now you know why I couldn't answer you."

"I had my suspicions a while ago. Then I saw a newspaper depicting Taylor as wanted, then I figured it out." I sigh.

"I won't tell anyone though, not even Soda. I'm trustworthy."

Taylor scowls, "you'd better be Pony." I look at her, sending the signal to tone down her attitude.

"Let's get back, before anyone notices us," I say as Taylor softens her gaze at Pony. I check my watch, it's nearly sunrise. We all nod before starting to walk back. However, as we start, we hear sirens close by. Taylor and I jump behind the Impala, dragging Pony with us.

"One at a time," Taylor says to me, "you take Pony with you when it's clear." She stands up and begins her run back to the house.

I wait for a few minutes, by now the sirens are fading into the distance, signalling safety. I exhale heavily as I stand up and walk towards the end of the lot.

I watch the sun begin to rise above the horizon; I can still hear the sirens in the distance. My paranoia gets the best of me sometimes.

I hear Pony come up beside me, "They won't catch you, you're safe."