"You need a break. We'll be fine." I hear Taylor state over Darry's complaining. As usual, Taylor had an idea. This included sending the "outsiders" for a weekend getaway while we watched over everything. Despite the complaining and resistance from everyone, Taylor was persistent and eventually convinced everyone to go. It was really quote impression.

"We appreciate the thought, but maybe we shouldn't go for-"

"At least go celebrate Washington 's Birthday away."

"But-"

"Nope, go!" I try not to laugh, for I know why Taylor wants them gone for a bit. She wants to talk to me. We told them everything. We had to ever since Pony found out. I suggested it, and while Taylor disagreed we decided it would be in the best interest of everyone if we were honest.

Soda speaks up, "what if those guys come lookin' for you two? Then what are you gonna do?"

"We'll figure something out," I answer, not looking up from my book, Great Expectations.

Pony lowers my book, "don't get yourselves hurt- or killed."

I look at him, "we never do. They won't find us if we lay low for three days. We've survived this long haven't we?"

Taylor helps the others move their stuff outside, but Pony stays beside me. I can tell he's worried, I turn to look at him, "Pony, we'll be fine. I promise you we're not going to die, I'm a mutant, and Taylor's E.T, it's not going to happen again. Ajax would have to look pretty damn hard to find us."

Pony looks over at me, and proceeds to hug me, "be safe."

I return the gesture, "you too."

We walk outside to say goodbye for the weekend. Everything is packed and the boys are ready to go. Darry is finishing up giving instructions to Taylor, while Soda, Pony and Two Bit are getting in the car.

"You two better be in one piece when we get home. If you two are injured, dead, or if Keegan's missing a heart or that piece of metal in her arm I will kill you guys."

"Cross our hearts until we regenerate we won't die, and we'll keep the place tidy. Go relax, have some fun." Taylor says while slightly pushing Darry towards the rest of the boys.

We watch them drive away, before we step back inside the house again. I sit back down and open my book up. Charles Dickens was an amazing writer I wish I could have met him.

"We gotta leave soon," Taylor eventually breaks the silence, sitting down beside me. I sigh, I knew this was coming.

"Unfortunately, you're right. When?" I ask, my eyes never leaving the page.

"Tonight."

"Too soon, they're expecting us to leave while they're gone. Didn't you see the brother's facial expressions?"

"No I don't pay attention to that."

I set my book down and raise an eyebrow at Taylor, "you should, it helps deductions. Anyways, I have to agree with we need to leave soon. But...when?"

"If you say we need to wait until they get back fine, but I don't know when we could leave after they return. I mean, Pony is attached to you, you've helped him out so much. Plus you are pretty much the same age physically and mentally." Taylor replies, walking into the kitchen to grab a piece of cake.

I look at her, "so what are you suggesting? We leave when they're expecting it, and probably put them in more danger than ever?"

"They're already in danger Keegan. We met them around September, and it's now February. We need to get out of here."

"Can we plan this, y'know...think it through? Let's not just recklessly run and hope we don't run into Ajax. We can't just drop this thought and leave in an hour. Took the Daleks three days of little preparation, and in the war it took TONS of planning. Taylor, you know how stressed these can make me."

"This ain't a war, and we ain't the Daleks. I'm sorry Keegan, I don't mean to make you anxious."

I nod, for the past six weeks; I haven't slept well at all. I constantly wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares, or I keep myself lying awake all night over thinking everything. I'm nervous to go to a doctor, because I don't want to be discovered.

"One more week?" I eventually say, "and we won't say anything to anyone. We'll make sure nothing's stuck to our shoes well before we leave too."

Taylor nods, "yea. This sucks ass."

I nod, already I know I'm going to miss Ponyboy. "Hey, Taylor?"

"What up Keegan?"

"What do you think ever happened to Micky and Alex?"

Taylor stops to think, "dunno. I just hope they're all right and still free."

I nod, "same."

TIME SKIP because SuperWhoLock

The knock on the door shakes me awake. I sit upright in bed for a second, thinking it was just my mind as usual. The knock repeats itself, knocking four times. I stand up, and see Taylor come around the corner, looking very unamused. Opposite of me, who is wide awake with adrenaline pumping through my veins.

"What the hell, it's 3:30 in the bloody morning." Is all I make out of her mumbling. I rub my eyes as I approach the door. I grab the handle, and turn around. Taylor is holding the worst defence position I have ever seen. I shake my head and open the door.

Standing before me is Micky. She looks at me and releases a sigh of relief.

I stand there in shock for a second before saying anything. "M-Micky?"

She looks up at me for a second, then smiles, "Raven! So good to see you again!" She exclaims as she hugs me. Taylor comes to the door, only to get tackled in a hug as well, "Oswin! It's so good to see you guys again!" Micky says. We invite her into the house, getting out of the chilly February night.

"How did you find us?" Taylor asks, clearly concerned.

"Oh," Micky laughs, "I have my ways. Being a witch and all." Taylor looks over at me, flashing a questioning look. I ask one question about her and Alex, and not even a day later Micky shows up on the doorstep? Something's going on. Taylor accidently knocks over a bag of salt, spilling it everywhere while she's distracted. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Micky glare at the salt on the floor.

I speak up, "so umm...how's Alex? He's not with you, where is he?"

Micky stands up, and walks towards me, "who's Alex?"

Yup, something's up with her all right. Taylor walks over, hands in her jeans pocket. "Alex, y'know he went with you after we split up to make sure you stayed safe. He travelled with the Doctor, brother of Captain Jack Harkness the time agent, a good friend of ours. I'll ask again. Where. Is. Alex?"

Micky stands up, and turns away from us, "you shouldn't speak to an old friend like that. Especially if they could kill you now." Her accent is gone, replaced with a regular American accent. I see Taylor grab a kitchen knife as I stand up.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Taylor asks, slowly approaching Micky.

Micky turns around, staring at us with pure black eyes, "I've come for you both. Let's make this easy, and you two die quickly and painlessly." She runs at us, as I unsheathe my claws.

She lunges at Taylor, placing her hands around her throat and begins to squeeze. Taylor starts gasping for breath, and trying to pry Micky's hands away from her throat. I stand there, conflicted by what I should do.

'JUST STAB HER DAMMIT!' Box screams at me in my head. I run and stab Micky clean through the chest with both hands. I pull Micky off of Taylor, who is now sucking in oxygen and recovering. I take my claws out of Micky, only for her to turn to look at me.

"Xylophelium? That's not killing me." Micky laughs as I look at her. Dark red liquid is spilling out of the wounds and is staining everything red. Every step Micky approaches me, I take another one backwards. I step over the massive salt mess, knowing I am cornered. Micky suddenly stops and looks down at the salt. She looks to see that the entire width of the kitchen floor is coated in salt from Taylor's spill. I step towards her slightly.

"What's wrong?" I ask, "you're scared of salt? What, did you get it in a wound or something?"

Micky hisses at me, my first reaction is to grab a handful of salt and throw it at her. She backs away, screeching in pain. I continue to do it, until she's on the ground, begging for me to stop. I see Taylor come up behind her, loading a gun. She nods and I drop to the ground. I hear the gun fire and I look up again. Micky's body is twitching and a red light is glowing from inside her. Until she finally drops dead, six clean stab wounds in her chest and a bullet hole in her forehead.

We just killed our friend.

"What the hell was that all about Taylor? What alien was that?!" I ask, standing up and walking over to Taylor.

"That's the thing Keegan, that wasn't an alien. I have no clue what that thing was. But it wasn't Micky, that's for sure. How did you weaken her?"

"I threw sodium chloride at her. Why did that gunshot kill her if my claws didn't?"

"Dunno, just lucky I guess. This colt came with those silver bullets and salt from the Men of Letters deal. Said use it well."

I look over at her, "you could say we 'used it well.'"

"Yea, now help me hide this body." Taylor and I grab Micky's body, and take it outside to a dumpster. It takes a while, but we manage to throw it over.

"I think that's my 4000th kill." Taylor says, looking down at her now bloody hands.

"You keep count?" I ask.

"Course I do, how many for you?"

"I don't know...200?"

Taylor laughs, "sad."

"Freeze," an unknown voice yells at us. Taylor and I quickly turn around. Two men wearing black masks and holding guns approach us.

"Morning," Taylor replies.

"Shut up. Hands where I can see them." The larger one states, we nod and kneel with our hands behind our heads.

"Wait a minute," I say, looking at the two men really hard, "is that you Sabertooth?"

The man shuffles uncomfortably. I smirk, "it is, isn't it? Which makes you Thorton, hiya Thorton."

The men look at each other, and remove their masks, "don't matter."

"Wow, is it just me or do you two seem a tad upset?" I ask, Taylor looks over at me, telling me to shut up.

"You think you could just flip the switch on us and just walk away, Taylor?" Sabertooth asks Taylor, I almost gasp. It's Victor.

"We're not the only ones after you," Thorton continues while aiming a gun at Taylor. Victor does the same at me. They both aim, and Taylor flinches. "See you in the next life."

"Hear me out!" Taylor begins, "I can explain myself, okay? Please." Thorton looks at her coldly, Taylor stares at him pleadingly.

Throton fires the gun, hitting Taylor straight in the chest. She goes flying back.

He fires again, hitting her in the forehead and throat.

I begin to get up.

"Stay the hell down!" Victor demands, I'm trapped, and Taylor is dead on the street. All I can do is stare.

"Shoot her," Thorton says to Victor.

Victor hesitates, "killing Taylor was right. But Raven- she-"

"She made us, and we just snuffed her best friend, you idiot." Thorton tells Victor, their eyes never leaving me. "You want to spend the rest of your life knowing Raven Howlett's on your ass, cause I don't. Shoot her."

I glare over at Victor, locking eyes with him, "go ahead Victor do it." I shift to give him a better aim. "But I'm gonna warn you, when I come back...I'm gonna be pissed." I sneer. This is the end for me. I've never actually died before, so who knows if I can actually come back. Logan has done it though, so perhaps I can. I continue to glare at Victor.

"C'mon!" I yell at Victor, causing him to flinch, "Let's get this show on the road!"

Victor and Thorton watch me, I see Victor's hand shaking on the trigger.

"Come one already," Thorton says as he raises his gun and loads it.

He fires, hitting me in the head.

All goes black.