"I told you we'd be fine!" Taylor calls to the boys as they return home. Everything was cleaned up very quickly, and the house was looking somewhat normal once again. The salt spill was thrown out and Micky's blood was scrubbed off the kitchen walls, floor and cabinets. I swiped some new clothes for Taylor and myself, and we tossed the other ones. We were going to do our very best to keep our deaths a secret from the boys, if they found out they would never let us leave their sights again.

I see Pony run up to me and hug me, "missed 'ya Keegan."

At first I stood there, surprised, but soon returned the gesture, "you too Pony."

Taylor and I help the boys get resettled, we bring in the bags one by one, and soon everything is back to normal. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Taylor carefully watching the Outsiders, probably making sure none are whatever Micky was. I really need to do research about that. If it wasn't alien, what was it?

"Why're we outta salt?" I hear Soda shout as he looks through the kitchen, Taylor and I freeze.

"Cuz...we eat a lot of it?" Taylor answers slowly, "I like salty food." Soda looks at us, before continuing on searching for something to eat, I exhale softly. Taylor just saved our asses.

"Going to the library!" I yell to the others, I'm leaving to do the research while I remember it. I see Taylor give me a look that says 'oh sure! Leave me here to cover everything up!' I laugh and grab my light jacket.

"I'll come with you; I've got stuff to do there." Pony replies as he runs down the stairs. I nod. I hear Taylor and the others laughing as Pony and I exit the house. It's a nice day for February. A cool breeze brushes my sides as we walk, but it's still nice.

"What're you looking for Keegan?" Pony asks me, taking me by surprise.

"Not sure," I answer, "finished my book last night, hoping to find a new one. What 'bout you?"

"I've got some research to do for an essay. It's for the American war of independence, I've been holdin' off on it."

I smile, Ponyboy is always studying in some way, "That's cool. I won't be much help for you sadly."

Pony looks over, "you didn't fight in it?"

I shake my head, "no, I wasn't even alive back then."

"Really?!"

I laugh, "ya, I was born in 1796 Pony. All I really know about it is that the American Revolution was a political upheaval that took place between 1765 and 1783 during which colonists in the Thirteen American Colonies rejected the British monarchy and aristocracy. It formed the United States as a republic, and it included events such as the Tea Act, the Boston Tea Party, the French and Indian war, and the Intolerable acts."

Pony looks at me and giggles, "that's more than I know. Well, I know that much, but I need to be very specific."

"Lucky you. Just use books that look like they know what they're doing. I'll probably be there a while so take your time."

"Got it Keegan," Pony says as we approach the big building. I grin a bit, but soon turn serious. Time to find out what happened that night. Pony opens the doors, and we both enter and go our separate ways.

I make my way around the library, grabbing books that may have answers. Currently in my arms are science textbooks, religious texts and fiction books. I find a corner where no one is currently sitting. I pull out my pen and paper, and begin searching the books. Immediately, I decide against the fiction books. I pick up a mythology textbook. Just skimming through it, there are paragraphs about the supernatural. I slow down and begin searching for anything involving black eyes, and trying to kill people. Nothing again.

"If I was a book that holds 'my friend just tried to kill me, wouldn't die and was scared of salt,' where would I be?" I see a librarian walk over to me. I close the book and look up at her.

"Are you doing alright dear?" She asks me, looking through her eye glasses. She's obviously wealthy; her clothes are designer and well taken care of.

"Oh- yes, I was wondering though, do you have any books on the supernatural? Y'know, ghosts and that sorta stuff?"

She looks at me, "why would you be interested in that? Isn't it a little...dark for someone your age?"

I frown a bit, she thinks I'm Pony's age, "just wondering. I'm kinda interested."

The lady looks at me, "I believe you already hold everything we currently haven't signed out. You can recheck though." I see her paying with a crucifix necklace around her neck...whoops.

"Ok, thank you." I say, hoping to be left alone now. The lady leaves, I continue to go through, finding nothing. I stand up and once again begin pacing the aisles, running into Pony at one point.

"Keegan," Pony says as I pass.

"How you doin'?" I ask.

"Fine, taking forever though. You find a book yet?"

"haha nope. Good luck Pony." I say as I continue to walk through the aisles, now reading the title of every book I spot.

Eventually I get to an older part of the library. The books have a fine layer of dust covering them, and they are bound in different materials. The lighting is slightly darker and no one is around.

Perfect.

I walk along the shelves, running my fingers along the books. I see tons on mythology; however, one book catches my eye. It's a leather bound book that is tied closed. The cover is engraved with an Aquarian Star. I open the book, and written across the page in black ink reads:

"Men of Letters records of Demons and the Supernatural, Fr MT, AB"

Curiosity fills me as I open the book to another page. I immediately sit down and begin taking notes.

Time Skip

"Taylor!" I whisper to her to get her attention. It is well into the night, and I need to tell Taylor what I discovered at the library. She groans as she wakes up and rolls over to look at me, her eyes a dull orange as she wakes up.

"C'mon, I found stuff regarding what happened to Micky."

Taylor sits up, "we're still on that?"

"I wanted answers, I wanted to know."

"Nerd," Taylor mummers as she stands up.

We walk outside; making sure no one followed us. When I'm positive we're alone, I begin talking.

"I'm going to sound crazy, but-"

"Oh like you never have before?"

"Shut up," I answer, "but get this, I found out what was in Micky."

Taylor looks at me, "and?"

"According to the book and records, a demon."

"You're joking."

I pull out the book, "look here is you don't believe me. Taylor get this, black eyes, 'fear of salt,' it's all here. Taylor it fits."

"Nothing is demons, everything is alien." Taylor states flatly.

"But you didn't know what alien that was," I answer back. "Besides, we don't know for sure. But according to the book I read, that was the diagnosis." I hand Taylor the book, she carefully opens it and reads a bit.

"The hell was this doing in the library?!"

I shrug my shoulders, "no clue. I found it though."

Taylor sighs and closes the book sharply, "well, what you were saying does make sense. But how would Micky get possessed? I mean, how does one get possessed? I'm not going to volunteer to find out."

"It says here that demons need a 'meatsuit' to survive here, and that they enter through the mouth." Taylor nods, I know there's proof, it's all there.

"We gotta leave," Taylor eventually says. I nod in agreement.

"Yup, whenever?"

"Pretty damn quick if there's evil sons of bitches out there." Taylor replies while grabbing her glow sword. She ignites it and swings it around. I watch her, and unsheathe my claws without thinking.

Taylor stops and looks at me, and smirks a bit, "when you wanna leave?"

"Tomorrow night," I reply, "I gotta keep Pony and them safe."

"That's cute. We can finish Ajax while we're at it."

"We've got work to do."