Dear Ponyboy,

I know that our disappearance is a shock to you all.

First off, let me say I am sorry. I'm sorry for not giving you a proper goodbye. I'm sorry for scaring you all when the morning came and we had left, but most importantly, I am sorry for not telling you everything. I wish I could have told you everything last night before we left. But here we are in a situation where Taylor and I are to face the real dangers alone. I will be forever grateful for the kindness you all showed us, and I will never forget you.

I did this to protect you. I just want to protect you from the real horrors out there. You see, if someone were to find out that you or anyone helped me-especially me- they would kill you on the spot. I can't let that happen. I will tell you now that I am gone what happened while you were away, we were not fine: an old friend who escaped with us arrived at your doorstep in the early hours of morning. Turns out she was possessed, and tried to kill us. We defeated her, but not without ending her life. Then some people who worked for Francis found us while we were outside. They cornered us, shot us, and left us for dead. They sent clear shots through the both of us, but somehow we survived. Those are the dangers I want to protect you from; for I could not live with myself if you were to die.

Please don't be sad...it's for the better. I would have never fit in as a "normal" person in your neighbourhood. I know too much detail about history, loud noises or sirens turn me into a monster, I spend hours at a time lying awake in bed stressing about little things and having anxiety attacks, and lastly- I'm a living weapon. What you probably don't know about me is that I'm a classified mutant, a government freak show. I can heal from anything, including death and I have sharp retractable knives in my lower arms. I was taken into Weapon X as a test subject, to become a living weapon after I attacked an Alaskan Hydra Base in 1945. Francis and them, they succeeded with the living weapon part. There's no place for someone like me anywhere. I'm starting to think that the safest I can ever be is on the run...for I know I can't stay anywhere for more than 6 months or else they find me.

I want to protect you from the real dangers out there, and I know what the cost will be. But if you're safe, my mission will be complete. Salt your doors at night, be afraid of the dark...and forget me. Pony, please forget me. You will be safer if you do, please. I will understand, I just want to keep you alive. Think of me as an angel by your side, except you can't see, hear or feel it. Please, will you do this for me?

This letter, it's my note. That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?

Goodbye Ponyboy, stay golden.

Yours truly,

Keegan Howlett

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"I won't forget."