I feel bad about leaving them.

I know we had to, but something about leaving Pony and the others makes me cry nearly every time I think about it.

"Taylor, I feel guilty," I eventually say.

"Don't."

"But we-"

"Doesn't matter anymore Keegan. We had to get outta there, there's evil out there in the world we gotta get rid of. Besides, you wrote that note."

I attempt to slide my hands through my shaggy hair, only for my fingers to catch knots and tangles. I sigh and fix my jacket. We left the Outsiders a week ago, but I feel bad about it. I can't imagine their faces when they woke up to us missing, and my note.

What we're doing is suicide, but it will keep the world safe. I have to remove every speck of evil from this planet.

"Where do you want to start?" Taylor eventually asks me, picking up a news paper, "there's a possession, haunting, everything... That book even said stuff 'bout reapers! We got this."

"I want to find Lex." I answer, looking through a couple war documents that I found in the library. I noticed they were all in familiar writing, which means that they passed Lex at one point.

"There are other people in the world who can manage the little things, but if we're getting involved, we are going to wipe it all out quickly and fast. If we're going to get involved with the unnatural, you can be damn well sure I'm going to use my powers to stop it fast. I just need to find a way to enhance our abilities to stop it all. Besides what are we going to do? Find some fake ID's, stay in crappy motels, eat roadside diner food, come up with code words and smite everything in sight? You know who does that? Crazy people."

"Sounds like fun." Taylor replies sarcastically, as she drops her newspaper. She places her hands her hips and looks at me, "anyways, where we gonna find Lex? It's been decades, she might even be across the planet by now. Or something else, we don't quite know what happened during the war."

"She's not dead, if that's what you're referring to." I answer sharply, "we figured out during the war that Lex, Logan and I have reduced aging. As for how to find her...how do you feel about traveling to Richford?"

"New York?"

"Yes."

Taylor shrugs her shoulders, "why?"

"Stark lives there," I answer, opening the Men of Letters book.

"Keegan, you're gonna need to give me more information. I'm not from here."

"Howard Stark," I explain, "worked for him before the war, and during the war at times after I was sent to the United States along with 14 others. He worked on government projects including Project Rebirth, and worked to take down Hydra during the war-"

"Remind me," Taylor interrupts, "you worked on taking down Hydra?"

"I was undercover as a male version of myself, but yes, mainly."

"Look at you breaking the rules," Taylor smirks at me."

I scoff, "hardly. Anyways, his hometown was Richford. Perhaps he returned there after the war. Even if he's not, how hard can it be to find him?"

Taylor nods her head slightly, thinking about what I just said. "Alrighty. Lead the way Captain Howlett."

"Don't call me that," I answer.

"Better than calling you Raven, bitch."

I shake my head as I turn right and begin walking, "Richford here we come! Allons-y you jerk!"

"If we come across anything alien or... not natural- can we at least deal with it?" Taylor asks, she wraps her left hand around the colt we used back in Oklahoma.

"If you want to we can. I'm not doing anything weird though."

Taylor fist pumps the air, "WOO!"

TIME SKIP

"-libertate...ser-servire, te rogamus...audi nos. Bye bye!" I finish as I close the book with a slight smirk on my face. Taylor lets go of the man, and rolls out from underneath him as he is twitching around.

"Keegan, get down!" Taylor yells to me as black smoke begins to emerge from the man's mouth. I drop, accidentally letting go of the book in the process.

The noise is terrible, the man is screaming out while the black smoke creates another terrible noise on top of it. I cover my ears, but that does not help the terrible feeling in my ears. The windows on either side of the partly built house break from the noise and rattling while the sawdust in the house forms clouds all around us

"What's going on?" I yell to Taylor.

"I don't know! I think the exorcism is working?" Taylor shouts back. Soon after, the noise stops and the man drops to the ground in a heap.

Sawdust and glass litter the ground as Taylor and I pick ourselves up. I groan, and pick up the Men of Letters book.

This one hurt. Two alien problems and this was our first possession that we have dealt with.

I look down at the man, a construction worker, who is currently unconscious...I hope. I kneel down and check his wrist for a pulse, I quickly find one.

Phew.

Taylor held him down, with little success while I read the Latin from the book. My Latin needs improvement, but I managed.

Taylor stands up with a groan and a few curse words, "next time Keegan, could you either hurry up with that reading or you hold him down?!"

"Ya sure. What's worse though? A little demon possession or helping that British guy in the suit with a couple of statues?"

"The Angels are much more terrifying, but they can't talk so they're not annoying that way."

"You know," I begin, "people say you can't kill a stone...but what if you were-"

"Don't start down that path Keegan, it just gets weirder." Taylor replies quickly.

"But-"

"Just don't."

I frown. Taylor starts laughing, "nice bitchface Keegan."

"Thank you. Now, we need to find a faster way to get to Richford."

"Borrow a car?" Taylor suggests, pointing at a red Firebird.

I shrug my shoulders, "I mean, if you can get it started, then sure. Don't get arrested." Taylor looks at me as her eyes turn orange, and she jogs over to the car. Within minutes she gets it started.

I run over and sit in the passenger side, "act natural."

"Wha?" Taylor says as she drives away, her feet barely reaching the pedals.