DISCLAIMER: The book itself, its events, and its characters are not mine, and I do not claim them as my own. Just to clear that up...
Warning: This writing contains some strong language and light romantic encounters, like kissing. Oh, and violence. Nothing too bad.
Author's Note: First thing's first...Happy Summer! I hope everyone has an awesome summer vacation!
Now that it's summer, I've decided I finally have enough time to reenter the world of FanFiction. Recently I read the book (and saw the movie) The Outsiders and completely fell in love with the book and its characters. I loved it so much I just had to write a FanFiction about it. :)
Remember, it's been awhile since I've written, so bear with me. Make sure R&R! Thank you and enjoy!
"C'mon! Cecily, don't be like that!" Joshua's slurred voice called. Like every Friday night, he went out drinking with his friends. Right now they were all so drunk that they couldn't even walk straight. Knowing there would be trouble if I stayed, I decided to walk down the empty West Side street to distance myself from him. I pulled my fur jacket up to my face in an attempt to shield myself against the cool, windy night. It was pitch black, except for the occasional street light.
Footsteps broke out behind me, slowly increasing in volume; it appeared my boyfriend and his posse had decided to follow me. I tensed as they approached. "Just go away, Joshua!" I threw my head over my shoulder and glared at him angrily. "Go bother someone else and leave me alone!"
I knew he wouldn't take that lightly. If he had been sober, he probably would have taken it as a joke, but when he was drunk, well… He took everything very seriously. "Hey," he said in a slow, calculating voice that made my blood run cold. He grabbed my arm and roughly swiveled me to face him. "Your my girl. You can't talk to me like that." His friends cheered in resounding agreement. I tried not to shrink away at the scent of alcohol on his breath, knowing it would make me look frightened; I refused to give him that satisfaction. Weakness was definitely not a Soc trait.
I sighed. If he wasn't drunk I would punch him in the jaw. Since he was, I didn't want to risk him losing his temper. I leveled my gaze to his, and regarded him coldly. I kept my voice steady and firm. "I don't want to be around you or your friends when your drunk. Let me go!" I writhed my arm out of his grasp, but escape seemed futile. Just as I fell back I ended out in the arms of another one of his posse, who restrained me. The drunk Soc had my arms pinned behind my back, causing me to wince as he jarred my shoulders backward. Joshua advanced slowly and but a hand on the side of my face, then kissed me. In a monotonous voice he murmured, "Why don't we have a little fun?" Then he pulled away and joined the other Socs in a drunken laugh.
"Just fuck off, alright?" I growled, once again trying to break his friend's grip and free myself. He held my like iron bars, making it almost impossible to breath, let alone move.
Without warning, Joshua brought his hand hard across my face, causing my head to snap back. He held my face in his hand, forcing us to meet eyes. "Don't you dare talk to me that way, you little ungrateful bitch!" He was practically spitting the words at me.
I gave him a bit of a smirk, still restrained by the rest of his gang. Before I even opened my mouth, I knew I was about to make a huge mistake, but I continued anyway. "What? Me, ungrateful? You're lucky to even have me!" I said, in a rage. Then I added in, with a sarcastic edge, "And honestly, which one of us is more of the bitch?" Curse my sarcasm. Wordlessly, he lunged for me, sending fear and adrenaline rushing through my body. I knew how to defend myself, but in that moment I completely blanked out on everything I had ever been taught when he ripped me out of his friend's arms and pushed me to the ground…hard.
A little scream escaped me when my knees and elbows connected with the rock-hard cement of the sidewalk. An agonizing pain shot through my body, more severe then I'd ever felt before. I struggled to get to my feet, feeling dazed. Just as I got hold of my bearings Joshua was at my side. A crazed hunger rolled behind his eyes as he grabbed the collar of my jacket. I made an attempt to scream only to be cut off by the twisting the collar around my neck, until my windpipe was crushed. My first instinct was to use my hands and get him off somehow, but he was undaunted by my attacks and quickly had one of his friends secure my arms to the ground beside my head. Behind him a few of his friends whipped out pocket knives and brushed there edges, itching to use them. I didn't think that they would actually be crazy enough to kill me until right now.
With the bit of breath I had left, I managed to wheeze, "Just…let…me..go." The words came out broken and almost completely inaudible. I knew he heard me though, but was just refusing to listen or was to out of it to realize what he was doing. My second instinct was to scream at the top of my lungs and try to get someones attention, not that anyone would be crazy enough to mess with a gang as large and as strong as the Socs. Not even greasers chose to pick a fight with us. I tried screaming anyway, but my voice was gone as the last of my breath escaped my body. The constricting position of Joshua's hands bared against my throat wasn't loosening. Soon my eyes began to flutter and my mind became fuzzy from lack of oxygen; the world moved in slow motion.
My senses began to dull. The clear sounds and voices now turned into muffled, indecipherable sounds, like when you try to eavesdrop from behind a brick wall. The sharp, crystal clear images surrounding me became no more then shadows and changing points of light. Soon I began to lose my sense of touch; my finger tips barely registered anything when I skimmed them along the sidewalk beneath me. My oxygen deprived mind couldn't piece together a full thought, accept for one: I was going to die. I wanted to kick and scream and cry and fight, but there was nothing I could do to escape the inevitable. It was like I was a fire being smothered, slowly becoming weaker until I was nothing but an ember. I took a breath that I thought would be my last. It was like a premonition of death.
Deus ex machina: an unexpected power or event saving a hopeless situation.
Through the murkiness of my vision, I saw it. A new silhouette amongst the rest. A savior amongst enemies. But I couldn't tell yet if it was another Soc interjecting himself in the action or someone trying to ward them off. It started to yell at my attackers, thought I didn't pick up the words it said. The pressure on my throat increased, but then was suddenly alleviated as the figure pulled a blade out. I sputtered as I rapidly gulped in air, rolling onto my side. I could hear the sounds of hurried footfalls get quieter as they retreated into the night, leaving me and whoever the other was in the floodlight of a streetlamp. My eyes opened to slits for a quick second to try and get a clear look at my surroundings. Just rows of shaded houses and 'my deus ex machina' leaning over me. It was still to dark to identify who they were. He was familiar somehow, although exactly how he was eluded me.
"Who. Who are you?" The weakness of my voice was surprising. I waited for him to respond, but instead he picked me up and carried me in his arms. At first I wanted to struggle and demand where he was taking me, but I was too weak and assumed it would be better then where I just was. I took in a few calming breaths, relieved that I wasn't dead. The light sway of his walking lulled me to sleep. Any further questions perched on the edge of my tongue melted away. Instead of fighting I felt myself surrender to exhaustion, although as I did I searched my mind for where I had seen him before. Slowly I drifted into a deep sleep, still in the arms of my savior.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of many! R&R and stay tuned for more!