Well, I had to remove the song fic. says I can't post anything like the way I was posting it. So I have to jump right to the next story. This is Trix's side of Different Outsiders, Same Methods. Alright. Let's go.

Another Side, Another Story

Chapter 1: Jail bird

Hey. It's me again. Trix Curtis. Since we last talked, I was leaving my brothers and moving to Atlanta. Like I said, I had gotten married and had a son named Danny. Well, let's say I got busted for assault with a deadly weapon. Some guy threatened my family. So I pulled a bat on him and beat him in. I was then put in jail. I could remember that clearly.

It was during recess. I was on my way to the boxing arena. Some guy had kept talking about me. So we decided to settle it in the arena. I was gonna put that guy to work. This one guy I had made friends with came running behind me. His name was Chris.

"You ready?" he asked.

"You know it," I answered.

I had changed a little ever since I ran away. I now had a bigger build, and pretty thick muscles. I had a tattoo of a fireball on my left arm. I had on just a white beater and my jail pants. My hands were taped up. I was ready to murder.

I walked out to the recess area and everyone was yelling. They were waiting for the fight. Some were yelling my name; some were yelling the other guy's name. The other guy was already waiting in the ring for me.

I climbed in. He then remarked,

"I've used to hunt rabbits before I hunted people."

I just kept a straight face and readied myself. The match started. We walked up in defensive positions. He tried to go for a jab but I blocked. He tried a couple more but no luck. I figured out his combination and after his next jab I jab him right before his fist reached my face.

Sweat flew off his forehead as I backed up into another defensive position. We kept going at it. I gave him a black eye and he gave me an uppercut that made my mouth bleed. I spit blood to the side and continued. It would take a lot more than that to stop me. Y'all remember what happened at the rumble.

We continued to go at it. Finally he got frustrated and went into a string of punches into my face. I blocked majority of them, but one almost knocked me off my feet. I kept my balance though.

When people get mad like that. It's over for them. I found an open position and gave him a nice haymaker. He went straight into the ground and could barely get up. According to our rules, I had just won.

The crowd cheered and I got out of the ring to meet up with Chris. We bumped fists as we walked off. Recess was over. Chris and I shared a cell. I had to wait on Chris though. He had mop duty. It gave me time to rest and think about stuff.

I was going to be leaving this place in three days. I couldn't wait. Chris was happy too. It was his last day here. He would be leaving this afternoon. This would be our last talk.

I thought about who all I would see when I got out. My brothers Ponyboy, Soda, and maybe Darry. Soda said that he was in college. I had talked to Soda days ago. I had to let him know about my leaving arrangements. I had talked to him before that years ago. That's when I had heard about Mark's death. I was kinda saddened. All three of my friends died. I still had Steve, Two-Bit and my family. I will still live.

Which reminds me. My son Danny should be sixteen around now. I couldn't wait to see him. Soda told me that he was going to be moving in with him in Tulsa. Soda had a kid now. His name was Jack. He was nineteen. Ponyboy had two kids, Rachel and Houston. Ponyboy told me that Houston was named after Dallas. You do the math.

Two-Bit's sister had gotten married and divorced. She kept their kid who was named after Two-Bit. His real name, Keith. He visited his uncle every once in a while. That left Steve and Darry without kids. That makes since though. Steve can't keep a girl and Darry doesn't have the time.

At that moment, Chris walked in.

"How's your mouth?" he asked sitting on his bunk.

I was leaned against the wall.

"It's fine. I'll live. Excited about this afternoon?"

"Yeah. I'll get to see my girl. And get my life together."

"Same here. I'll get to see my wife. And finally my kid."

"Yeah. You've been mentioning him a lot. How old should he be?"

"Sixteen."

"That good. I can't wait til I have kids. They're gonna be some tough ones."

"Don't make your kids too tough. They could end up like I did."

"Hey, by the way you defended yourself out in that ring. I wouldn't mind them being like you."

I smiled. Chris always made a little light in this dark place. I couldn't wait until I got out.