The Lovely Bones of Ponyboy Curtis

by Chick1966

"I'm going to die tonight, I thought". Ponyboy was murdered, but his spirit is still with his brothers and friends. In Ghost form, He must help the gang find out who his murderer was before someone else winds up 6ft under. Was it just random or did this murder have a cause to it? Find out as the countdown to find the dangerous killer begins.

1. Prologue: The kill

Hey guys, Chick1966here. This is a new story I'm working on, I guess u could say it's based on the lovely bones. However, it will be more realistic than the movie and better. I would really love some reviews please too. Thank you! Enjoy

Prologue

Pony P.O.V

The rain was pouring and wind was pounding in my ears. The only thought that I had right now was to go home and find my brothers. I was scared shitless about what this stranger was going to do to me. My feet pounded against the pavement as I desperately tried to get away from my attacker. I wish I decided to stay at home, but I decided to go to the movies.

As I neared the lot, a huge weight knocked me down to the ground. I struggled to get the guy off of me, but he was heavy. I thrashed around but my attempts were futile.

"Darry, Soda, help me please! Somebody!" I screamed desperately. My attacker put his hand on top of my mouth, making it harder to breathe.

"Shut up!" he screamed. He took both of his hands and slammed my head on the ground. Stars were dancing across the sky with the rain and lightning. My vision was already blurry as it is, but I still couldn't make out the expression in the dark, but I could see his eyes clearly. His icy blue eyes had a wild, dangerous look to it. The eyes of a murderer.

"You cooperate with me, and I promise not to make it that slow," The menacing man said. He grabbed a knife out of his back pocket and traced it around my face.

"It's a shame to kill you, but I have my reasons," he said. I realized that he could really kill me.

I'm going to die tonight, I thought. He raised the knife high above my head. Lightning flashed across the sky and I caught a glimpse of his face. I briefly wondered what the gang and my brothers were doing right now.

Oh my brothers, I thought with despair. What would they do if I was murdered? The killer swung his arm down and was about to strike.

I screamed the one thing on my mind. My brothers.

"SODA, DARRY!" I felt a searing pain in my stomach and felt sticky liquid oozing out of me. My last sentence, I thought as the life drained out of me.The last thing I remember was cruel cackling and the sound of the rain.