Author's Note: Should I really be starting another story? Probably not. But I'm bored, I'm into the whole lost and found thing lately. I was going to do it with Supernatural, but I couldn't figure out how to do it without being gimmicky. So, we're left here. Back to the Outsiders. Stay gold, Ponyboy! and all that.
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--gone baby gone--
(prologue)
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone people
-"Gone," Jack Johnson
The sun was setting over Tulsa, Oklahoma.
And that's what he thought of, always, when he looked back on that last week, that last day, that last minute. That's what Ponyboy Curtis was thinking of when he thought of walking home that day. He thought of the sunset, and he thought of the orange color of the sky and he thought of the soft blow of the wind on his back and he thought of the faint smell of car exhaust. When he was alone, huddled in a corner, shivering and coughing and hating his life, he thought of that sunset that one last day.
But never of anything else. Just the sunset.
So, it was a nice day, to say the least.
He woke early, he looked out the window, and had that feeling. It would be a good day, he would think. He laughs, now. He laughs at the thought.
He got up, played some football with Soda and Darry and Two-Bit, then he and Johnny saw a movie, then he and Johnny walked around, saw the Shepards. He and and Johnny walked to the park, and Johnny said he had to go. And Pony started home, smiling through his Kools and thinking about how good a day it was.
And then he remembered, very vaguely, the car with the dark, dark windows and the screeching of tires. Then he remembered thinking it was just some Socs giving him a hard time. Then he saw it was an old guy, no better dressed then Pony himself. And then he saw the gun, and Socs never pulled guns.
And then he started off as the door opened and then he fell because something hit his head and then he had screamed--man, had he screamed--and then he felt another hit across the temple and a hand clamped across his mouth and he didn't remember anything anymore.