"Pony! PONY!" a voice called out to the young thirteen year old. Pony's vision became clear and he saw Soda looking down on him concerned. Pony moaned. "Oh no, not you too..." Pony shifted in the bed. Wait. This wasn't the bed. It was too hard and cold to be a bed. As Pony sat up he realized that he was just previously laying on the floor. "How did we get here?"

As they walked home Pony and Soda began to whistle. Suddenly a large man approached them from behind with a gun and a needle. "Come nicely..." he hissed twirling the gun in his hand.

"Pony..." Soda began backing up with him. "Run!" Pony and Soda turned around and ran through the woods pushing branches and stumbling over bushes along the way. "AAAHHHHH!" Pony stopped running and went to go check on Sodapop. Soda was passed out on the ground under the foot of the large man. He then lunged at Pony and that's as far as it went...

"Soda... Where are we?" Pony asked. Soda shook his head.

"W-What's this?" Soda asked grabbing at something on Pony's neck. He grabbed at it. That's when Pony realized that Soda had one too. It was a silver collar with a small red screen on it.

"You have one too." Pony commented. Making Soda's hands go to his neck. This allowed for Pony to feel his own collar. "W-What are these?" Pony asked aloud. Soda then realized that they were surrounded by sleeping teenagers. They were all wearing collars. As they all began to wake up the door to the room all of them were in slammed open.

"Soda!" Someone whispered. Soda and Pony looked to their left to see Johnny, Two-Bit, Dally, and Steve together.

"Hey guys." Soda whispered.

"Hello, grease-heads!" The man who came in the door called.

"This one's such a Soc it's blinding me." Two-Bit chuckled.

"Welcome! We have conducted a little experiment." Tall men just like the one that attacked Soda and Pony earlier all piled into the room. "My name is George Morrison. Please call me Mr. Morrison." he finished.

"What a dumb name." Someone whispered. Mr. Morrison sighed.

"I want to play a game with all of you greasers." He began. "Well, I won't necessarily participate, but I will root you guys on." Someone scoffed. "The main rule of the game is that you need to be kill each other." He sighed. Everyone gasped. Two-Bit laughed. Mr. Morrison approached him. "What's so funny?"

"You're serious?" Two-Bit asked in disbelief.

"As a heart attack." He said. Two-Bit sunk.

"How exactly do you expect us to do that?" Tim Shepard asked.

"Well, you gotta let me explain first, silly." He said in a nonchalant voice. "First games are no fun without teams, so when I'm done giving instructions you will hear your team number and teammate and you will leave. But before you leave to fight you must get your survival packs. Inside is a weapon. Not all of them will be so good like a gun or a knife, it could be something like a broom, we do this to even out the odds. Also in the bag is three days worth of food and water. Also that reminds me the game has a time limit of three days, and if more than one team is left at the end of those three days, well this is where the collar comes into play. The collar has an explosive in it that we can activate from here. If you are doing something naughty, or the time limit runs out the collar will explode. Also the teams cannot separate too far, also if one of you dies than the other one dies, via collar. The collar also explodes if you go into a zone that has been marked forbidden. There will be new forbidden zones every twelve hours. That's also when I'll announce who has died. You will also get a map and another pair of clothes in your survival bags. Any questions?" He asked. Everyone was silent. Soda was clutching Pony's arms.

"Where are we?" Johnny asked as he stood up.

"Good question! We are in your side of town in the school. We evacuated everyone so there won't be any trouble." He answered.

"Another?"

"Sure?"

"Why are you doing this?" Everyone shifted in their spot to look at Mr. Morrison.

"Call it a little social experiment," he began ("Socs!" Two-Bit whispered in disbelief.) "You greasers are a waste, so we've decided to try to take down your count. But remember! Fight strong and hard! Your prize, is your survival. So fight with all you've got." He answered. It was silence for a minute. "Anymore questions?"

"Our parents wouldn't let us do this! Do they know?" A young boy no younger than twelve asked. He was real young, too young for this stuff.

"Yes they know, some of them were okay with it, some weren't. Like for instance this one father named Darrel," Pony and Soda shifted in their seats. "He attacked me! So we shot him in the leg." he finished. Soda jumped from his seat to attack but it only took Two-Bit and Pony to get him down. Mr. Morrison approached them. "So, you're his kid?" he asked. "You're Ponyboy Curtis?"

"Sodapop." He growled.

"Oh! Don't worry I'll sure he'll be fine, don't let it effect your game." He said walking back to the teacher's desk. Suddenly most of the tall men pushed through the greasers to the back of the room where the large closet was. As they opened it they revealed a large cart filled with survival bags. "These are your survival bags," he said leaning on the desk. "We'll call you out by teams and you'll find out who your teammate is. Each player will get a survival bag. Once you are called you will get your survival bag you will leave the school and the game will begin. This school will be a forbidden zone 15 minutes after all teams are called. If you are lingering in the halls after your team is called you will be shot down. After we call your names I want to hear a nice loud "Here!". Any final questions?" he asked.

"No? Alrighty then! Team #1 Boys: Andy Arkinson and Dean Fins!" he called.

"Here." One kid said.

"Here." Another finished. They got their bags and they left the room.

Game Begins: 6:33 P.M

"Team # 1 Girls: Dana Anderson and Sally Gipp!" he called.

"Here!" They said in a sobbed voice. They left too! As he went on and on the reality of what they were about to do sunk in.

"Sandy!" He whispered to Pony. "Where is she?" he asked.

"I don't know... Soda who's going to be my teammate?" Pony asked.

"I don't know either..." Soda said as Morrison went on.

"Team # 12 Girls: Sandy Binderson and Rebecca Conrey!" Soda grabbed her hand as she walked past and he stood up to meet her lips they kissed for a second. "You better get a move on..." he started. "No lingering..." he finished mischievously. They both left with their survival bags sobbing.

"Guys, we're all going to have to meet up somewhere!" Steve started.

"Yeah, let's wait outside the school." Dally suggested.

"Agreed." They all said in unison.

"Team # 13 Boys: Johnathan Cade and Keith Matthews." Morrison called. They both gasped.

"Good luck guys, remember we'll be right outside. If you can't find us immediately leave." Two-Bit said getting up. They both left as they were thrown their survival bags.

"Wait but what if our isn't someone we know and they have different plans?" Steve suggested. They were silent. Two more teams were called. "Team # 15 Boys: Ponyboy Curtis..." Ponyboy listened intently and pulled Soda into a bear hug sobbing.

"Shhh. Shhh. You'll be safe." Soda whispered. Morrison paused to observe this. He chuckled.

"and Sodapop Curtis." He finished. They both gasped. Soda grabbed on to Pony's wrist and pulled him to the survival bag cart where they were both thrown a bag. They left and realized that the sun was setting in the horizon. They sat went near the hill that was behind the school to sit down.

"We're going to be okay, right Pony?" Soda firmly said. He nodded slightly. Suddenly some dirt from the ground flew up in the air causing Pony and Soda to duck down. They looked at the took of the hill where they saw two boys running at them. A fat one had a gun and the other had a kitchen knife. They gasped. Pony looked around him and threw a rock at the boy with the gun. He slipped and rolled down the small hill.

"George! George! Are you alright George?!" The other said. Pony and Soda quickly disappeared into the trees and did not stop running. The fat boys gun slipped out of his hand and tumbled down the hill with him. Suddenly it went off, causing Pony and Soda to go back to see what happened. The gun had fired into the boy with the knife's chest causing the fat one to panic. He ran over to the tan boy and began slapping his face.

"NO! NO! Wake up! Wake up! You aren't dead, you can't be dead!" He cried. His collar began to beep. Two numbers appeared on it. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" 14... "Please get up! I don't wanna die!" 13... "Please! Please! Will anyone help me! 11... He looked up into the sky and screamed for a long time. "Mommy!" he cried. 08... He glanced at Pony and Soda hiding in some near by bushes. "You! You can help me!" He screamed. 05... "I'm sorry about earlier!" he said running at them. They backed up quickly. 04... "Why are you backing up?" 03... "I said I was sorry!" 02... "No! No! Not like this!" he said getting really close to the Curtis brothers. 01... "NO! PLEASE NOT LIKE THIS!" he cried. 00... "Gah!" He cried as the explosion from the necklace caused for his blood to splatter all over Pony and Soda. He knelt down already dead, blood spraying like a fountain. And as he feel on his face the necklace beeped a few more times and he was no more. Terrified, Pony and Soda ran away through the bushes and trees, not stopping.

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