Disclaimer: The characters in The Outsiders belong to S.E. Hinton and S.E. Hinton only.
You wake up in the middle of the night, perspiration dripping down your forehead. You look beside you. Soda is dead to the world. You've woken up from a nightmare, but this time, it is not one of the dreams where you, Darry and Sodapop are watching your parents' caskets being put six feet under, or one of the dreams where you're inside the burning church and you see the burning beam crush Johnny's back. The latter is the worst.
Instead, you are on a quiet street at night. The only thing helping you see is the light of the moon and a street light, but that's several yards away. No one accompanies you. Things are so deathly silent that it scares you.
Suddenly, startling you, the wail of a siren pierces the silence. Red lights flash all around you. You see a teenaged boy running, and cop cars are chasing after him. This scene is all too familiar. You try to turn around, but your feet stay planted firmly to the ground. You wish this dream would end right here, right now.
The teenager stops under the streetlight and pulls out a small black object that you know is a heater from his waistband. He points it at the cops who are now out of their cars. They have their own guns out, pointing it in his direction and yelling at him to drop the weapon.
Then, everything starts to go in slow motion. You are suddenly up close, a few feet away from the boy. You feel sick, as if this was happening in real life. You watch each bullet tear through his skin. The loud cracks of bullets ring through air and your ears. There are seven, to be exact.
Your feet are forced to walk forward. You are now standing directly over his body. His blond hair shines in the light of the street lamp. His bright, icy blue eyes are wide open, staring directly into your own. It terrifies you to death. But still, that look of unyielding triumph is prominent on his face.
His own words echo in your ears. You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you. Those are the words you wish would go away.
The street light flickers, then goes completely dark. You are now in complete darkness, only the moon is visible. And that is where you dream ends.
As you sit up in bed, the night is quiet, just as it was in your dream, except for Soda's light snores. The thought of the dream keeps you up, it's driving you crazy. It's like you just can't even try to go to sleep because you are too busy trying to find the meaning of it. But eventually, you sigh in defeat and lay back down. Right as your eyes close, a thought crosses your mind just as it had that night.
He died gallant.
I know it was sort of short, even for a oneshot, but I just pounded this out. Hope you like it!