One by One
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS! All rights to S.E. Hinton!
This is a seven chapter story/One shot thingy about how each of the gang member gets killed bwa haha lol I'm sorry but I felt like writing a killing story. There's not enough of those on Fanfiction for the outsiders. I like reading murder stories and stuff xP That's just me, though. ^^ Oh and sorry if it sucks my brain seems to not think very good during the day. At night I can usually type better xP
Enjoy my good peeps! :D
It was another day at the DX, like usual; slow, not very productive (except with the satisfaction of Soda attracting all the girls like flies) and people's cars breaking down. I sat in the back holding a wrench in my hand. I needed Sodapop's help with the car but yet I was the mastermind at Cars. I didn't need his help. Shmmeh.
"Hey Steve-O! Need my help buddy?" Soda offered, peeking his head in the door with that stupid grin of his. But he was my buddy. He always grinned all the time. I don't see how he could never stop smiling, just like Two bit, except he was cracking jokes all the time. Soda was more…understanding.
I snorted. "Nope I don't need your help… not yet anyways." I mumbled the last part underneath my breath. Soda raised an eyebrow, a pick he picked up from Two bit as well.
"What's that I just hear?" he asked, cupping his hand near his ear like he needed to hear me better. I rolled my eyes at him and walked over to the corvette that needed to be fixed and rolled underneath the car and started to work. I heard Soda's laugh in the background and once again rolled my eyes.
I had to admit we could be immature kids but hey, that's what greasers were: immature. Well, except Darry. He was serious all the time being the guardian of Sodapop and Ponyboy, he was like a parent to them. I grunted as I struggled to fix underneath the car. Struggling.
Steve Randle does not struggle on cars.
I huffed a breath and was about to round up fixing on the car when I heard the telephone in the background ring, making me jump and bang my forehead against the car. I hissed, saying a cuss word underneath my breath. I still heard the phone ringing and rolled out from underneath the car.
"Soda you gonna get that?" I asked wondering why in the world he wasn't answering the phone. The only telephone we had was at the front where he was supposed to be taking his post for his shift. I sighed and got up and ran to the front and picked up the receiver.
"DX station this is Steve Randle." I said with one breath and panted a bit, still feeling my head pound from the car.
"Steve Randle?" a dark, gruffy voice asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yeah. That's me. Who is this?" I asked trying not to get too suspicious. It could be Two bit or Dallas pulling a prank on me. I knew it wouldn't be Johnny or the kid, cause they're voices wouldn't match dark and gruffy.
"You better watch your back, . Things are going to get rough very soon…." the voice trailed off before I heard the phone go dead. I looked at the phone for a minute and frowned before hanging it up.
"Hey Steve!" Soda's voice brought me back out of my trance. I blinked and turned around, seeing Sodapop come back from outside.
"What're you doing outside?" I asked. He looked at me weirdly.
"Filling up someone's gas tank. You know my job..?" he said before going back behind the register. "What're you doing answering the phone? That's my job." He said and laughed. I let out a nervous laugh before hearing the door jingle open.
It was Cherry.
She moved her red hair aside and looked at Sodapop before taking out some money.
"Here I forgot to give you this." She said "It's for being such a nice person and actually filling the gas tank up all the way. Most gas stations don't do that." She said with a chuckle. "Have a good day." She said with a nod before leaving. Soda waved and looked at me.
"She's nice." He said and smiled but frowned seeing my distressed look on my face.
"Steve? What's wrong? You look…worried." He said choosing his words carefully.
"No, I'm fine." I said and breathed slowly. I still remember that guy's words from the phone
Things are about to get rough, very soon…
What did he mean?
After Work….
"God Damn it Soda, you're cheating!" I said with a growl like sigh. We had been playing poker at his house and I knew it was entertaining for the guys to watch us argue, but for me to win and he was cheating?
Not very much so.
Soda just grinned but I knew he was trying to get an Ace out of his shoe.
"Aww c'mon Stevie lighten up." He said and fell out of his chair making everyone laugh. I shook my head and looked at the Tv, which held the news.
"Who the put the news on?" Two bit whined when he walked back in but I shushed him, making him look at me weirdly. There was a news story on that had caught my attention.
"We are here today at the Valence residence with Mr. and Mrs. Valence. Mr. Valence where was the last place your daughter went?" Mr. valence had been holding his wife close to him and he sighed.
"Last we knew she was going to a gas station to fill up her car. Then she just, never came back." He said before biting his lip with a frown. The news reporter turned back to the television screen.
"The unexpected murder of Ms. Valence is undetermined and if anyone knows anything please call the police if you have any information."
The silence was thickening in the house. Mostly everyone knew Cherry Valence. I glanced over at Ponyboy, who was silent and looking down. How did she die? Car crash?
But they said murder. Who murdered her?
"I'm gonna head home, now." Two bit said, getting up followed by Dallas and Johnny. They didn't want to be here. Maybe they wanted to grieve on their own in their own ways. We all said a quiet good bye and sighed.
I looked at Soda and he looked back at me.
"Soda, we were the last people that saw her." I said quietly and he frowned. I sighed and got up.
"I'm gonna head home. I'll see ya tomorrow." I said before placing my losing cards on the table and heading out the door. It was dark out and the walk home was only a couple blocks. But it felt longer than that.
"Psst!" I heard a voice whisper as I turned the block. My instincts kicked in and my head jerked up.
"Who's there?" I demanded and looked around. I didn't see anyone so I only shrugged thinking I was just hearing things. I kept walking and the walk felt like it was getting spookier. Suddenly, arms wrapped around me and a hand clamped over my mouth.
"He-mmfh!" my yelp was cut off and a hooded figure was a blade in his hand a gun tucked in the pocket of his pant waist in the other, was staring at me.
"Hello Mr. Randle. Come with me." His voice.
Dark and gruffy.
I started to squirm but he gave me a blow to the stomach making me wheeze out of breath. He snickered and we walked to the park which was opposite direction of my house and two blocks away from the Curtis's. I was far from help.
"Don't bother screaming for help. I will soon kill all of your little friends and this will be one heck of a celebration, don't you think?" he asked with a sneer. I glared at him.
"Let go of me!" I said curling my hand up and whirling and punching him. I tried to make a break for it, but I was grabbed and tripped onto the grass.
"I don't think so." He said and laughed like a hyena, and tied my ankles up so I couldn't go anywhere.
"Just in case." He said with a smirk "I don't need my victims running off into the night." He said and laughing again. I looked at him disgustingly. He pulled out his blade and flipped it open. I was then scared.
"Are you a soc? What are you? Who are you?" I asked, feeling scared. He chuckled and put the cold piece of metal to my skin.
"That is none of your business or concern. You know, I will let you in on a secret though. I was the one who killed Cherry Valance, though." He said and laughed wildly. My mind started screaming. I have to get out of here!
"Damn it let me go!" I said trying to untie my ankles which were knotted real well. He glared dangerously and slapped me before using his blade and cutting my arm, making me hiss in pain. He grinned.
"Ahh the sound of pain. I enjoy it." He said before grabbing a rope and tying it to a nearby tree.
"What're you gonna do?" I asked until finally my brain clicked.
He was going to hang me.
"C'mon time's up!" he said hauling me to my feet but I tried to get away. Kick, punch and slap. My lungs hurt and so did my stomach and face. He tied the rope around my neck and I hung from the rope, my toes barely touching the ground. They were the only things supporting me.
"Now, you're gonna be my personal punching bag Mr. Randle, that is, until you die." He said with a cackle and started to whack at me. The pain really hurt but I tried not to let it show. My throat hurt and I could barely breathe.
Kick.
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
Over and over until I felt my muscles go limp, my breathing felt like it was nothing. My mind was dizzy and felt like sludge and my eyes fluttered shut.
"You look like you're in grave pain, Mr. Randle. How about we just end your life right now?" he asked and I heard the faint click of a gun and a loud bang, feeling my soul leave my body forever.