The Revenge of the Devil: Cathy Part 2

by Iggy Day

After the events in Cathy, Ponyboy returned to what was left of his life. He now is a senior in high school and has a new loving, supportive girlfriend. But one day he comes face to face with the devil once again, but in a different form.

1. Chapter 1

So this is a sequel to Cathy. I'm not sure exactly how this is going to go, so let's just go with it. C: If you did not read Cathy, then you should go read it otherwise this will make no sense.

It has been a few years since I heard the name Cathy. Ever since I got home, everyone has been quite sensitive. Like when Johnny, Dally, and my parents died, no one will talk to me anymore. Death is a disease you can catch. I used to think that was bullshit, but now I that's as close to the truth as you could ever be. You don't know how many days and nights I prayed it would turn out to be all a dream, but I would always return to reality.

If I wasn't already fucked up before the whole Cathy incident, I'm pretty fucked up now. Every time I close my eyes, I see Darry's dying eyes. I see Cathy and that satanic closet. I see Jeremy taking his last breath. I can still here Darry's voice when he told me that Two-Bit drank himself to death. Soda, Steve and I are the last remaining members of the gang.

Steve has been real nice to me ever since I got home. Everyone feels bad for me, but no one really believes my story. I told them that Cathy killed Darry; that they believe. But no one believes that she went bat shit crazy and sold her soul to the devil. I guess I never thought they would believe me. Everyone feels bad that my family is broken, but no one feels bad for what happened. Hell, Soda was there and he can hardly believe it. I guess I wouldn't believe it either. I don't even want to believe it.

I found one person who is on my side, one person who believes every word I say; Iris. She's the new girl at school. She's experience loss like I have. She knows what it's like. She knows I'm not crazy. Sometimes when I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming, she'll hold me and tell me everything is alright. She's the only one I can talk to about my paranoia. With her I feel safe.

I guess there is a God. If God didn't exist, I would have died that night when Cathy's devil child tried killing me. Of course you might argue with me and say it was Soda who saved me. But can you really believe in the devil and not God? How can you believe in one without the other? It's like hot and cold; they may be opposites, but they still go together. I was never big on religion, but now I know that there is a God. God kept me safe when I came face to face with the devil.