Title: The Outsiders
Author: BoneBanditKonner
Rating: N/A
Summery: Kenny and his friends became a gang and now have to battle off others trying to kill Kenny in an epic race for survival.
Important Notices: Not that I know of.
Well I guess I thought of this story when reading the book "The Outsiders" by S.E Hinton, but this story does not bare much resemblance to the book other than the gang, the socs and some of the deaths. And yes this is a tragedy.
Yours truly,
BoneBandit
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Kenny's POV:
When I looked at the car beside me, I noticed something, inside the car were 2 socs (pronounced "so-sh", plural "so-sh-es").
The socs were a gang that loved to pick on the poor and middle class bunch, like me and my gang. The socs were usually high middle class or high class people.
My gang was:
Eric Cartman, we usually called him Cartman. He is the devil in human form; he knows how to fight and is a good man in a rumble. He has brown hair and brown eyes, just like Hitler. He curses a lot and loves to pick on kids; he is 16.
Kyle Brofloski, a Jew; he is sometimes the victim of Cartman's antics, but Cartman toned it down after the socs jumped Kyle about 4 months earlier. He has red hair and emerald green eyes. He is 17.
Stan Marsh or "Raven". We used to call him Raven all the time but after the time we said in front of the socs, they tried to jump us, but luckily the whole gang was there. He has raven black hair, hence the name, and blue eyes. He is 17.
Craig Tucker, he used to be apart of the socs, then we jumped the lot of them and were able to make Craig change his ways. His hair has changed from black to brown to blue, but luckily his eyes stay the same or else we would never know who he was! He is 15.
Tweek Tweak, a kid who used to be jerky and fidgety all the time, but mellowed out sometime ago. When Craig changed to our side so did Tweek. Tweek has blond hair and blue eyes. He is 18.
Leopold Stoch, we call him Butters. He was and sometimes still is very nervous, but goes back to normal when Stan or Cartman yells at him. I pretty much stick up for the little guy. He has blond hair, but we can never REALLY tell what color his eyes are. He is 17
Kenny McCormick, aka Me. I am pretty good built and I love to fight, but I never found out why. I like to help the Shepard gang in fights, mostly because Tim's younger brother, Curly is my best friend, next to Kyle. I am 14.
So the socs jumped out of the car and tried to jump me, but I pulled out my switchblade and threatened to cut one of them. But then a few more socs piled out of the car.
Damn, I thought.
Just then, Cartman and Craig come running out of the movie theater next to us and sent the socs running. "How'd you guys get here?" I asked them.
"We thought the movie we saw sucked so we came out of the movie house and were going to watch you beat up a couple of socs." Said Craig.
"Then some more piled out and we thought you needed help!" said Cartman.
Man, I thought, over the years you gotten so skinny.
The three of us then turned and walked to my house. Kyle had gotten his own house after he sold a story. So the payments are nothing I need to worry about. Plus Kyle and Tweek live with me and they both have jobs so I can stay in school.
Being only 14 has some perks.
I got home to realize that only Tweek was here. "Hey Tweek, Cartman and Craig are here!" I yell into the kitchen. "M'kay." He said.
The house was a place were the gang came and cooled off when they were having fights with parents or trying to hide from other gangs. We left the door wide open so that anyone could come in.
One time I came downstairs and saw Ponyboy Curtis, the brother of Darrel Curtis, in the armchair reading the paper. He just said, "Hey" and then walked out!
It's amazing what can happen when you let people into your home.
"GUYS!" yelled Stan as he ran into the front room. "BUTTERS HAS BEEN JUMPED!"
We found Butters lying in the middle of the street with socs all around him; we snuck behind the socs and started demolishing them. Then, out of the blue, BANG!!
A gunshot, a person goes down, a gunshot, I run behind a car, a gunshot, the glass breaks behind me and puts cuts all on my arms, a gunshot, the man inside the car is dead, a gunshot, another man dead, a gunshot, a miss.
They're out of bullets. I thought. I crawl out from my hiding place, and I see the carnage. A soc with a bullet in his eye, dead. Butters, dead from stab wounds, Tweek, soon to be dead from a bullet.
Stan, dead.
I look and see that those are the only three from our gang dead.
I see that the shooter is a soc, and he is loading another round. I do something stupid then, I jump on the soc, and I try to get his gun and succeed. He tries to pull out another gun when I shoot his arm and leave him crumpled on the ground in pain.
The police are here by now, they see the soc and the police think it is me they want, but then they see me, trying to get the bullet out of Tweek, so he can have a chance to live.
I never thought I'd see the day when Tweek would die in a fight; I thought I would be dead long before then, because I thought I would die from a gang fight.
But here I am, hunched over Tweek, trying to get a bullet out of his kidney from some psycho, lunatic with a fancy gun. I found out later that the man was Randy Adderson, a boy from the West Side of Tulsa.
Cartman is trying to save Butters, to no avail. Craig is by Butters, too, with tears in his eyes. I called for him, when he came over to me, I told him to hold the wound open, I reached in and grabbed the bullet and yelled for the police to help.
They called paramedics and the guy who says when the people are dead. Butters was dead at 1:30 pm, November 7, 2009. Stan was dead on the same date at 1:38. Tweek's right hand kidney couldn't work ever again unless a transplant was to be made.
Within the next few weeks, I gave Tweek my kidney and told him not to shoot that one out. When Kyle heard the news about Stan and Butters, he was probably the strongest one of us, only shedding a few tears.
The funeral was lavish, with white roses and floral wreath hung over each coffin. When I looked into Butters's coffin, I opened his eyes and saw that they were a color I had never seen before. But I knew the name. Stoch.
It was a color no one had seen before. But Stoch was the name, and I knew it.
After a few months, things went back to normal, or as normal as they can be with 2 of your best friends gone.
We went to their grave every week to make sure that the trees we planted by them were growing properly. They both were and even now, 6 years later, the trees are still growing.
Then I learned something, everything needs to grow. A person needs to grow, but Butters and Stan didn't have time to grow, so their trees are there to keep them alive and growing in spirit.
THE END
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A/N: Sweet, huh? Long oneshot but I think it's worth it. I love S.E Hinton's books! But, I think I am going to make an iCarly one of this maybe. Or maybe not!
Yours truly,
BoneBandit
