Shadow of the Day
A New "The Outsiders" Series
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, or any of the Characters/content in the story. I do however own my character Kali Vincent.
Author Note: This is the new series I was talking about on the updates/news on my page.
There will always be updates there, so make sure to check for any other information. THIS IS ONLY A PREVIEW, so yes it its going to be short. I just want to get ideas of how many people will like it or look forward to reading it. Most likely after I finish "He loves me or he loves me not" (might be ending soon); unless I think I can handle writing them both at once. Probably going to be a little more swearing then the other story, maybe not, just a warning. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the preview and let's hope this story does just as good as my other did.
Song: Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes
Preview:
I pressed my blade up to the Soc's neck as Curly checked his pockets. "He have anything?" I asked. Curly nodded and smirked as he showed me some money and took off a gold ring he had. "Of Course he does. Give me it." I said and Curly handed me it all. "Thanks for everything." I snickered at the soc. He gulped as he became more afraid I would press the blade into his throat. I closed up my blade and put it in my back pocket. "Still thing you're tough?" I asked the Soc. I watched as he swallowed stiffly. I smirked when I saw the fear in his eyes. "Didn't think so…" My fist connected with his Jaw and I watched him fall to the ground holding his face.
"Come on, lets go find Tim. They'll finish him off." Curly said talking about the other guys we were with. "Have fun boys." I called as I heard the groans of the Soc. "Where are we meeting him?" I asked. "The Dingo." Curly said as I lit up a cigarette. I offered him it, after taking a drag, which he gladly accepted. We reached The Dingo and waited for Tim. I leaned up against a car. I didn't really care whose car it was. I just lit up another cigarette and Curly talked to whoever it was inside. "Hey Kali." I heard someone shout. I looked over to see Tim and Dally walking over. I smiled and pushed myself from the car.
"Get anything?" Tim asked as he stood beside me. I gave him half the money and the ring. "Stupid drunk Soc. He was alone, worked out perfectly. I just had him follow me into the Alley. Very easy target." I said smirking. Most people would have a guilty conscience by now. I've put myself into a place of too hardened to care. My father left when I was 2 and my mother blamed me for it. My home couldn't even be considered a home. My mom either ignored me or hit me. Half the time I didn't even know if we'd be living in the same house. When money is low you have to get it somehow. I just jump the Socs for it. Sometimes I'll do it just for something to do.
I remember the day Tim and Curly Shepard found me in one of their territory alleys. I was trying to clean myself up with rags from my fight with my mom while keeping out of the public. I was pretty much kicked out of her home ever since. She said if she saw me inside the house again she'd call the cops to drag me away. The Shepards looked after me. I've been in The Shepards Gang ever since and I would no longer call myself a Vincent. No, I was a Shepard and no one would dare ever question it. Tim showed me how to be tough/tuff. He was one of the reasons I hardened myself to the point of not caring. He showed me the true meaning of being a greaser and I love every second of it. I definitely wasn't like the other greaser girls and I was proud of it.
I've changed a lot since then now. My once long brown hair now came to shoulder length, layered hair. My "sweet shining eyes" now became a dark and cold gray. I'd take anyone on any given challenge and be able to show I can handle myself. Tim showed me how to survive, and for that… I owe him my life.