Note:
This is my first story and since I am in love with the Outsiders and since Johnny's my absolute favorite character (3), I thought I would make the story of when he got jumped by the Socs from various character's point of views. Yes, a lot of it is from the book but for the sole purpose of authenticity.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Outsiders ( :'( ) all rights go to the publishing company (speak?) and the wonderful S.E. Hinton.
Enjoy! =D
Johnny:
It all started when I went hunting our football. That's all I did, I swear. But the Socs turned it into something else.
I went walking along through the lot, trying to find our football we had lost. I don't know how long it had been when a blue Mustang pulled up in the lot close to me. A whole bunch of Socs hopped out, I immediately knew they were drunk. The second thing I noticed was one guy had a whole lot of rings on.
They started threatening me. Not just little things, every kind of threat imaginable. They were advancing towards me when I decided to try and run. It was no use. They had me in seconds. The guy with the rings slugged me hard a couple of times and I couldn't see out of my left eye.
When they finally left, I was half conscious and I could feel the cuts and bruises on my face. I don't know what would've happened if the gang hadn't shown up, but soon Soda was holding me and whispering something. I told them my story between sobs, I hated crying in front of them, but I really couldn't help it.
Sodapop:
I hate the Socs even more now than I did then, if that's even possible. They crossed the line. Johnny could've been killed by those Socs just for being a greaser. I guess that's all it takes around here though.
I had just gotten off work with Steve and was walking home with him and Ponyboy. We passed by the lot when Steve spotted Johnny's old jeans jacket—the only jacket he had—with a stain the color of rust around the collar. Then, at the same time, we all saw the motionless lump that was Johnny on the other side of the lot. I beat Steve and Pony to Johnny, stunned and confused.
Johnny told us his story, sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's okay, Johnnycake," I whispered. "They're gone now. It's okay."
Darry:
I was sitting at home by myself when it happened. No one was expecting it, but the Socs are unpredictable like that.
I had gone out onto the porch for a minute, but when I looked down the street, I froze. When I gathered my wits, I bolted down the road to the lot. The rest of the gang was there, but it wasn't necessarily a good thing. Johnny looked pretty bad, which is saying something since his dad clobbered him a lot. But now he looked worse than he ever had, cut, bruised, bleeding, and swollen. I balled my fists, madder than heck that the Socs had the nerve to pick on Johnny just for being by alone at night. But I knew there was nothing I could do. Nothing any of us could do…