Hello everyone. It's been awhile since I've been in The Outsiders FanFiction Realm, and I figured it was time to come back =) This story is something that I thought of today and I was fortunate enough to have a laptop handy so I wrote it down. Please tell me what you think. Also, this is my first time writing a mystery, so constructive criticism is always welcome.

Summary : When the gang is called down to the hospital and finds that Pony was shot they are ready to help. The problem is, no one knows who shot Pony except for Pony, but he won't tell anyone who did it.

I DON'T OWN THE OUTSIDERS, BLAH, BLAH , BLAH.

"Pony!" the sound of Johnny's voice shot through the night. He's all the way on the other side of the lot and cannot get to him in time. In the dark, he can see two figures in the night hovering above his friend. One held a silver handgun that glistened of the light the moon and the stars gave off.

The tall figure lifted the gun just as Ponyboy turned around and say the person aiming at him. He tried to run; he tried to get out the way, but the shock of turning around to a gun pointing at him left him frozen.

The second figure stood next to the gunman. He didn't move either, he didn't talk. He seemed to be there as back-up, but he wasn't needed. With his hands in his pocket he witnessed the whole thing right in front of him.

"Ponyboy!" Johnny called again. He was frozen also. He couldn't being himself to leave the spot he was in. The only thing his body allowed him to do was call out to his trapped friend. Johnny was crouched down behind the bushes all the way on the other side of the lot. He voice could easily be heard, but not easily found. He couldn't be seen by Ponyboy of the attackers.

As he raised the gun Johnny gripped the thin branches to the bush tightly and held his breath. Biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes he looked away, afraid of what's coming next.

Just then, Ponyboy finally sprang into motion and took off running, but there was no use. He was down in a matter of seconds. The scene would remind you of hunting. The attackers were the hunters and Ponyboy was the deer. With Pony's long legs he cleared a good amout of distance in a matter of seconds, but it wasn't enough.

BANG !

The bullet caught him in the back. His torso arched forward and he let out a heart wrenching cry that could wake the dead. His scream echoed throughout the lot and Johnny jumped.

He fell face-first into the dirt on the ground, not even bringing up his hands to help break the fall. His body was paralyzed and his world started to become blurry. He seen as he got closer and closer to the ground, but his whole body was numb when he finally made contact with it. When he hit the ground his body made a frightening thump .

Johnny covered his mouth with his hand and squeezed his eyes shut tight.

Ponyboy, he thought, and he could feel tears beginning to form in his eyes.

The gunman held his gun where he left it when he shot the boy. Johnny could see his shadow taking deep breaths, the shadows looked at each other as if they couldn't believe what just happened or that they caused it.

In a matter of seconds they were gone. They took off, they ran out of the lot and didn't stop. They ran and ran and ran.

Johnny stayed put until he was sure they were gone. After a few minutes he dashed out of his hiding spot and to Ponyboy's side. He dropped down to his knees and saw the blood oozing out of the wound in his back.

"Ponyboy," he whispered though tears and panic.

Lightly, he rolled him over. The right side of his face was bruised from hitting the ground. Johnny took in the sight and almost passed out himself. He could hear his heart beat in his ears and his blood pumping through his veins. His hands shook uncontrollably and he couldn't control his breathing.

"Pony?" he says a little louder, but he gets no answer.

"Pony!" he screams, getting more scared each second.

Johnny looks around, feeling paranoid, he feels like someone is watching them, but he doesn't have time to think about that. He knows that Ponyboy needs to get to the hospital and he needs to get there fast.

In the distance, Johnny spotted headlights. He stood up .

"I'll be back, Pony. I'll get help, I swear," he says with tears running down his face. Even though he didn't want to , he ran toward the car waving his hands frantically, hoping he could get help for his friend.

"Darry clam down," says Soda. He rests his head on the couch and closes his eyes.

Darry stands up and looks out the window for the hundredth time. Letting out a nervous sigh he plops down in his chair. But then pops up with in seconds and heads into the kitchen.

"I need coffee," he grunts and heads into the kitchen.

Soda lefts his head and watches his brother as he moves aimlessly around the kitchen trying to find what is needed to make coffee. Soon, he gives up and heads back into the living room, walks over to the window, looks out it, then sits down again.

"Darry clam down," Soda repeats. He sits up and rubs the side of his head, trying to make the headache go away,

"You okay?" Darry asks dryly.

Soda nods, "Yeah, just a headache."

Darry looks at the door, then at Soda, then at the door again.

"Didn't I tell him to be home by ten?" Darry blurts out, almost as it Soda didn't say anything at all. "Where the hell is he?"

Soda stands, heading to the bathroom to find something to make his headache go away.

"He's probably with Johnny. You know how they are. They're always getting lost in they're own little world, they probably just lost track of time," Soda reasons.

Darry stands again. "I hope you're right."

There was silence in the house again, but it was soon broken by the phone ringing.

Both brother jumped at the sudden noise.

Darry rushed to the phone.

"Hello?"

There was silence as he listened.

"Yes, this is he."

Silence.

"WHAT? WHERE?!"

Curious to what was happening, Soda steps out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"He's okay, right?" Darry asks with a worried look in his eye.

Silence again.

"Okay, okay, thank you. We'll be right there."

Darry slams the phone down, grabs his coat and opens the door.

"Come one, Soda. We have to get to the hospital."

Okay, so I hope you liked it. Tell me it you want me to continue or if you have any ideas for the story. Right now, I do not have a laptop of my own, but hopefully by January I will. But I try my best to update as soon as possible.

Anyway, please please please review =)