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Requested by BunnyLuvsU. Pre-Book.

I know a Steve beats up Pony has already been done, but this is different. :) Enjoy…

Steve's POV

I had to work with Patrick today at the DX. Soda had taken the day off to "bond" with the ungrateful brat. He was worried sick about him. He had shut down after his parents death. At least his parents care, I though, that's why he annoys me. Soda was probably wanting to talk, but he just had his nose in a book. He was so oblivious sometimes. Scratch that, always.

I was working on a car and noticed my hands were shaking he mad me so upset. I really hated him...

I saw a Soc come in and an idea popped into my head. I approached him cautiously.

"What do you want you dirty greaser?" He questioned. I pulled out a thick wad of cash and his eyes turned mocking to intrigued.

"I want you take care of a certain problem I have. Get four of your best fighters because I need you to jump this kid I know…"

Ponyboy's POV

My smile was wide when I excited the movie house, I just saw the best Paul Newman movie. It quickly vanished when I saw a fancy Corvette filled with five Socs started trailing me. I had no blade, no protection to fight them off and I couldn't outrun a car, especially a super tuff Corvette. They were way too fast. I was going to have to fight then off on my own, but there was one problem, I couldn't fight off five Socs.

Oh crap, I am so screwed.

They got out of their car and surrounded me and started cussing me out. The usual names "dirt," "scum," and then some unprintable ones that really got under my skin. I took swing at the shortest one and he stumbled back and spit at me.

The fight was on.

I immediately was thrown to the ground and held down. I kicked and spit, but I had no chance. There were five of them for Pete's sake!

I got kicked in the ribs a few times and slugged in the chest twice before the red headed Soc flicked out a blade. They cut my cheek and stomach before the tallest started to kick me in the head. I started to get vertigo, but I swore that I wouldn't pass out. Passing out would only mean rescue was less likely to happen.

I saw a kid I recognized as Henry, who was on Darry's football team, flick out his switchblade and smirk at me. He traced the already-present cut before turning it slightly and jabbing in the stomach. I gasped from the pain and my hands immediately flew to my stomach. It felt like searing white-hot needles were being poked in every area of my stomach. I wanted to cry, but greasers don't cry, right?

One of the Socs I recognized as David kicked me as hard as he could in my foot, sending stinging pains up my leg making me cry out in pain. I swore I heard a bone crack in my foot when he kicked me. He laughed at my pain before spitting in my face.

"A little message from your best buddy Steve; leave him alone you dirty white trash," the Socs growled in at me. I couldn't believe my ears, Steve sent the Socs to attack me? The betrayal stung badly, but also made me really mad.

They let go of my arms and I struggled to lift my arm and wipe face. They got in their car and left, but I had no way to find help. I was to dizzy to get up and I was sure that my foot was broken. I felt the urge to cry again. I would never see Darry or Soda again or the gang. I would never date a girl or go to college. I was going to die out here, I thought in fear.