The Outsiders' Halloween
Starring characters from S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders
Fanfiction is written by Isaac Molina
3/8/2019
The story you're about to read is a fanfiction and not a source of work by the original author of The Outsiders. Enjoy the story!
To all the people who want to see Ponyboy and the gang be hunted down in this slasher work of fiction and want to see what happens when all you got to do is hold down the fort with your only remaining friends and family.
Prologue
The clouds in the night sky swirled in mutiny against the starry night and swallowed them and the moon whole. A vehicle was climbing up a hill with its headlights turned on and the only light in miles within the dense forests of Kansas. The two people in the blue Corvair talked away about their personal secrets whom they've never told anyone else, including their parents. It was awfully quiet in the woods. The trees swayed as the car passed them like if the trees were in desperate need of visitors.
It was about midnight-a quarter before twelve-and the dense clouds ached to cry like a child holding back tears. Gerald Curtis, a stocky man in his early twenties, drove the Corvair up the black concrete road looking out the front window. "Just rain already!" He announced. It was as if Zeus heard his prayer. A strike of lightning illuminated the whole path and revealed the silhouettes of the tall pine-trees lurking in the dark towards them.
"My gosh, it was like it heard you!" Carolynn, Gerald's spouse for two years, had said. The rain began to come down on the sleek Corvair and the windshield wipers were activated by Gerald. The rain always calls to Carol (who Gerald called her) and she looked out the windows. She loved the stormy weather and was always fascinated with it. It always gave her a mood, a romantic mood that is. The sounds of rain pattering the car harmony with the water falling like a waterfall around the car.
Carol snuggles against Gerald's broad arm-in which his rough, hairy hand held the throttle strictly. Gerald quickly leaned in for a kiss and took his blue eyes off the road for once. Carolynn Curtis was worth it for him. It was like that for a few minutes.
That is until a large bolt of lightning-its shape sort of represented the figure of a broken skeleton model-shone up the street that led up the rocky hill.
A scream vibrated from inside the car screeching: "Stop the car!" Carol snatched the wheel and immediately swiveled it towards the opposite lane. "What the-!" Gerald forced his foot on to the brakes and the wheels immediately battled with friction leading to the car being tipped on its side for a while. The wheel's rubber skid across the cracked pavement like a girl in petrified fear which was both Gerland and Carolynn's emotion at the time.
Lightning struck into the forestry and the car screeched to a halt on the opposite lane, nearly falling into the pit beside it which was filled with boulders and pointy bark of dead trees. "Carol! What was it!" Gerald took a minute to regain what had happened, "You could've killed us!" He yelled and his pulse rapidly vibrated along the veins of his neck. Carol by then got out of the vehicle with her cotton head over her head, snatched a flashlight in the safe, and ran into the darkness of the road. He got out too to in the search for her.
"Carol!" He screamed in a deep tone. He gave up right after that, but a minute later and a lightning strike revealed Carol on her knees and a tiny figure next to her.
"I can't see! Carol? You okay, baby!" The car's headlights faced into the dense forest and shone onto the pine trees that were larger than a two-story house. Carol finally brought the figure over to him in front of the car's headlights. The light revealed a tiny, fragile boy. His socks, shirt, and underwear all soaked with water and mud. Gerald didn't know if he was crying or shivering due to the water splashing on him. Maybe it was both! Gerald stood there staring at Carolynn dumbfoundedly odd.
"His name is Russell." Carolynn put her cotton sweater over Russell's small head and the sweater drooped all over his slim shoulders. Carol asked if he had any parents.
Gerald gave the boy a long, sincere disliking look. The boy with matted red hair looked away and towards the car. The boy didn't speak as the only sounds he made was his teeth clattering in his mouth while he shivered.
Carol snatched Gerald's tensed arm. The rain falling hard on both of them and soaking their clothes. "We can't let him stay outside with nobody!" Carol whispered hardly on Gerald. Gerald crooked an eyebrow and finally shook his head. "I agree. We can drop him off at the nearest adoption agency we find!"
Carol shook Gerald forcibly. "What! Are you crazy! Do you know what they do to those poor children?"
"Crazy? What're you gettin' at here, love?"
"We need to protect him now. I'm saying we should protect him!" Carol shook Gerald again and again until Gerald forcibly stepped back making sure he doesn't fall over the edge of the road.
"So I'm the crazy one? You're funny, Carol! We haven't even talked about having children yet!" Gerald yelled and the little boy winced as he begun to walk dreadfully around the Corvair.
"Stop it! We are not going to leave him on the side of the road! We are just gonna keep him until someone else comes for him back home! Please, honey!" Carol begged and put her hands on her lap. Gerald thought about having children, annoying, always-asking-questions children. He knew bad things were to come, but if Carol wanted to make a commitment to it, then so did Gerald.
Several quiet and tense minutes out on the rain-their hair now straightened out by the rain-Gerald sighed and shrugged his broad shoulders. He rubbed his eyes, scratched his wet hair, and looked out onto the dense forest of fewer opportunities.
"Fine! Kid, what's your name again?" Gerald said sternly. His young adult life was about to be tossed out into the rain and the dense forests of Kansas. The little kid didn't speak to the six-foot tall man. Carol finally smiled and roughly kissed Gerald on the lips, they both knew that their whole life was going to change. Change. Carol smiled.
A large bolt of lightning smacked the trees behind them which scared everyone as the thunder popped their ears. Carol goes over to the boy and pick him up and shows him off to Gerald. The boy's eyes seemed icy-blue, no life, and imagination in those eyes. Carol said in this ecstatic tone (the last time she used it was when they got married); "He says his name is Russell Myers."